"No matter how strange it is, it is not the way to last."

Lin Feng carefully put the cotton seeds into the box.

Luan Xin asked her: "How can we last forever?"

"That is, the servant of the household, it is naturally to teach the best grain and the best way to all the people under the rule." When the young man said this, his eyes were kind and calm, as if he had some compassion for Buddha nature. "The lord often said that it is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. The older he is, the more he can understand the heaviness of this. Even the literary scholar who has reached the peak of literary Taoism dare not talk about immortality. People will die. A piece of loess will be a handful of yellow earth in a hundred years, but the hope of inheritance will not be easily extinguished."

If Lin Feng alone can make the common people under the rule of the lord eat and wear and wear, and prevent them from living a life of rush, how long can this state last? At most, countless descendants still need to survive, and there is only one Lin Feng in the world!

so--

"Be that Hou Ji! Learn from that Laozu!"

"Good ambition!"

Luan Xin immediately stroked his hands and praised him.

Gu Chi also subconsciously curled his lips.

I don’t even look at how many people taught Lin Feng.

At this time, she was only six or seven months older than Chen Tang who was exiled back then, and just passed the age of cardamom. If ordinary peers have such abilities, they will not be arrogant and complacent, and even worse, they will lose their original intentions and become a little impetuous.

Lin Feng was like an old monk entering into meditation, and his mind was astonishingly calm. He had achieved the samadhi of the way to treat scholars at a young age.

As such—

The literary way is just around the corner.

Truly achieve "beyond the best than the best".

"It's all good teachers and lords who teach them well. I'm just picking up people's wisdom and making Luanhu Cao laugh." Only at this time can Lin Feng show a little shyness, but he will be cleaned up soon and return to his usual steady appearance.

Because the cotton seed was found in the Hucao Custody in Sibao County, Lin Feng invited Luan Xin to meet his lord together, and the credit was shared. Luan Xin gave up and declined, "If Lin Hucao had no wise eyes, how could this thing be 'seeing the light of the sky again'?"

Lin Feng naturally would not choose to go with the flow.

She is not old, but she knows what kind of worldly affairs are.

Luan Xin has a special identity. If he doesn't handle it well, he will leave a knot in his heart and cause him to have a estrangement from his lord, it will be really not worth the loss. What's more, someone has made a contribution to this matter. The three of them went to the county government office together, and the lord was still writing a letter to him, and he was far away from the next day.

"Why are you three here? There is not enough manpower?"

Chen Tang was worried that these three of them were here to ask for manpower.

At this moment, even if she has three heads and six arms, she can't change it.

Lin Feng and Luan Xin were unwilling to say it first, so Gu Chi took on the job without hesitation: "Of course I am here to be fair to the Lord."

"Congratulations? Where does the joy come from?"

Monk Chen Tang and Zhang Er were confused. He had been living a hard life these days and was almost overwhelmed by government affairs. He opened his eyes and sat in the office to work, closed his eyes and worked in his dreams, and the brush in his hand was about to write smoke. She guessed: "Is it because he has an investment again?"

The “input” in the mouth is to redeem the silver.

There are still a few prisoners here that have not been sold.

Gu Chi shook his head. Seeing that Chen Tang was not sure, he looked at him with suspicion: "Wangchao, aren't you really trying to fool me?"

It is impossible for him to mock his lord, and it will never be possible for his whole life. He doesn't want to be sacked by Qi Shan and others. Gu Chi wants to keep it in a sack, but Chen Tang doesn't cooperate with the guess and loses his interest: "Master, why not open it and see what's here."

Chen Tang opened it with doubts.

In the box, full seeds lie quietly.

She immediately understood: "What kind of grain is this?"

"The seeds of the white-die seeds were discovered by Ling De and Jing Yi in the Caokuan of the Sibao County. Ling De gave birth to several plants with his literary spirit. It is speculated that they will harvest every year..." Because Chen Tang's expression was dull after hearing this, Gu Chi continued to speak without hesitation.

He asked softly, "Master?"

Chen Tang was called back to his senses by him: "You guys say "Baidiezi?"

Gu Chi and the other two nodded together.

Lin Feng was nervous, afraid that good things would turn into bad things on the spot, and whispered: "Lord, where is this thing wrong?"

【Bang!】

A loud bang came from under Chen Tang's palm.

Luan Xin looked at the obviously sunken five finger marks on the table, and the corners of his mouth were twitching imperceptibly. Suddenly, he felt a phantom pain in his right hand. The next breath, he saw Chen Tang rubbing his body and said, "Damn it, isn't the white folded piece just cotton?"

This is the magical artifact she was thinking about?

"Cotton?" Gu Chi murmured.

He had a good memory, and remembered that the word "cotton" was frequently hung on his lord's mouth. At that time, the lord was still tossing with the silk quilt. Although he finally got what he wanted, her high cost and outrageous efficiency made her dislike him.

So I kept talking all day long if there was cotton.

"Is this what the lord said about cotton?"

"Yes! Although most of the cotton seeds have not been improved and the yield may not be high, they can keep warm, at least much better than the summer cloth and gauze garments made by Magua." Xia cloth, as the name suggests, is a cloth made of summer clothes and woven by Magua fiber.

This thing is okay to wear in summer, but suffer in winter.

The poor families at the bottom can only fill their clothes with reeds, poplar catkins, willow catkins and other objects. The cold resistance can be imagined. The conditions are slightly better. If you raise livestock at home, you can also save some duck, goose, chicken feathers, and even better ones can use pig skin and sheep skin. Although the earthen kang has been vigorously promoted in recent years, the cost of burning fire and heating is low, there are still people who die at home in the cold winter. Although Chen Tang is the leader of a county and holds the national seal, he cannot avoid the pain of being frozen and hungry.

Now that cotton is delivered to your door, isn’t it a gift from God?

Chen Tang hugged Lin Feng two big bears.

One was for Lin Feng and the other was for Luan Xin, but it was not appropriate for her to hug Luan Xin, so she asked Lin Feng to replace her.

She was so happy that she was overjoyed: "My virtue is so destined to be remembered forever and famous in history!"

"Ahemhem—"

Lin Feng was a little dizzy when she slapped.

When her lord was excited and her strength was not controlled well, Lin Feng hurriedly begged for mercy: "If the lord continues to take pictures, the lower official will probably have to 'eternal' in advance." She knew that cotton seeds could save the people, but there was no specific picture in her mind, and even joy was not real.

However, Chen Tang's few slaps made her feel a little - the lord is a person who has not changed his appearance before the collapse of Mount Tai before. He has never seen any big occasion. What can make her excited and lose her composure can really benefit the people!

Chen Tang let go of Lin Feng.

The good news made her wash away all day long.

"Wangchao, go and send the order to let Yaohe come!"

Gu Chi bowed and took the order.

"Yaohe" is not someone else, but Chen Zhi. Her name "Yaohe" is still from Bai Su. She is very talented and specialized in agriculture and sericulture. Chen Zhi is old and has a weak talent. She has been practicing for a long time before she can barely open up the Dan Mansion. She is still far from gathering her literary mind.

If there is no accident, there will be no hope in your life.

Although her literary talent is very little, her literary talent is also effective in stimulating her life. However, due to her talent and age limitation, no matter how she practices, her literary talent accumulation progress is as slow as a turtle crawling.

Childish and discouraged, she found that although she had little literary talent, she had enough to take care of flowers and plants. So she realized the reality and focused on mixing rouge and flower dew, and dealt with flowers and plants all day long.

Bai Su and others who were friends with her also helped her collect flower seeds. Over time, the small yard was not divided into four seasons, and the fragrance of flowers was swaying.

One day, she was holding her daughter in the garden and basking in the sun.

In the dream, I accidentally got a spiritual word, a mature charm, graceful figure, and a strange fragrance knocked on the door, and she woke up instantly.

When I woke up, the spring scenery in the garden was full of spring.

The petals are pressing on the branches, and thousands of colorful butterflies are flying in the flowers. The colorful butterflies are floating and fragrant. At this time, there are yellow orioles singing, and they stop on her shoulders lightly. Looking at this scene, the state of mind is unprecedentedly open and relaxed, as if this skin is also clear. Intoxicated, the daughter in her arms is still ignorant. Her chin is leaning against her mother's shoulders, and she giggles.

Chen Zhi was awakened by an extremely slight cracking sound, but at this moment he saw the flowers in the courtyard gathering with the vortex, and she, or her Dan Mansion, was the center of the vortex. As for the butterflies in the garden? Where are there any butterflies, all of which are transformed from petals.

So inexplicable—

The mediocrity condenses the heart of literature.

Wenxin’s grade is low, only eight grades are low and middle.

The amount of writing is small, so it is difficult to urge a flower bag.

But that is the real Wenxin!

The way of literary heart gathering is strange, and what's even more strange is that she awakens the way of scholars after waking up from the dream - [Spring is all over the garden].
Chapter completed!