Chapter 459
Liu Yitian, who studied as a farmer, delivered hot dumplings, while the others were busy distributing food.
Many people in Wangjiatun were happy, but only Shi Guanshi, who was in charge of the warehouse, was frowning.
This year's winter in the north is extremely cold, Qiyuan City is extremely cold, and only Wangjiatun is a little warmer.
A few days later, a news spread in Qiyuan City. Dozens of gangs in Wangjiatun, led by the Shen Gong Sect, jointly opened a porridge shop to provide relief to the old, weak, sick and disabled, and to help the people survive the cold winter.
On the second day after the porridge shop opened, some rumors surfaced in Qiyuan City.
There is sand in the Shen Gong sect's porridge, which makes it unclean and unpalatable.
The Shen Gong sect has taken refuge in a cult, and the porridge is poisonous and has poisoned people.
Someone secretly set fire to the Shen Gong sect's granary and was killed and hung outside the Wangjia Tuen Gate.
Some big grain merchants warned that the escort agency would not be allowed to transport grain to Shen Gong.
Many sects, such as the Divine Sword Sect and the Blood Clothes Sect, announced that the Divine Gong Sect acted in a domineering manner and their disciples were not allowed to associate with the Divine Gong Sect.
People from Qiming Academy heard the rumors and conducted a secret investigation. Finally, they found out that the Shen Gong Sect was innocent and that helping the people was purely a righteous act. Subsequently, Qiming Academy followed the example of the Shen Gong Sect and provided regular and quantitative relief to the victims every day.
Then, the Qingshan Gang responded to the call of Qiming Academy to provide relief to the victims.
The paper money seller in Qiyuan City suddenly became free.
The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is the small year.
In the large warehouse of the Qingshan Gang, two hundred people were sitting neatly, each carrying a long bow.
These people all took off the green turbans of the Qingshan Gang and put on red turbans.
The red headscarf is embroidered with the word 'bow'.
Shen Gong sent three disciples to the hill, sitting in front of 200 people, wearing the same attire.
In the Wangjiatun Shen Gong Sect, everyone was busy preparing for Xiaonian’s dinner, which was in full swing.
The disciples under the age of fourteen were together, and the disciples over the age of fourteen gathered in another place.
It was obviously a joyous young year, but Liu Yitian, Xu Fang, Wang Shoude, Zheng Gaojue and others were dressed in smart clothes, occasionally smiling, but most of them looked solemn.
A carriage stopped at the white bridge of Xiaonan River south of Wangjiatun.
In the carriage, Li Qingxian, Gai Fengyou and Zhou Hen sat quietly.
Gai Fengyou said: "The situation in the county is not right."
"You also see it?"
Gai Fengyou nodded and said: "The situation among the major forces is complicated and getting worse. According to common sense, there is a fear of civil unrest. However, Li You said that there is still a gap when the national destiny of a county collapses."
"In and outside the city, one after another dies. After the last person dies, where is the national destiny left?" "
But we can't see it yet."
"We can see it. It's too late."
"I don't believe that Mr. Da dares to steal the national destiny of a county. He is not that crazy. Once he does it, he will be hunted down by the court." "The court has pursued 336
dead demons, but still Thoroughly investigate the evil sect of the Demon Sect, or investigate the good officials who looked at thousands of graves indifferently? The door was closed due to heavy snow, bones were frozen to death on the road, and human life was at stake. What did the local county magistrate say and do?" There was a long silence, covered by the wind
. You Dao: "You are still young, just get used to it."
"The human race can get out of ignorance, step by step to the present, stand at the top, confront the monster race, not by habit, but by the young people from generation to generation. Habit."
"You are the city patrol envoy of the two governments. You are only suitable to remind, advise and report these matters. It does not involve monks and monsters. It is not convenient for you to come forward directly." Gai Fengyou said.
"You are right, we night guards can only take care of the monks."
"Just understand. When I was sixteen years old, when I saw the head master being slapped in the face by a young disciple of the Tianming Sect, I knew there were some things we couldn't do." Gai Fengyou's tone was particularly calm.
Li Qingxian looked out the window, took out an invitation, and said, "I heard that County Magistrate Wen Siyan was born on the third day of the Lunar New Year and will leave the county on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year." "He is good at choosing the right time to evacuate early. He freezes to death in the winter. There are never as many people as those who starve to death in spring, but everyone only remembers the cold in winter." Gai Fengyou said.
"Yes, those who survive can't remember the death of others, only their own coldness."
After a moment of silence, Gai Fengyou said: "In the three games of fate between you and him, have you chosen?" "
Okay." ."
"Just have an idea of what's going on. If it doesn't work out, just make a tie and then make a plan. That fake temple door is extraordinary. The person who gave it to you is really kind to you." "I only know the function of the
fake temple door . You can temporarily disguise yourself as a strong person."
"The gods of the upper world are also strong people." "
I understand."
Gai Fengyou suddenly took out the communication talisman, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Mr. Da sent a message to me, you Guess what he said?"
Li Qingxian shook his head.
"He said that he let me choose the remuneration, but he asked me to help him when he was the guarantee." "
What's your reply?" "
I said that I will take appropriate care of the regular customers, but I can't accept the things, otherwise I will break the oath. ."
"What do you do?"
"I don't want to be killed thousands of miles away by Zhao Shoufu with a piece of holy words." "Do
you all think that Zhao Yishan has surpassed the first level?"
"We all think that even if Zhao Shoufu is first level, he is still capable. The enemy is super-grade."
"Oh, his destiny is a bit scary. The sixteenth bachelor is open and open." "
Yes, no fortune-teller would dare to have disrespectful thoughts after seeing Zhao Shoufu's destiny. I saw it back then. , I had nightmares for three days in a row."
"How do you evaluate Zhao Yishan?"
"Like a saint or a fairy."
"Tell me the story of Zhao Yishan." Li Qingxian said.
Gai Fengyou thought for a while and said: "The most famous story about Zhao Shoufu is that he was ranked first in the exam every ten years. However, to me, the most interesting thing about him, which few people pay attention to, is also his study." The origin of "Ji Yiju'."
"Oh, what happened?"
"When Zhao Shoufu was lecturing at Yuelu Academy, he once told the story of his boyhood and named the story 'Studying in Farming'." "
He said, When he was a boy, his family was in a state of decline. He wanted to study hard, but he couldn't do it, and was left far behind by the students in the same private school." "One day
, he was walking in the fields with a sad face and met Uncle Zhang from the same village. We don’t know his title or name. This Uncle Zhang is the best farmer in the village. Whether he grows crops, vegetables or raises pigs and chickens, he is the best in the village. No one can compare with him. At that time, Zhao Shoufu was still a child, and his mind was filled with all kinds of bad things, but he was only good at reading. So on weekdays, he only chatted with Uncle Zhang for a few words." "He was really distressed that day. He was tired from walking, so he would enjoy the shade under the tree next to Uncle Zhang's field
. Uncle Zhang just finished his work, sweating profusely, drank the water from the bamboo tube under the tree, and handed it to Zhao Shoufu." "Under the
same shade of the tree, Zhao Shoufu took the bamboo tube, drank it, and then started chatting with Uncle Zhang."
"Perhaps Zhao Shoufu was ill and rushed to the doctor, or he was determined to study, or he believed in the saint's saying, 'When three people walk together, there must be my teacher.' As we were chatting, I asked Uncle Zhang why he harvested more from his fields than others. High."
"How do you think Uncle Zhang will answer?"
Li Qingxian said: "I have never heard of this story."
(End of Chapter)