In the twelve years of Jinghao, spring has gone and autumn has come.
Zhang Wu's life is ordinary, with all kinds of flowers and grass raising, and 5,000 taels of silver. As long as you don't spend extravagantly, it is enough for an ordinary person to spend a long time.
The epidemic lasted only three years. Under the erosion of time, the trauma gradually disappeared from people's sight. The people finally regained their vitality. All industries are waiting to be developed, and the city gate no longer restricts people from entering and leaving.
After the plague, the court counted that the death toll was more than 4 million, and the plains were covered with bones. There were more than 100 empty cities where the people died. The sharp decline in population was even more terrifying than the barbarian invasion.
Even Emperor Jing Hao was infected with an epidemic, which caused shock to the government and the country and panic.
Although he has been cured, his body is getting thinner and weaker, and he has fallen into the root of the disease. He is ill every now and then.
The imperial physicians in the palace took turns to fight, and they were all helpless.
The Demon-Subduing Heavenly King was also invited to the palace to diagnose the emperor. If he could be cured, he would build ten temples and put a million taels of gold on the Buddha.
But after some consultation, the devil's illness was not explained by the emperor's illness.
Even if he knew exactly what was going on, he was unable to heal.
When leaving the palace, the great man of the Demon-Subduing Heavenly King and the next generation of Taoist protectors in Shaolin cried heartbrokenly, and howled to the sky, "I am ashamed of my Buddha", which made the palace guards stunned.
Within a few days, a great literary master wrote a book and praised the unparalleled loyalty and righteousness of the Demon-Subduing Heavenly King. He regarded Your Majesty as a Buddha and cried with guilt because he could not cure the emperor. He should be a model of the great religion in the world.
Folk storytellers also followed the trend and adapted various stories of big bald heroes and righteousness, making the Demon-Subduing Heavenly King famous all over the world.
In the past, his reputation was only known in the world and the court, and the people of the people had no idea of him. After all, Shi Fumo had never done anything too famous.
Now, all the people admire it all at once, and everyone in the world knows it, and has become a popular figure that the people talk about.
"Zhao Kunpeng" who was on duty in the Ministry of Justice was stunned for an hour when he heard about this.
Within half a month, he received a document from the Ministry of Personnel. He was inexplicably promoted to the third level, and from the eighth-rank rank chief of prison, he jumped into the fifth-rank rank official of the Ministry of Justice.
Zhang Wu is the one who knows the truth in the world.
His face twitched and said:
"You don't feel sorry for the emperor. You clearly can't bear to bear the million taels of silver."
"Amitabha."
In the medicine field in the yard, Rescuing the Demon to restore the monk's makeup, helping to water it, putting down the bucket and clasping his hands and saying:
"Master Zhang, don't even think about slandering this monk. I'm obviously for the emperor."
Zhang Wu laughed and dug out the ordinary medicinal herbs that had been planted one after another and threw them away, praising him:
"Tian Lao did not go to waste in vain. You have learned to speak for ten years, learned to shut up all your life, and resist the desire to express the truth. You can become a Buddha."
Shu Fumo refused to comment and drew water from the well. The summer was hot, so I couldn't help but take a sip of water with my hands, and immediately said in a daze:
"Your water is a little wrong."
"It's very sweet, right?"
Zhang Wu buried a tall orange tree transplanted from the south into a deep pit in the black soil and said with satisfaction:
"The water in my well is all the water I jumped into the well again and again, explored the ground veins, opened up underground rivers, and the mountain spring water that was drawn down from Bailong Mountain has not done anything in the past two years. I have only built this well."
When planting orange trees, you can dry the oranges and turn them into a very important medicine called "tangerine peel".
As the saying goes, one liang of tangerine peel is one liang of gold, and a hundred-year-old tangerine peel is as good as gold. Modern times can only buy a hundred-year-old tangerine peel at auction.
As for the thousand-year-old tangerine peel, as long as it is not rotten and preserved properly, it is a magical medicine.
Shi Fumo came over with a bucket, watered the orange tree, looked at the fields full of various medicines, and said blankly:
"You don't really want to create a spiritual medicine garden, do you?"
"I have this plan." Zhang Wu nodded.
Shi Fumo shook his head and complained:
"You can't live forever, you don't establish sects, or do not engage in inheritance. What's the use of planting these things?"
Zhang Wu was stunned and his face turned as usual:
"Cultivation requires spiritual medicine, and it is best to prepare it yourself. Raising flowers and grass can also cultivate one's own self-cultivation. Maybe one day I suddenly become enlightened and become a Buddha."
"I think you're in vain."
Shu Fumo went to the well to fetch water, and kindly advised:
"A supreme master like the ancestor of the Xiao family never fights and can only live for more than 200 years. Our lifespan is compared to plants and a thousand-year-old elixir, but it is just a flash in the pan. If you do it well now, you have to do it for others in the future.
Wedding dress.”
"Who knows in the future? Let's plant it first."
Zhang Wu was sloppy and worked hard to plant various century-old medicines.
After two years of research, there are also books on drug attributes sent by Tang Zhan, who already knows these medicines well.
It is not difficult for him to change the temperature and climate, but every medicinal field has to be carefully arranged in a small Feng Shui pattern.
Those who like sunshine and shade are treated separately, build sheds, place bronze mirrors, dig pools, and various means.
He also arranged a Feng Shui array, a ghost-killing wall, a evil formation, and a hell-burying dragon pattern in this yard, which was more vicious than the county magistrate's mansion arranged by Liu Cangshan.
Even if Xiao Jingchen comes in person, it will not be broken in less than a year.
The two of them were busy for a while, and it was already setting sun. Shu Fumo was holding back his mind and finally asked in hesitation:
"Have you been paying attention to the political situation in the DPRK recently?"
Zhang Wu shook his head: "I didn't pay much attention."
Shu Fumo sighed and said:
"I don't know what happened to the vassal department recently. The lieutenants acted as a blessing on the streets to harm the people. The spies supervised the world and reported it randomly. The trekkers of the law enforcement team used their powers. Many ministers were arrested in Zhao.
Prison, extortion of huge amounts of money, less than one ten can be obtained.”
Seeing that Zhang Wu seemed to be unrelated to him, Shi Fumo said in a deep voice:
"There is a rumor among the officials, saying that the Zhenguo Kuangma Liu is extremely powerful, even more rampant than the three major cabinet masters back then. Some even secretly reported to impeach Ma Liu, saying that he had bad intentions."
"Oh?" Zhang Wu frowned and asked, "What did the emperor say?"
"Xiao Jinghao did not express his opinion, only saying that Ma Liu is loyal to the emperor and patriotism, and will never commit rebellion."
Shu Fumo said worriedly:
"If you don't advise your sixth uncle, let him take charge of the custody department. If this continues, I think your uncle and nephew will have a disaster sooner or later."
Zhang Wu smiled without caring about it:
"You are thinking too much. My sixth uncle is unfaithful and cares about the world. What kind of disaster can he cause?"
Shu Fumo was so serious that his eyebrows were twisted together.
"The surname of Xiao in the world is Xiao. Could it be that your uncle and nephew want to have a fight with the eldest and second brothers of the Xiao family?"
"It is necessary to knock it. If you don't knock it once, how can you know who is the big and big king?"
"What big king?"
Shu Fumo was puzzled and could not understand what Zhang Wu was saying, but he just advised him helplessly:
"The world has only been peaceful for a while, can't we let everyone feel at ease for a few years?"
Zhang Wu still smiled distractedly, carried his hands on his back, looked at the south, and asked inexplicably:
"you say."
"Is there any way to get the poisonous snake of the fourth son..."