Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The next day, Ling Qingyu took Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi to the village and the fields to wander around, letting them chat with others on their own, while doing their own affairs.

"This is really a paradise." Sitting under the big tree in the field, Wang Xuanzhi sighed.

The ears of rice in the field are almost fully mature, making the eyes full of golden color, and Cheng Jia sits on the ground like Wang Xuanzhi.

Everyone has their own land, and they can exchange extra needed items with the village by relying on surplus food and cloth. All living and production materials are provided by the village, namely the Ling family. The villagers provide regular services to the Ling family’s public fields. The children have books. Reading, men and women perform their own duties, and there is no one who can be lazy. Excess work will inevitably bring excess income. The Ling family provides protection, and the villagers are free to draw one-tenth of their output as taxes.

The terrain here is superior, there are few disasters, and the water conservancy system is perfect. Everyone has enough food and clothing for three seasons a year. If you work for the Lingjia factory, there is extra money, how can you not make people yearn for.

"Are you here?" Su Ce ran over from the ridge and exclaimed.

"Something?" Wang Xuanzhi stood up and said.

"It's okay, I just happened to be busy. I went to see you, but I didn't see anyone." Su Ce also sat on the ground next to Cheng Jia and said.

"How, here?" Su Ce asked.

"Everything here comes from Mr. Zhu?" Wang Xuanzhi asked.

"I thought it was at the beginning, but unfortunately, Mr. Zhu said that the foundations here were built by Ling Dang's family. He just perfected the details." Su Ce sighed: "A woman who did what we scholars wanted to do. Things you can't do."

"This is also because the place is small here. If it were in Dazhou, it would not be possible," Ling Qingyu smiled as he stood behind them: "But if you can get the words of Su Nezi, it is really worth eating a few more bowls of rice!"

Su Ce didn't expect her to be there, so he blushed and said, "Why can't it be done in Da Zhou?"

"Because of selfish desire." Ling Qingyu leaned on the tree, looking at the refreshing scenery, and said: "Actually, I just mentioned a concept here. The rest are made by Mr. Zhu, Song Yu, Chucheng and Agong. Because of the place. It’s not big, and there are not many people. Everyone has no conflict of interest, so everything can be maintained. But Da Zhou is different. For example, even if Da Zhou has a lot of wild land, will the court give those who go to waste land completely What about freedom? No, once the land comes out, there will naturally be big clans who use various means to invade, have government authority and force, how can ordinary people be opponents, the social system is unbalanced, the economy is not allowed, and the upper class Absolute control over the lower classes will not allow such a society to exist. It will take more than a thousand years to achieve large-scale freedom and democracy."

"But isn't the Ling family already doing it?" Su Ce asked.

Ling Qingyu chuckled and said, "It's just now. When time passes, those children grow up and some people's desires begin to expand. Once the balance is broken, it will be different."

"It can be prevented." Su Ce said unwillingly.

"Well, we can try our best to improve the system and let this situation continue as long as possible." Ling Qingyu stretched out and said: "But no matter how perfect the system is, it will not be able to withstand the invasion of people's hearts and time. I can What I cannot do is to do it where and when I can, and I can't control it no matter how far away."

"Listening to what you said, what we do is useless?" Wang Xuanzhi frowned.

"Why is it useless?" Ling Qingyu smiled: "You are the backbone of the world. You can be the makers of the system and the executor. The changes in history are accumulated by a little change. And these small changes depend on you scholars and officials. Of course, it is useless for the emperor not to rush to death of the eunuch."

"You have your own small kingdom here. Have you ever thought of setting up a country by yourself?" Cheng Jia asked deeply.

"Ha, I won't do that kind of stupid thing!" Ling Qingyu opened his hands in a gesture of hugging the air, and said, "Do you know what the most tiring thing is in this world? Just be that kind of king, emperor, I am a lazy person, I can do my best to help others, but the premise is that I can spend all my time and energy on it. Wouldn’t it be too frustrated to be a faint king, I have a guilty conscience, If I were a wise monarch, I would be exhausted again. So, this is just a stronghold of the Ling family, where everyone lives. This world is so vast, why should I trap myself in one place?"

"What about Yang Zhao?" Cheng Jia asked, ignoring Su Ce's look, staring at her.

"Speaking of this." Ling Qingyu squatted down, resting his elbows on his knees and resting his hands on his chin, and said, "Look, I'm so good to you, can the two princes do me a favor and convince the court when they return. Let Yang Zhao retire."

Su Ce laughed directly. Seeing Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi both froze, he said: "This is what she has always wanted to do. The most worried thing in our family is that General Yang was killed by you."

"If Yang Zhao resigned from the official position, would you not go back to Da Zhou again?" Cheng Jia asked calmly.

Ling Qingyu stood up and walked along the ridge to another spice field. The sound from a distance floated over with the fragrance, and said, "Didn't you play the Q&A on Yuqiao? Everyone has their own ambitions."

On the harvest day, with the help of more than 4,000 people, plus the new machinery developed by Zhoutan Huangjing (based on the study of Mohist classics), a lively and noisy harvesting activity took place in the vast fields of Lingjia Village.

"Sister!" Ye Shiyi held Ling Qingyu's hand that had been cut again and poured medicinal powder on it, complaining: "Can you stop coming down again!" After cutting a row of rice, he cut three times in his own hand. A mouth, is this cutting rice or meat?

"Exercise is good for your health, Xiaokou doesn't matter." Ling Qingyu coaxed him.

"Yeah." Ye Shiyi brought a bamboo basket to her from the side and said, "Yes, picking up rice ears with those children is also an exercise."

"Okay." Taking the basket, Ling Qingyu rubbed his head and said: "Then you can do it alone! We made a bet with Hua Qingyuan and his family. If you lose, you have to pay. Their family is the son-in-law."

"Sister! You are doing this kind of boring thing again!" Ye Shiyi shouted.

Ling Qingyu had already covered her mouth and ran to a group of children and followed them to learn to pick up rice ears.

Ye eleven's face turned black and black, put down his sickle, drew the long sword from his waist, and took a deep breath. He saw the sword glowing like electricity, shaving the rice in the field and shaved him bald.

The farmers on both sides were stunned first, then stood up and applauded together.

Returning the long sword to the sheath, Ye Shiyi said to the family of three who were standing on the ridge in a daze: "It's done! If you ask my sister to do such a stupid thing next time, I will make your family's neck look like this! Did you hear that!"

The three hurriedly nodded, and when Ye Shixi left angrily, Hua Qingyuan said to his daughter, "Good girl, you should give up."

The girl's eyes were red, but she couldn't stop her eyes bright as stars and said, "Eleven brothers are so handsome!"

The little girl picking rice ears walked barefoot on the ridge, with a wild chrysanthemum on her head and a small bamboo basket on her arm, la la la...

With a little tune in his mouth, Ling Qingyu followed the children happily looking for rice ears in the field.

A chuckle came from the side, Ling Qingyu tilted his head, and Cheng Jia, all in farm clothes, also took a bamboo basket and picked up the ears of rice.

"Where did the clothes fool you?" Ling Qingyu asked in a low voice, turning his head over.

"For me, a family member wants to write a couplet. I wrote it for him. I borrow this shirt to wear it for a few days." Cheng Jia also whispered back.

Ling Qingyu stared and hated that iron can't make steel, and said, "You prodigal! You have to find me! I'll give you a discount. I can borrow you for a few more days!"

Cheng Jia laughed so much that the wound was painful, and he coughed twice while clutching his abdomen, and said, "If you like my words, I will write you ten pictures when I return."

"Really!" Ling Qingyu's eyes lit up suddenly, it's hard to find money! Yes, busy and said: "In this way, you paint and want Wang Xuanzhi's inscription."

"You don't want to...sell it?" Cheng Jia looked at her helplessly and smiled.

"Of course not, collection! It's definitely a collection now!" Ling Qingyu swears to the sky with his hands up, and then said: "After you two immortals pass away, then it will be valuable. It is a big legacy for my daughter. ."

Cheng Jia remembered what Xie Saburo said by the bear child in Ling Qingyu's mouth. Don't think that the boss is more capable, she is just a profiteer in the eyes of losing money! He laughed out loud again.

Harvesting the rice is the season for harvesting spices. Ling Qingyu generously took the two to see the spice harvesting scene in the mountains.

Wang Xuanzhi's injury was completely healed, but Cheng Jia's injury was still a bit unhealed, and it took a lot of effort for the two to climb the mountain.

However, seeing the tracts of forest, the organized and large-scale gathering crowd, and the people planting new saplings nearby, I forgot to pant.

In the past, the supply of spices was tight. It was because the spices were all wild, and the indigenous people collected occasionally. Of course, the output from this was limited. Although these trees are also wild, they are organized and scaled. Try to collect without causing damage to the tree. At this scale, are you afraid that the output is not enough?

"What spices do you like? Tell me, I will send you." Ling Qingyu said very generously. Although they are collectively referred to as spices, they are actually distinguished. For example, herbs used for medicine and seasonings are used only for fragrance.

Cheng Jia put his hands on Wang Xuan's shoulders, borrowed his strength, and went up to a rock. The terrain is high here. Although the forest is dense, you can see some scenery below the mountain.

The vast fields are dotted with various plants. After the rice fields are harvested, various other crops are planted, including seasonings, spices, herbs, and vegetables.

"Don't be jealous of me!" Ling Qingyu smiled.

"It's impossible not to be jealous. Give me more peppers." Cheng Jia said.

"You are too dark-hearted, the painting you promised me has not been painted yet!" Ling Qingyu replied.

"I'll paint for you when I go back."

"really?"

"really!"

Back in the village, Ling Qingyu very politely asked Cheng Jia to paint in his yard so that he could dry it directly and then mount it.

Cheng Jia chose a large sheet of rice paper, and there is nothing you can't find in Lingjia Village.

After a little thought, Cheng Jia wrote like a god, and in a few strokes he painted the scenery of Lingjia Village seen on the mountain, because it is ink and wash, it is more elegant.

Then Cheng Jia changed his pen and painted it carefully.

Ling Qingyu turned around, and saw him put the pen down and smiled: "It's done?" hurriedly ran up to see.

The familiar scenery of Lingjia Village, the distant mountains are beautiful, the fields are far away, and there are many people standing or standing on the small square at the entrance of the village. A woman in the middle seems to be shameless, and the man next to him coaxes with a good temper, standing around. A lot of people leaned on the tree leisurely, watched jokes by the side, watched the surrounding vigilantly, and there were many teenagers sprinting around. Under the big tree, there were two pieces of clothes and two corners sitting and playing chess. In the shadow of the person, on the ridge not far away, a few people in armor were walking.

Ling Qingyu was stunned for a while, his eye circles warmed slightly, and he looked up at Cheng Jia who was washing his hands, and said sincerely: "Tomorrow I will go to the Three Buddhas Qi, take you there."

"Okay." Cheng Jia lowered his head to wash his hands and replied.