When Jiang Qing walked out, he closed the door and looked back, his handsome face thoughtful.
Isn't it because the mother is eager to find the mysterious master to do something for her father?
Since it was about discussing legal matters, why couldn't he hear it.
However, Jiang Qing was a filial son. The old general died unexpectedly, and his mother was deeply affected. She was in various health conditions and almost choked to death even when drinking water. As a result, he was so busy these days that he didn't even have time to watch the vigil. Now he is free. Without worrying about what his mother and the master had to discuss, he immediately went back to his father's lattice to keep vigil.
In the house
Zhou only had one eye left and could not see anyone clearly. She asked respectfully in a low voice: "Is this Master Xuanji?"
The figure looks a bit different. Master Xuanji doesn't seem to be that tall.
Xuan Ling: "I am Master's fifteenth apprentice, Xuan Ling. Master has something to do and it is inconvenient to show his face, so he specially sent me to help Mrs. Jiang."
Mrs. Zhou was anxious: "If Master Xuanji doesn't come, what can we do! The fortune of the weak family has changed, and there must be some expert guidance. My family has been in bad luck one after another!"
Xuan Ling curled her lips lightly: "Don't worry, there is no master in this world who is better than my master, and I am the one who has mastered the true inheritance of the master among his many disciples. Next, you just follow my arrangements!"
The previous fourteen brothers either failed to renew their lives and died, or failed to ascend and died. He has now become the master's largest disciple with the highest cultivation level.
The master said that it would be his turn to renew his life next time and taught him the techniques of renewing his life and seizing his luck.
Of course, four more children are needed to extend the life. It is best to have children with good fortune, longevity and good fortune. They have good fortune and long life.
This time he came to Shaxi County to find a child with good fortune.
After hearing what he said about the true inheritance of Master Zuo Xianji, Mrs. Zhou felt calmer and said, "Master Xuanling, whatever you tell me, I will definitely do it."
"The fortune of the General's Mansion has indeed changed. This is a backlash. If you need to change the fortune, you need to find a few children between the ages of three and ten..."
Zhou's immediate thought was that weak families don't have many things but the most children!
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When we woke up in the morning on the fifth day, the sky was still cloudless, with no sign of rain at all, and the sun was even very bright.
The village chief got up early in the morning and walked around the whole village: "Today is the last day. Everyone, hurry up and send me the new grain that will be paid to the public. If you are later, you will not be able to reduce the ten kilograms of grain. Everyone, hurry up and get the new grain in the fields." The grain has been harvested, and the day predicted by the National Master is coming soon!"
When the villagers saw the sun in the sky, they regretted it. When the village chief shouted, someone couldn't help but come out and said: "Village Chief, do you think it will rain in this weather? What a bullshit, the national teacher made me harvest the rice in advance." , losing dozens of kilograms of grain in vain!”
"No, I regret it so much when I see the sunshine every day! My rice is only half-ripe! Now that it has been harvested, I don't know if it can be stored. There will be no more seeds for next year!"
"I'm afraid this new county magistrate is greedy and wants to defraud us of our food! I won't pay!"
Mrs. Lei happened to be returning from drying the rice in the grain drying field. After hearing everyone's words, she couldn't help but advise: "The imperial master has predicted it! If there is a lie, everyone should hurry up and harvest as much grain as possible!"
Baocai's grandfather: "Haha, I don't believe it anyway, I won't harvest a single grain! Are there floods in autumn? I haven't seen one in decades of my life! I saw it that day, and the county magistrate seemed to have listened to Xuan Bao's words , he just said he wanted to reduce taxes, where is the national teacher from? You must have made it up! Mr. Lei, is it because your family doesn’t have enough food to eat, and you want everyone to reduce production and follow your family to starve, so you deliberately fool people? "
"Isn't it? It can't be possible? The county magistrate wouldn't be so stupid, even Xuan Bao would believe it! Isn't this killing people? My family has harvested all the food! It is dozens of kilograms less than in the past year!"
"I collected half of mine, and I regret it so much! What Xuan Bao said can't be true, right?"
Mother Lei naturally didn't want Xuan Bao to get involved: "Believe it or not! The notices posted at the yamen are clearly written. If you don't believe what the Imperial Master said, who do you believe? What does it have to do with my Xuan Bao? My Xuan Bao said it will rain. Do you believe it? You guys will go harvest rice! It’s simply unreasonable!”
After saying that, she left in a hurry, too lazy to talk nonsense with these people!
After hearing these words, the village chief couldn't help but said: "What nonsense are you talking about? Is the county magistrate stupid? If the national preceptor hadn't predicted that there would be a flood, he would have spent a lot of money to buy wild bamboo shoots and hire people to reinforce it. Dam? You'd better grow more and harvest the grain in the fields quickly! Otherwise, you will regret it if there is a flood!"
He hated the weak family so much that she said shamelessly: "Yes, everyone has harvested the grain. What do you regret? If it doesn't rain, we will go to the weak family, the village chief, and the government to compensate for the grain! If it rains, Just make money!"
Old Man Zhen: "Yes, ask the weak family to compensate! Ask the village chief to compensate! In the past few days, the weak people have said that they believe there will be floods in all likelihood, and everything in their fields has been collected! "
"The rice of the weak family is growing very well this year. It is more than half ripe. Of course they harvest it perfectly!"
He: "Yes, the weak family has a good harvest. Those sweet potatoes are thicker than my thighs. Just ask them to compensate for spreading rumors!"
If you dare to divorce her daughter, people from weak families will not even think about it!
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The village chief said with a dark face: "This is simply unreasonable!"
Ignoring them anymore, he continued to walk towards the end of the village while shouting loudly: "Those who have collected grain, please send your taxes to me quickly. The people from the Yamen will come to collect them later!"
The village chief is now both afraid that there will be floods if it rains, and also afraid that it will not rain. He has extremely complicated emotions!
Weak family
Wu Shui climbed up the bamboo ladder, and Mrs. Liu handed him a round dustpan filled with sunflower seeds.
On the roof, several round dustpans of different sizes have been placed, with sesame seeds, sunflower seeds, peppers, peanuts, red beans, mung beans, soybeans, black beans and other beans drying on them.
Looking around, you can see that almost every household in Xishui Village has round dustpans of different sizes placed on the roof, with peanuts, sesame seeds, and beans of various colors drying on them, in endless colors, high and low.
The scene looked spectacular, as if even the air was filled with the joy of harvest.
The weak family only planted soybeans, and the other beans were given by the villagers who had good relationships with them. They thanked the weak family for buying wild bamboo shoots at a high price.
Other villagers tried to steal the business of weak families and sell them to restaurants at low prices. However, the shopkeeper of the restaurant looked through them a few times and found that the wild bamboo shoots they had were of varying quality, some were old and some were tender, and some were of different sizes, so they refused to accept them at all. No one wanted it in the market, so they could only sell it to the Yamen for a penny and a pound.
Therefore, those families are more and more grateful for the kindness of the poor families. When delivering wild bamboo shoots to the poor families, they also bring one or two pounds of beans harvested at home to the poor families.
There are many dried vegetables hanging on ropes in the corner of the yard, which are all cabbages and mustard greens harvested from the fields. There are also rows of bacon and sausages hanging under the eaves, as well as a few cured ducks and rabbits.
Xiuxuan stepped on another ladder, lay on the back of the tiles, and looked at the food all over the yard, feeling very satisfied: "Mom, can you make some cakes in advance?"
"What kind of cake does Xuan Bao want to eat?" Mrs. Liu picked up another dustpan on the ground and handed it to her husband.
"Red bean cake, mung bean cake and fried rice cakes, in the shape of rabbits and goats!"
Mrs. Liu laughed and didn't understand why her daughter liked rabbits so much.
Just because Ruoxuan likes rabbits and goats, Ruhe has been able to see them for the past two nights, so he makes various rabbit molds with different postures for Ruoxuan every night to make snacks and knock rice cakes.
"Okay, when your second aunt comes back, mother will let her do it for you."
Liu's cooking is delicious, but dim sum and the like are not as good as Jiang's.
The dim sum made by Jiang's is moderately soft and hard, sweet but not greasy.
Xiuxuan was satisfied. She looked up at the sun in the sky and sniffed. If she smelled it right, it would start raining at midnight tonight!
"Dad, after harvesting these rice and beans tonight, let's store them in the cave! We will take them out later and continue to dry them."
"Okay, dad will move the family's food and valuables up the mountain before sunset tonight."
The weak family found a cave in the back mountain. Later, the weak old man dug the cave larger, reinforced it, and installed a door, specifically for storing food.
In the past, weak families had more fields and more food, so the cave could be filled with food every year. In recent years, the food has been so scarce that they don't even have to move it up the mountain, and the rice jars are never full!
Ruoxuan glanced at the yellow-green fields in the distance, where the endless waves of rice were rolling.
This rice field belongs to several villages. The villagers did not believe that there would be floods and were reluctant to mention the harvested rice fields.
Only a few families followed their example and harvested all the crops in the fields.
Do your best and obey destiny, but everyone doesn't believe it. The county magistrate also sent people to the village many times to urge everyone to harvest rice, but no one did.
She can't control that much, everyone has their own destiny.
Ruoxuan had seen enough of the harvest scene and was about to get down from the ladder when she saw the steward of the General's Mansion riding a horse from far away.
