In June, the boring summer came to Bianliang City. When walking through the yard of the Alum Tower, Li Shishi heard the laughter coming from under the eaves there.

"…The martial arts story I told in the Zhu Ji recently is really nice..."

"...Is there any manuscript? Have you got it? Come and read it..."

"There is no new one yet. I went to the bamboo record myself last night..."

"This story is so long, and it's too difficult to wait every day..."

"The convoy from Zhuji told a short story, but it sounds nice..."

"Because of the stories told by Zhuji, there are too many rash men coming to Beijing recently..."

"I'm here to participate in the martial arts top scorer competition. I heard it's in August..."

"...I can't stand the person's health..."

The chattering voices were mixed with some low laughter, and the girls in the building joked with each other. Because they heard the bamboo story, Shishi stopped to listen for a while, then pursed her lips and walked into the courtyard ahead.

In the months after the beginning of spring, the matter about Bamboo Records has been chaotic and has never left her sight.

Last year, disaster relief from both sides of the north and south continued until this year. At this time, the autumn harvest had not arrived and there were still famines in many places. However, due to the heavy snow, the dilemma of blocking roads has been eliminated, and the central government's control over various places has also strengthened. Although there are still many places who are hungry at this time, there will be no large-scale starvation to death.

However, there are more beggars wandering around the capital than in previous years.

Zhuji has participated in it from last year to this year and has made great efforts. However, it has also established relationships with various merchants from the north and south. This huge network of relationships has greatly helped the development of Zhuji. Not only did each branch expand the market around like bamboo shoots, but when Shishi escaped from the disaster relief sentiment and began to observe it with the information obtained from the romance and moon field, he found that the things that Zhuji had been involved in have begun to expand in many other directions. This development is extremely rapid, but it is vague and makes it difficult to say the specific details. Only a well-informed person like Shishi can feel the tentacles that seem to be consciously extended and the influence of thousands of threads. But at the moment, it has not yet appeared.

Since she has been in contact with Ning Yi, Shishi has also been able to realize what kind of abilities this childhood friend has. Sometimes she can't help thinking, whether before she presided over the disaster relief, he had expected that Zhuji would have such great development benefits - of course, this is understandable. But there are always some things that she can't figure out.

In terms of ability, she did not know how to do business, but she dealt with the nobles and nobles. She was used to many things and could understand some of the hidden rules. Generally speaking, money is not important. With a wealth of thousands of dollars, even if she is rich, she cannot withstand the three-foot steel knife of the behead county magistrate. Most wealthy businessmen will build bridges and pave roads after their wealth has accumulated to a certain level, gain a good reputation, and then try to improve the status of the family and develop in the direction of power.

In this world, no matter who is anyone, power will be the ultimate goal. Money will certainly help this, but it will be enough to reach a certain level. If it develops again, it will only cause hatred from others and suffer only.

However, Ning Yi had a background in the Prime Minister's Mansion from the beginning. Although he was enemies with most of the wealthy households who were storing grain in the disaster relief incident, he also accumulated enough friends. With such friends, if he wanted power and power, he would not be troublesome to get rid of any identity or the Prime Minister's Mansion's pen style. But in front of him, he still did the opposite.

Using his own influence, he discounted a large amount of money and expanded the bamboo record at a surprising speed. Although it seemed to be amazing, he did control every step of the expansion, but what is the point? It is like a rapidly expanding bubble, I don’t know when it will eventually break.

Of course, she believed that Ning Yi could understand what she could think of. But she still managed all this in an orderly manner while understanding it. She couldn't figure out what the meaning was. Sometimes she wanted to ask him in person, but the person behind the scenes had no idea where he had gone since April.

The exciting but extremely powerless disaster relief, and the development of Zhuji also accompanied a series of events. Some Green Forest Rich Bandits regarded Ning Yi as a thorn in their eyes and even ran to the capital to kill him. Then his counterattack was extremely fierce, and he did not show any mercy to these bandits. The incident in Taoting not only alarmed Green Forest, but also alarmed many official figures.

More than 100 Green Forest people were killed on the spot, and more than 100 people were arrested, more than half of them were sentenced to beheaded. In the past, people looked down on these Green Forest guests, but basically turned a blind eye. However, Zhu Ji's counterattack through the Prime Minister's Mansion was too ruthless. Some officials from the Alum Building said that this would be very troublesome. They were originally outlaws, and they predicted that the Prime Minister's Mansion had caused great trouble.

The days ahead were hustle and bustle. Sometimes it was reported that Zhuji had conflicts with some outlaws in a certain place. Shishi didn't know if this was a prediction. But Zhuji was expanding its influence. While it was expanding, the storytellers under Zhuji began to tell stories about the Green Forest Warriors, which caused a sensation, which made the martial arts atmosphere around Bianliang rise quite a bit.

At this time, among the novels on the Wu Dynasty, some people talk about fairies, foxes, wild monsters, some people talk about talented men and beautiful women, and some people talk about heroes and wild men. But basically, novel stories are mostly written by down-and-out talents. The grassroots are not the mainstream. Even if there are, they basically write some small-scale scripts based on a confusion of martial arts.

But the stories of Bamboo Records seem grand, with both false and realistic stories, and most of them tell the story of "the greatest heroes serve the country and the people." A "Tianlong Eight Parts" imitating the background of the Wu Dynasty and known as the Song Dynasty, made Bianliang expensive for a while. Every night, the storytellers of Bamboo Records immediately copied it and circulated it. Influenced by this, there have been obvious more martial arts chefs coming to the Alum Tower in recent times, and even a few out-of-the-line scholars and young masters have practiced some self-defense martial arts. They imitated the heroes of Tang Dynasty and matched the sword, swaying around, and then began to make friends with the martial artists. These people have many backgrounds in their families, and it is said that the Kaifeng Prefecture, which is responsible for public security, has a headache for a while.

Of course, even if a trend is highly praised by some people, it is still only the "non-mainstream" of this era. The practice of Zhu Ji also attracted some criticism at this time. Novels about writing grassroots heroes have little influence and people are too lazy to pay attention to them. However, the heroes use martial arts to ban the ban, and these reckless men who are full of blood and cannot vent their brilliance are hidden dangers of public security. How can they be promoted?

For example, Zhou Bangyan, who returned to Beijing to report his work this time, was quite dissatisfied with the guidance of the Bamboo Record. Fortunately, while telling stories of grassroots, the other stories told in the Bamboo Record attracted the praise of literati. Especially when he was trapped in Hangzhou, the deeds about Mr. Qian Xiwen that happened, which made the scholars in the capital very solemn and respected.

Even in Bianliang, there are many people who have direct or indirect relationship with the Qian family in Hangzhou. In the past, Qian Lao's death was just a concept for them. After the story was told, these people commemorate or pay condolences in their own form, and there were also a large number of literati who came to the bamboo record to listen to such a story, and then their blood was boiling, and then their clothes were filled with tears.

Whether these people had the same courage to martyrdom as Mr. Qian after listening to the story, although it was said that Ning Yi was the last person to talk to Mr. Qian, Zhu Ji gained some tolerance and care, and promoted the grassroots heroes. He was not criticized one-sidedly, but was divided into two factions, either insulted or discussed, and it has also become the central topic of discussion among the scholars of Bianliang in recent times.

While all this is being complicated, the man behind it has never appeared in front of others...

When he thought of this in his heart, Shishi walked into his courtyard. The big banyan tree in the courtyard cast a thick shade in the slight wind. The air still seemed a little stuffy in the cicada roar. Zhou Bangyan sat on the wooden floor in front of the coffee table waiting for her. This man who was famous in the Wucha literary world was nearly forty years old. Although he was not as handsome as a cream boy, his meticulous dress showed slightly white temples and the dust on his body over the years, as well as his experience as an official, still portrayed him into a charming man. Seeing Shishi coming, Zhou Bangyan raised his hand and asked her to sit down.

The two have known each other for several years. If we want to talk about our feelings of getting to know each other, we may have had it in this year and month when love is not strict. After all, in a sense, this man should be one of the men closest to Li Shishixin, and he got along well. After sitting down, he tasted tea and chatted for a few words. Zhou Bangyan said: "Has Shishi answered what I said last time?"

The last time when they came to the Alum Tower, Zhou Bangyan mentioned that they wanted to redeem her. In a sense, it was appropriate for the two to talk about this at this time. Shishi's age has passed the golden age of a courtesan. Although there are still many people supporting her now, next, it will undoubtedly go downhill and getting married will become a natural thing.

In terms of identity, although Zhou Bangyan's official position is not high, he already has enough talent and has been close to Li Shishi in the past. It is also a good destination for him to take her as his concubine.

Shishi held the teacup and opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything in the end. The cicadas were ringing in the courtyard. Zhou Bangyan waited for a while and added tea to the two of them: "Actually, I know that among the people around you, I understand you. In the past, you loved traveling around and learning from famous masters. After being together, I am afraid that only I can support you. Therefore, it is best for you and I to be together... You will eventually get married."

Shishi was silent for a moment, and when he picked up the teacup, he looked at the yard outside, and his voice was not loud: "Brother Meicheng, actually, I have been thinking recently, maybe I may not necessarily... I have to get married..."

"...In Mount Wutai, Zen Master Kongdu said that you have Buddha nature... It seems that he is not the first to say that you have Buddha nature." Zhou Bangyan was stunned for a moment and smiled again, "It's just that at that time you said that sometimes you can see through it, but it doesn't matter. People always have to be happier like others... What's wrong? There are things that I can't see through it? Or can I see through it and I can't get through it?"

"Ah..." Shishi sighed, then said, "Ah..." but it sounded like a "ah" sigh.

"I heard about you going to provide disaster relief, and I also heard about it... You have often gone out of the city to give alms to those beggars... Mother Li told me a lot..." Zhou Bangyan paused, "Actually, among the friends around you, you and Yu Hezhong and Chen Sifeng, are intimate, but there is no possibility. Ning Liheng is a very powerful person."

Shishi didn't say anything. Regarding Ning Yi's affairs, it must have been what Li Yun and Zhou Bangyan said. After a little silence, Zhou Bangyan said: "It's just... this person seems to be keen on business. In the early years, I thought he was a gentleman who was indifferent to fame and fortune, but later I saw that this person's behavior was both good and evil. It was not in line with the way of a gentleman. At least he asked Zhuji to promote the affairs of the grassroots and heroes. I highly disagree..."

Zhou Bangyan was very talented and had a good manners. He actually spoke straightforwardly. At this time, he looked at Shishi for a while: "I know you went to provide disaster relief. He was also presided over. Do you like him?"

Shishi's eyes were originally looking aside, but it seemed as if she was awakened at this time. Then she smiled and shook her head: "No, I haven't seen him for a long time."

"He is not a good match." Zhou Bangyan took a sip of tea, "... the imperial court's order has come down. I will only stay in Beijing for five days."

"Yeah." Shishi nodded, raised her teacup and smiled, "Where will you go next?"

As the cicadas were chirping in the yard, the two continued to say homely words, the breeze rubbed the leaves, and the monotonous rustling sound was mixed into the words. On a summer afternoon, the air became quiet in such air...

Going north, thousands of miles away, Luliang Mountain.

The shouts of the horse team and the sound of bells broke the dullness of summer. In the afternoon, another caravan entered the Qingmu Village Outer Market. The caravan was not small, with a lineup of nearly 200 people and dozens of trucks of goods. It was a rare order in Qingmu Village. Therefore, many people were sent to escort the village. At this time, they arrived safely and the entire outer market became lively.

The villages that are gathered outside Qingmu Village to the interior are all over the place, and the construction traces can be seen everywhere. Some places have been dug up and just filled, and the traces of the new soil also have a different atmosphere from the past. Due to the unified planning, the new building complex built with the old village seems neat and orderly. Although there are not many, at least compared to the crowding and busyness of Qianqingmu Village in two months, everything has become completely new.

Sometimes, the order itself can give people a clear and positive impression. When people in the village are expanded and renovated like ants carrying mud, most of them will feel happy. Especially after feeling the comparison, people will think of who brought all this.

After two months of change, most of the managers of Qingmuzhai have also felt the efficiency improvement brought by many details. Of course, the absolute mechanization of efficiency sometimes makes people feel the lack of individuals, but Qingmuzhai is not exposed to such emotions at present. For example, in such summer, when it is close to noon, everyone does not need to work, and many things are done in the morning and evening - although for these poor people in the mountains, as long as they have some benefits, even if they are forced to work under the sun, they may not be unable to endure this hardship, but at present, Ning Yi does not plan to pursue efficiency to this level.

Ning Yi no longer interferes in efficiency. However, he will still intervene in the management of Qingmuzhai at this time.

In two months, the number of residents in Qingmuzhai has grown from 6,000 to nearly 8,000. Five or six hundred of them are the young men who have joined recently, obedient, trained, or talented. The rest are the families they brought.

Due to Ning Yi's intervention, the population expansion and resettlement were carried out in an orderly manner, but suddenly such newcomers were added, of course there would be problems. Ning Yi, who lived a normal married life with Hongxi, would meet with several village leaders and leaders responsible for this matter every three days. He was basically not responsible for specific matters, but just set the policy and did ideological work.

Newcomers are integrated into Qingmu Village, and there will be more newcomers in the future. How to prevent the elderly in the mountains from bullying the newcomers too seriously is a problem, but there is no need to pursue pure fairness. Ning Yi asked Zheng Ashuan's daughter to lead the organization of a small law enforcement team to record and interfere with the differences between the new and the old, so that the elderly can receive certain preferential treatment, but the newly joined the village will not be too much eyebrow.

Every three days of encounter, the subject is still equivalent to ideological work. For long-term development, don’t just focus on the current situation, the strength of the group, and don’t just look at the temporary interests of the individual. In fact, in the early stages of the development of a small organization like Qingmuzhai, several village owners still had a strong control over the subordinates. As long as they gain their recognition, everything became very simple. Ning Yi was just laying the foundation for the future development of the village. Of course. In the eyes of a small number of people, this foreign son-in-law seemed a little nagging. He confirmed it every few days, and always talked back and forth...

Although there are questions of one kind or another, under Ning Yi's simple management, the current situation of Qingmu Village is much better than many places outside the Luliang Mountains. No matter where, the indigenous people are always xenophobic, even if there are disputes and county magistrates deal with it, it is even more so in the Luliang Mountains. Many villages often easily accept people, but when they really get into it, they often have to stand in a team and have frequent quarrels with each other. Sometimes, there will be problems such as the old people in the village kill new people, or the leader relies on his power to play with the wife and daughter of the new joiner. How could there be someone adjusting or dealing with it like Qingmu Village?

There are conflicts between new and old people. Even if the new people are beaten, there will be some places where the elderly will be scolded. Although it is not absolutely fair, even relative concern is precious. Although there are still many small frictions, big problems - such as bullying others' wives and daughters by virtue of their power - the upper class of Qingmuzhai is strictly prohibited. Often, after the small problems arise, the law enforcement team appears, intervenes, mediates, and the bullied people, and even makes some people feel warm in their hearts.

After all, this is the world. It would be much better if it is a little better.

Sometimes when I look at all this in the village, it only takes two months to change. The old man named Liang Bingfu will ask himself, some things he once thought about, but why he couldn't do, but for Ning Yi, it was just simple things. Of course, sometimes there were answers, and sometimes there weren't.

At this time, he was sitting under the shade of the tree in the small square to enjoy the cool air. Hongti's husband was holding a wooden board next to him and wrote and painted, while Hongti sat behind him with a fan to fan the old man, and occasionally fanned her husband. There were not many people in the small square, and several children were playing with throwing stones. Not far away, a young man named Yuwen Feidu was gesturing his martial arts with another black and thin boy.

"Look at this trick! I turned around from the side, hit your knees, sweep! Sweep! Hey, you absolutely can't avoid it..."

"There is also this trick, hit your chest! Smack your stomach again..."

"And my sky-rushing hammer, hit you a hundred times, wahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Yuwen Feidu was a young man. He was talented and outgoing. He recognized many masters in the Dulonggang camp and learned a good martial arts. At this time, he gestured in front of the young man who usually took care of Liang Bingfu, jumping around and making moves like the wind. This is because Hongti said that the boy named Xiao Hei also practiced martial arts and was very talented, so he wanted to show off to the other party, but unfortunately Xiao Hei was relatively silent and unwilling to pay attention to him.

At this time, Yuwen Feidu was dazzled in front of Xiao Hei. The fist wind roared and the face close to Xiao Hei was running around. Several children were holding their chins and watching. Someone exclaimed: "Wow, Brother Yuwen is so awesome..."

"Brother Xiao Hei doesn't know martial arts. Brother Feidu, don't bully him..."

Ning Yi took the wooden board and wrote and painted, raised his head and looked at it, lowered his head and smiled and commented: "Hehe, it's so cheap."

Then he suddenly heard Xiao Hei screaming, hugged Yuwen Feidu's waist and rushed forward. Yuwen Feidu tried hard to get the plate down, but the two of them had already run out of the square, and with a bang, they fell into a pile of wood piles in the small square. Of course, Yuwen Feidu was much embarrassed.

"Sneak attack - ahhhh, eat my black tiger to heart--" Yuwen Feidu, who crawled out of the firewood pile, looked embarrassed and rushed towards Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei turned around and ran away. The small square became lively. Ning Yi, Hongti, Liang Bingfu and others all raised their heads and watched the two teenagers hit from one end to the other, and then chased back from the other end, and their necks also turned.

"Who do you think will win?"

"It's almost the same." The old man holding the crutch squinted his eyes, and also watched it interestingly, and participated in it.

The young wife Hongti smiled and didn't speak, and put her half-stool on her legs. She was doing this before the old man came out.

After a while, a figure came from a distance, Han Jing, the leader of the five villages of Qingmu Village. He watched the two young men fight around, walked around, greeted Liang Bingfu, sat down next to him, and said to Ning Yi: "Catch up."

"how's it going?"

"Ma Jun's group of people also caught up with them in advance. They said they would give us an explanation."

"What do you think?"

"When he explains, he will either hand over the person or hand over the head. Otherwise, he will be able to make a pot of two thousand of them together."

"Oh, that's fine..."

What Han Jing said was the problem of the two thousand Liao troops in the north of Luliang. Now that the Liao Kingdom has been destroyed, these original Liao soldiers are homeless. After the leader came here, he changed his name to Ma Jun and temporarily gathered in the north of Luliang Mountain. After the battle at Huochuanling, Qingmuzhai was preparing for this, but Luliang was very big after all, and if the other party was determined to run away, it would be difficult to carry out an annihilation battle.

After the results of the battle in Huochuanling were reported, these Liao people were quite conscious of the current situation and were unwilling to have friction with Qingmuzhai, and even wanted to form an alliance with Qingmuzhai for a while. Ning Yi naturally refused to fall. This time, dozens of people seemed to have split up in the other party's village, and almost robbed a group of caravans covered by Qingmuzhai. Ma Jun sent someone to apologize and said that he would give Qingmuzhai an explanation.

In fact, I don’t care about any explanation here. I have already decided on the policy of these Liao people. Either surrender to Qingmuzhai and become the periphery of Qingmuzhai. Ning Yi and others have been ready to knock on their bones and suck the marrow, draw the elites of them for their own use, and pull the rest to dig coal. Or after fighting, they will make it into the periphery of Qingmuzhai, and then knock on the bones and suck the marrow, and send the rest to dig coal...

Of course, since there has not been a possibility of annihilation war, things are still under pressure. However, Ning Yi will not ask too much about these details. When to fight and how big it is, it is all Han Jing and the others' business. What he needs to do is just to set a bad battle name for this battle called "Beating a Big Rooster".

Therefore, after nodding, he turned the topic back: "...Who do you think will win?"

Han Jing looked at it: "Yuwen, he has a solid skill."

"It's hard to say, I think Xiao Hei is quite spiritual..."

Everyone sat and watched the fight.

After a while, Liang Bingfu straightened his body and said, "Where is Liheng? Are there anyone in the old village? "

Ning Yi glanced at him: "Well, some people have passed."

"Fu Duanyun has been living there..." Liang Bingfu sighed, "When will I want to go back and take a look."

Ning Yi frowned: "The boat and the car are exhausted..." Qingmuzhai is still more than 20 miles away from the old village. Even the best carriages these days will cause huge bumps. In recent times, although Liang Bingfu has no longer been struggling for the village and looks a little younger, his body has been getting worse and worse after all.

Hongti is the great master and is most clear about these things. Then he came to persuade him... (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps: I arrived at Luyuan today and will probably have to live and study here for about two months in the future.

When I was at the train station, I saw many veterans retiring from the army and taking the big red flower to go home. Suddenly I remembered where I saw a guy saying that the new recruits read this book when they joined the army, and it was not over yet after they were discharged from the army. I thought, there might be some of these people who read my books.

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