Liu Yitian delivered hot dumplings, and the others were busy distributing food.
Many people in Wangjiatun were happy, but Shi Guanshi, who was in charge of the warehouse, was frowning.
This winter in the north is extremely cold, Qiyuan City is extremely cold, and only Wangjiatun is a little warmer.
A few days later, a news spread in Qiyuan City that dozens of gangs in Wangjiatun, led by the Shen Gong Sect, jointly opened a porridge shop to provide relief to the old, weak, sick and disabled, and to help the people survive the cold winter.
On the second day after the porridge shop opened, some rumors surfaced in Qiyuan City.
There is sand in the Shen Gong sect's porridge, which makes it unclean and unpalatable.
The Shen Gong sect has taken refuge in a cult, and the porridge is poisonous and has already poisoned people.
Someone secretly set fire to the Shen Gong sect's granary and was killed and hung outside the Wangjia Tuen Gate.
Some big grain merchants warned that the Escort Agency would not be allowed to deliver grain to Shen Gong.
Many sects, such as the Divine Sword Sect and the Blood Clothes Sect, announced that the Divine Gong Sect acted in a domineering manner and their disciples were not allowed to associate with the Divine Gong Sect.
People from Qiming Academy heard the rumors, conducted a secret investigation, and finally found out that the Shen Gong Sect was innocent and that relieving the people was purely a righteous act. Subsequently, Qiming Academy imitated the Shen Gong Sect and provided regular and rationed relief to the victims every day.
Then, the Qingshan Gang responded to the call of Qiming Academy to provide relief to the victims.
The paper money seller in Qiyuan City suddenly became free.
The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is the small year.
In the large warehouse of the Qingshan Gang, two hundred people were sitting neatly, each carrying a long bow.
These people all took off the green turbans of the Qingshan Gang and put on red turbans.
The red scarf is embroidered with the word "bow".
Shen Gong sent three disciples to the hill, sitting in front of 200 people, wearing the same attire.
In the Wangjiatun Shen Gong Sect, everyone is busy preparing for the New Year’s Eve dinner, and it’s in full swing.
Disciples under the age of fourteen gather together, and disciples over the age of fourteen gather in another place.
It was obviously a joyous young year, but Liu Yitian, Xu Fang, Wang Shoude, Zheng Gaojue and others were dressed in smart clothes, occasionally smiling, but most of them looked solemn.
A carriage stopped at the white bridge of Xiaonan River south of Wangjiatun.
In the carriage, Li Qingxian, Gai Fengyou and Zhou Hen were sitting quietly.
Gai Fengyou said: "The situation in the county is not right."
"Did you see it too?"
Gai Fengyou nodded and said: "The situation among the major forces is complicated and getting worse. According to common sense, there is a risk of civil unrest. However, there is still a gap between the collapse of the national destiny of a county as you mentioned."
"Everyone dies one after another in and outside the city. After the last person dies, there will be no luck left for the country."
"But it's not visible yet."
"By the time you can see it, it will be too late."
"I don't believe that Mr. Da dares to steal the national destiny of a county. He is not that crazy. Once he does it, he will be hunted down by the court."
"Did the imperial court investigate the three hundred and thirty-six dead demons, or did it thoroughly investigate the evil sect of the demon sect, or did it investigate the good officials who looked at the thousands of graves indifferently? The door was closed in heavy snow, there were frozen bones on the road, and human lives were at stake. The local county magistrate
What was said and what was done?”
After a long silence, Gai Fengyou said: "You are still young, just get used to it."
"The human race can get out of ignorance, step by step, reach the present, stand at the top, and confront the monster race, not because of habits, but because of the unaccustomed behavior of young people from generation to generation."
"You are the city patrol envoy of the two governments. You are only suitable to remind, advise and report these matters. It does not involve monks and monsters. It is not convenient for you to come forward directly." Gai Fengyou said.
"You are right, we night guards can only take care of the monks."
"It's good to understand. When I was sixteen years old, when I saw the head master being slapped in the face by a young disciple of the Tianming Sect, I knew that there were some things that we couldn't do." Gai Feng
You's tone was particularly calm.
Li Qingxian looked out the window, took out an invitation, and said: "I heard that County Magistrate Wen Siyan was born on the third day of the Lunar New Year and will leave the county on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."
"He is very good at choosing the right time to evacuate early. The number of people who freeze to death in winter will never be as high as the number of people who starve to death in spring, but everyone only remembers the cold in winter." Gai Fengyou said.
"Yes, those who survive cannot remember the death of others, only their own coldness."
After a moment of silence, Gai Fengyou said: "In the three games of fate between you and him, have you chosen?"
"The choice has been made."
"Just make sure you have an idea. If it doesn't work out, we'll make a tie and then make plans. That fake temple door is extraordinary. The person who gave it to you is really kind to you."
"I only know that the purpose of the fake temple gate is to temporarily disguise yourself as a strong person."
"The gods in the upper realm are also strong."
"I see."
Gai Fengyou suddenly took out the communication talisman, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Mr. Da sent a message to me, what do you think he said?"
Li Qingxian shook his head.
"He said he would let me choose my remuneration, but when he asked me to be the guarantee, I would help him."
"What's your answer?"
"I told you that I will take proper care of your regular customers, but you can't accept them, otherwise you will break your oath."
"How do you do it?"
"I don't want to be killed by Zhao Shoufu with a piece of holy words from thousands of miles away."
"Do you all think that Zhao Yishan has surpassed the rank?"
"We all believe that even if Zhao Shoufu is a first-grade person, he is still capable of defeating a super-grade person."
"Oh, his destiny is a bit scary. The sixteenth bachelor is open and open."
"Yes, no fortune-teller would dare to have disrespectful thoughts after seeing Zhao Shoufu's destiny. I had nightmares for three days after seeing it."
"How do you evaluate Zhao Yishan?"
"As holy as immortal."
"Tell me the story of Zhao Yishan." Li Qingxian said.
Gai Fengyou thought for a while and said: "The most famous story about Zhao Shoufu is that he will be ranked first in the exam every ten years. However, to me, his most interesting thing, which few people pay attention to, is also his study."
The origin of "Jiyiju'."
"Oh, which thing?"
“When Zhao Shoufu was lecturing at Yuelu Academy, he once told the story of his youth and named the story ‘Studying in Farming’.”
"He said that when he was a boy, his family was in a state of decline. He wanted to study hard, but he couldn't do it and was left far behind by the students in the same private school."
"One day, he was walking in the fields with a sad face and met Uncle Zhang from the same village. This was his name back then, and we didn't know his name. This Uncle Zhang was the best farmer in the village, whether growing crops, vegetables or raising pigs.
When it comes to raising chickens, he is the best in the village, and no one can compare with him. At that time, Zhao Shoufu was still a child, and he was full of inferiority in everything except studying. So on weekdays, he only chatted with Uncle Zhang for a few words. "
"He was really distressed that day. He was tired from walking, so he was enjoying the cool air under the tree beside Uncle Zhang's field. Uncle Zhang just finished his work and was sweating profusely. He drank the water from the bamboo tube under the tree and handed it to Zhao Shoufu."
"Zhao Shoufu, who was under the same tree shade, took the bamboo tube, drank it, and then started chatting with Uncle Zhang."
"Perhaps Zhao Shoufu was sick and rushed to the doctor, or he was determined to study, or he believed in the saint's saying, 'When three people walk together, there must be my teacher.' As we were chatting, I asked Uncle Zhang why he harvested more from his fields than others.
high."
"How do you think Uncle Zhang will answer?"
Li Qingxian said: "I have never heard of this story."
