Mozun is forced to farm

Chapter 8

When Xie Xuechen left the cavalry, he carved a seal on the dark side of the wooden box.

This seal can be attached to spiritual consciousness, like a magic circle for him to possess at any time, so as to understand the movements in other places.

In the past, I always carved a skull or a scribbled cross, but this time I just carved it in case someone wants to plot against this unlucky guy again, so as to save it.

When he dropped his finger, he realized for a moment, and finally groped to draw an apricot flower on the rough wood surface.

The Mozun himself went back home to sleep, and a ray of spiritual consciousness followed the convoy to Quzhou. He watched the prefect and the prefect divide the profit, and saw that the full load of goods was finally cut into several pieces, and the insignificant bits were sent to the imperial capital. Twenty taels were thrown to the scholar like beggars.

It wasn't until the scholar returned to the village safely that a pale pink apricot flower quietly emerged from the burnt wood marks in Quzhou City, and it turned into snow when the wind blew and melted in the sunlight.

It was the first time they slept together, both of them were tired and sleepy, and when they fell asleep, they hated each other's too long arms and legs blocking the place, and the bed was so narrow that they might as well sleep on the floor.

Xie Xuechen originally disliked the small size of the bed, which was not even as wide and narrow as his rosewood couch, not to mention the luan velvet pear flower bed in the bedroom.

When he woke up, Lin Zhu was already cooking porridge for lunch.

He pretended not to know anything about the city, changed his outer robe and leaned against the door to greet him.

"What happened after that?"

He actually thought about it for a moment for the 80 taels that were carried away by the corrupt official's two or three thoughts.

I don't know if this scholar knows it well and doesn't say anything when he sees it through, or he is just stupid and ignorant. He took 20 taels and thanked God.

"Later?" Lin Zhu rolled up his sleeves and added firewood to the stove, and said unhurriedly: "The imperial court rewarded me with 20 taels, and I gave it to the county magistrate."

"You didn't bring it back?"

"I asked the magistrate to build an academy so that children can come to study."

When he was talking about this, a lock of black hair fell down his temples, and he looked tired and gentle.

The firewood by the stove was crackling, and the millet porridge was gradually boiling, bubbling and bubbling.

Xie Xuechen suddenly felt a trace of disgust.

He didn't like the almost naive trust in the world in this man.

In this scholar's world, it seems that everyone is good, worthy of entrustment and liking, and there is no need to be guarded or suspicious.

He didn't know whether this sharp disgust was aimed at Lin Zhu, or whether he was the one who never looked up to the world.

But it felt like a veiled prick.

With malice together, there was a bit more sarcasm when he spoke again.

"Do you know how much the cavalry packs?"

Xie Xuechen laughed, as if to reveal the ugliness of all this, and let him see clearly the rotten sores inside.

"7000 taels of gold and 4000 taels of silver."

"23 catties of jade bracelets and jade fingers, and [-] catties of gold bowls, chopsticks and rubies."

"If these fall into your own hands, how many academies can be built and how many beggars can be saved?"

"You know your so-called confiscation, and it all fell into their hands in the end. Is it used to recruit prostitutes for gambling, or to buy houses and properties?"

Xie Xuechen had an indescribable joy when he revealed the truth.

He wanted to see with his own eyes that the world that this scholar believed in collapsed, saw this naive idiot panic, and finally realized that he had wrongly paid for his ideals, and regretted it.

Lin Zhu was scalded by the flames that suddenly sprang up in the stove, and his fingertips hurt a bit after blowing on it, so he got up and continued to stir the porridge, adding some water to it.

"I know."

The man was stunned.

"you know?"

Lin Zhu gave him a strange look.

"After leaving the village, the magistrate was stuffing gold bars into his boots. Seeing how he grinned, he must have been hurt all the way."

"The master of Zhizhou almost used his sleeve to scoop up jewelry, which is quite obvious."

Xie Xuechen missed a big move and was very upset: "So?"

"So I'm releasing the news." Lin Zhu took out two silver ingots from his sleeve, put his hands in front of him with a smile, and shared one with each other: "This is yours, you can buy whatever you want."

He took advantage of the gap between the magistrate and the prefect to share the spoils, and sat in the teahouse in Quzhou City for another hour.

One good story, one fake list, enough.

In another two or three days, the story of Qi Shusheng breaking the bandit den will spread throughout the south of the Yangtze River, and may even reach the ears of the emperor.

The point is that all the people in Quzhou saw that the magistrate took a large group of gold and silver to the government. When they went there, the amount was tens of thousands of taels, and when they went to the capital, they suddenly lost [-]% or even [-]%.

It is easy to hide a bag full of gold and silver, but it is difficult to hide a long line of carts and horses carrying goods.

Even if the imperial court is full of fools and jesters, if they find that the numbers are not matching, there will always be a wave of anger about the uneven distribution of spoils.

As for who the informer is... the storyteller's mouth, and the legs of the god-walking eunuch.

There are too many people talking, so there is no need to pursue it.

"If a few thousand taels can bring down a few dog officials, it's worth it."

"What if it can't be pulled down?"

Lin Zhu raised a finger.

"The common people know that we have donated so much money, and in the end they see that nothing is left behind. Who will they go to ask for it?"

"They're not fools."

Well, let's observe for a while.

The silver ingot is not heavy in the hand.

Xie Xuechen weighed it and found it interesting.

This is the first time anyone has given him money.

Demon Lord Ling Qiong was born in a noble family, and he was used to rewarding his servants with gold leaves and silver beads since he was a child.

Lin Zhu's attitude towards money is more like seeing two fruits on a tree, eating one for himself and sharing the other.

There is also a plain and gentle friendliness here.

He is willing to accept.

Lin Zhu didn't notice the slight change in the man's mood, so he cleaned up the kitchen and went to the front yard to fetch water, and after a while he let out an angry drink.

"Release Xuechen!"

"Are you balding my half chestnut tree!!"

Xie Xuechen: "..."

"You are not happy. I can talk about it when I come home late. Why are you tossing the trunk!"

Before Lin Zhu could curse again, the man Shi Shiran had already come out.

"Go a few steps forward."

Lin Zhu was still feeling sorry for the chestnut tree, he took two steps forward obediently, and fell into the pit without paying attention.

"Ahhh-"

The pit is deep.

The bottom is bottomless, and there is no light when you roll in.

Lin Zhu almost thought that he had fallen into the barrier of some Taoist sect, his head hurt and his butt hurt when he rolled to the bottom, as if he was pressing some small animal, which caused a few small screams.

Xie Xuechen took a step behind him, snowflakes seemed to fall leisurely, and with a twist of his fingertips, a firefly green fire floated around, illuminating the situation inside.

The scholar wiped the dirt off his face, and realized it belatedly.

"This is?"

Mozun is in a good mood today: "The cellar you want."

Lin Zhu fixed a glance at him: "You are joking."

Next time if he said he was thirsty and wanted to drink water, would he drag the Yellow River over? ?

Even if the will-o'-the-wisps can't illuminate the entire range, you can still see that there are not only corridors and secret passages, but also halls and rooms.

Brother Xie, I want you to dig a cellar to store cabbages, not a mausoleum to store coffins!

He took a breath, walked in the depths while holding onto the edge, and then retreated.

"It won't collapse, will it?"

"No." Xie Xuechen said lightly: "I pasted the Taoist talisman in your study, if you don't take it off, you'll be fine."

Lin Zhu followed the ghost torch to find out the inside and outside.

The underground is not only like a yard that has been dug three times and three times out, but also has all kinds of small skylights and drainage outlets in the storage room. There are even wooden tables piled up with soil, so that you can come and sleep when it is hot in summer.

He felt something, walked back to Xie Xuechen, and saw a few hairballs and scales shivering in the corner.

"what are they?"

"Rabbits and pangolins." Xie Xuechen didn't take it seriously: "Otherwise, who will dig the hole."

Lin Zhu was stunned: "They planed all these?"

The rabbits stood in a row and nodded miserably.

More than a dozen pangolins have already formed into balls in a self-contained manner, watching carefully to see if the man will peel off their skin and eat their meat.

"How do you plan to thank them?" Lin Zhu covered his face with his hands, "Don't trouble others... other animals!"

"Why should I thank them?" Xie Xuechen asked back: "I am the master, and they are servants. If they can't win, I will naturally listen to me."

Lin Zhu glared at him, climbed the stone ladder to the ground, and after a while brought down a large pile of cabbage, melons and fruits, and gave them to eat.

The rabbits didn't dare to move at first, seeing that this person can be fierce and that villain, they just gnawed on the radish and cabbage. They were so hungry 800 years ago.

The pangolins took a few tentative glances, then dug the soil and ran away.

"I can't beat you either." Lin Zhu said sullenly, "According to your reasoning, do I have to follow suit?"

It was difficult for Xie Xuechen to integrate the kindness he aspired to. Seeing the rabbits eat the cabbage and radishes grown by the scholar, he suddenly felt a little distressed.

"Why do you feed them these?"

"Because I thank them for doing me such a great favor."

Lin Zhu broke off half a carrot and handed it to him.

"You try it."

Mozun just felt that all this was very strange.

He bent down and handed the carrot to the mouth of the little furry black rabbit.

The latter observed vigilantly for a few seconds, but still took two generous bites.

Suddenly something loosened up in his heart, he looked down at the rabbit and turned to eat something else, and asked again.

"Why don't you eat after two bites?"

"Maybe they like cabbage better."

Xie Xuechen squatted on the ground, took the vegetable leaf that the rabbit was gnawing, and handed it to the rabbit again.

The latter was startled for a few seconds by the act of taking off his pants and farting, but still leaned over to eat.

He didn't even mind that the scholar touched his head lightly and narrowed his eyes.

Lin Zhu is persuasive and persuasive.

"Have you thought about it a little bit?"

Xie Xuechen let go of his hand, stood up and left expressionlessly.

"No."

Such a weak creature, why did he seek their acceptance and love.

He does not need it.

Although I thought so on the surface, I was still annoyed in my heart.

It's time to touch the rabbit's head before leaving.

The sky is getting brighter.

People were busy in Tian Zhongsang, talking about the anecdotes of the past few days from time to time.

One of the parties was squatting in the cellar to feed rabbits, and the other went to meditate quietly in a deep mountain waterfall.

The shabby clothes and cloth shoes in the scholar's back room were quietly covered with a thin layer of cobweb-like light, and all the holes and threads were quietly repaired.

The stitching disappeared, the seams were leaked and matched, and even the faded areas were restored little by little.

There were occasional small sounds, like a rabbit nibbling a carrot.