Mozun is forced to farm

Chen Zhangzheng fell asleep halfway through, feeling hot and restless.

He turned over, waved his hands impatiently, and signaled the maid to put ice on him and fan him.

For some reason, all the serving concubines disappeared, and no maids came to serve tea.

Chen Chengxiang was drooling in sleep, and his eyes were angry.

"Ice!"

"The weather is so hot, is it going to kill me?"

Usually at this time, if he scolded, he would have to kneel several times inside and out, and his wife and concubines would inevitably come to coax and act like a baby.

He finished yelling half awake and half angry, and was doused half of his body with embarrassing water.

"Ice? Do you still dare to ask my old lady for ice?"

The peasant woman put her hips on her hips and yelled, picked up the broom next to her and drove him to the bed. There were several red marks on his skin and flesh: "The crops are dying of thirst. If you don't carry water and come back to sleep, what kind of emperor are you?" Meng Meng still dares to ask for ice?!"

Chen Zhangzheng hadn't been beaten severely for many years, but at this moment, he was suddenly doused with stinky, dirty water, and his arms and thighs were scorchingly painful.

He sprang up with a cry, and was whipped around by the broom on the grass bed, like a live fish on an iron pan.

"Guard!! Guard!!"

"What are you talking about in your sleep, hurry up and get down to the old lady! If you don't go water it, the old lady will tear your head off!!"

"You are crazy, I am the prime minister!"

"Cheng your mother!"

Not far away, on the pagoda tree, a falcon and a mouse live in the shade, taking in the excitement.

Lin Zhu looked amused, and slowly chewed the grass root like a candy stick, feeling a bit like a natural rat.

Xie Xuechen stood aside, listening to the surrounding situation from the minds of the villagers next to him while he was thinking.

"This Chen family is a well-known poor family nearby."

"Although my wife is fierce and capable, it's not worth marrying a prodigal rascal."

"Now is the eve of the autumn harvest. When the crops are thirsty for water, if the water supply is cut off, the whole year's harvest will be lost."

The chipmunk chewed the grass roots and slept with its feet up next to its fluffy wing feathers.

"Then our rice..."

He was busy studying some time ago, and encountered a lot of turmoil, so he didn't take care of his family's fields for a long time.

"It doesn't matter." Demon Venerable said humbly: "It's okay to take care of it."

Xie family members usually have a problem with their speech.

Either exaggerated, or too modest.

Now the rice behind the small courtyard of the Lin family is almost as tall as a person.

One grain is equivalent to five grains in other people's homes, and I am afraid that it will grow into a mantou tree if it is raised for another season.

The seeds they selected at the beginning are actually no different from other families, and they should have similar harvests.

But apart from the seeds, everything else is different from others.

The original soil has mediocre nutrients, and it has been shriveled by weeds over the years. It should be cultivated for several years with peas to stabilize the soil quality.

Su Hongxiu looked disgusted, and exchanged it with the black bee mud from the Ganoderma lucidum grown in Zihai Bieyuan.

Several acres of land were quietly replaced in the middle of the night, making it similar to the way of building mansions and courtyards overnight.

That native was born on the high island where the spirit of the world is abundant, with sufficient water and nutrients, not to mention Ganoderma lucidum, and fairy grass can live.

On this basis, Lin Shuangjin brought in the clearest water from the center of the river, dug the earth into a canal, and supplied it constantly.

Ever since Mo Zun taught her how to blast open rocky ravines with ghost formulas, Lin Shuang now opened up the underground water while practicing the kung fu.

There are big rivers and small rivers draining from above, and the water below is even more moist. Even though it is so hot now that the heat is steaming, the fields of his family are not half dry, as if it is still in spring.

Afterwards, the dogs in the family went to the rice fields to eat voles, and Xie Mingyan sometimes went to the fairy garden to see, folded Qiongzhi to put nectar in the fields, and half-intentionally and half-unintentionally helped take care of them.

The rice all over the ground can be regarded as absorbing the best rain and dew in the world, and it grows like crazy.

If you don't pay attention, it's a bit too much.

When Xie Xuechen went to look again, it was obvious that his own crops stood out from the crowd in a long row of fields.

The roots of the Lin family's rice are too strong and full, and the huge tassels hang down like corn, and they are all rushing to the point of supporting people to death.

It was rare for Mozun to not be too ostentatious, and cast an illusion with a wave of his sleeve, which did not arouse the suspicion of the nearby villagers.

Keep a low profile so you won't have to explain it later.

Lin Zhu deliberately saved a lot of broken silver, and was already prepared for the way out.

If his own rice is not enough to eat, he will also prepare a lot of new rice from the big warehouse, so that his friends can enjoy extra meals every day.

Just thinking about it, there really was a fight over there.

After being beaten soberly, Chen Zhangzheng thought he was tied up, screamed on the bed, threw the dishes and chopsticks all over the floor, and shouted that the woman had committed the crime of beheading.

——Then he was dragged to the side of the water tank by the ear, and told him to see what he looked like.

The big fat man who was supposed to be an aide-de-camp saw himself black and thin in the water tank at this moment, as if he hadn't had enough to eat for years.

He opened his mouth wide, raised his hands covered with cracked lines and thick calluses, and looked at it again and again.

No, it's not me! !

It's not my hands, and it's not my face! !

Could it be that the purple bamboo demon cast a spell and changed my face? !

I am the prime minister, the second most noble person in the world! !

He lay on the side of the tank and looked and looked, showing a mournful expression, and at this moment he ran out of the tank.

The mother-in-law behind him scolded angrily: "Come back!! If you don't come back, if you don't farm, ask my brother to beat you—"

Chen Zhangzheng ran wildly with all his strength.

I'm going to the capital, I'm going to the Prime Minister's Mansion, I'm going to get back my wealth!

Mozun heard what was going on in his heart, and only now did he realize that there was a monster who didn't bother him.

That Zizhu demon was printed into paper to collect money, and he lost his voice in the middle of his speech, probably being controlled even tighter.

"Go, go back and have a look."

The black falcon threw the chipmunk by the back of its neck, and carried him to a high place.

This time, he was accompanied by a bewildered little khaki ball, and was thrown to the prime minister's mansion along the way.

Lin Zhu also wanted to watch more fun: "Why don't you leave me here, I'll see how he wakes up, and you go save that paper?"

"It may not be saved." Demon Venerable sighed: "You think how merciful I am, and you still do all these good deeds."

The chipmunk held the blade of grass in its paws and looked at him with a smile.

"You have always been kind, not someone who would do bad things."

Mo Falcon suddenly scratched his head.

"Hey! What are you doing pecking at me!"

So the troops split into two groups, the chipmunk was left on the beam to watch the farmer's show, and Xie Daniao flew to the treasury to have a look at the Zizhu demon who was trapped by the trap.

Lin Zhu didn't notice that there was an apricot flower-like mark on his furry back, but he felt safe watching the excitement from a high place.

The village man had a very sweet sleep.

He didn't want to water the crops in the heat. He would rather go hungry and beat him to sneak back into the house to sleep for a while.

As soon as he turned over, the heat all over his body suddenly disappeared.

Not only is it not hot anymore, the bed is also soft and comfortable, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

When the village man opened his eyes, he saw the flowery beauty sitting by the bed, fanning himself a big fan.

He jumped up, trembling and unable to speak clearly.

"I can't make it!!"

"How could Xian Ji fan a rough person like me!"

The concubine smiled coquettishly and said, "Why is Mr. Xiang making fun of him?"

The village man raised his hand again, and realized that he was fat and white like a pig.

The others were also stupid. Just as they were about to ask what was going on, their stomachs grumbled.

"Are you hungry? The small kitchen has already prepared meals," a maidservant beside him said quickly, "Today we have stewed duck breast with bamboo fungus, golden jade pigeon soup, braised pork with pine nuts..."

"Serve the food! Serve the food!!" The village man thought he was dreaming, panicked and pretended to be calm, and sat cross-legged on the bed: "Five bowls each! And a few more big steamed buns!"

The concubine didn't know why the prime minister had changed his temper today, he waved the incense fan, and the servants immediately followed suit.

In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen plates of food were brought in like flowing water.

The master said he wanted to eat on the bed, no one dared to ask why, so he did it tremblingly.

The village man's family has long been so poor that they haven't eaten meat for three years in a row. They have to thank their ancestors for rice with sesame oil during the Chinese New Year.

When encountering these small and exquisite food, he didn't care about etiquette, he picked up the chopsticks and violently grilled the rice like a wild boar, no matter how fast he ate.

The concubines were also dumbfounded, they wiped their mouths around the side, and handed soup to others.

"Master, eat slowly...don't choke."

"Could it be that you are not feeling well, and you want to invite an imperial doctor to come and have a look?"

The village man still had half a piece of venison in his mouth, and said vaguely, "What did you call me?"

The concubine was puzzled and said, "Master?"

"Good shout! Say more, I love to hear it!"

Lin Zhu was not hungry at first, so he sniffed it twice and smelled the strange smell, so he quietly poked his head to see what good food was being eaten underneath.

His paw slipped, he didn't control his center of gravity, and fell down unexpectedly.

Before he could make a long squeak, the apricot flower on his back floated up in the air, turning into a falcon feather to support him.

Lin Zhu was startled, and he didn't dare to let go of Falcon Yu, and felt that it didn't feel right to hold him.

"This is……"

"This is my hand." Mozun said leisurely in the distance: "Have you seen the excitement enough? Shall I bring you here?"

Lin Zhu originally had a playful temperament, but now he became ashamed.

It didn't matter if he turned into a chipmunk, but he fell into the palm of the man's hand.

Even if you can't see it, you can still feel the calluses on your fingertips, the softness and warmth in your palm, as if you were easily grasped, held, and hugged.

He was too ashamed to speak, and said angrily, "Aren't you a bird?"

"A bird, a human, and a ghost."

Xie Xuechen had already carried him to the treasury. Falcon feathers rode lightly on the wind all the way, and sent Linzhu to Miyagi.

The man seemed to be aware of the scholar's embarrassment, he held him in the palm of one hand, and the fingertips of the other hand moved invisibly to scratch the chinchilla's cheek.

Lin Zhu wanted to cover his face, but he couldn't see his hands at all at the moment, his cheeks itched slightly and he sneezed.

"It seems that this is not bad."

Mozun thought deeply.

"Just take you back to Wangshidu like this, and keep you hidden and safe along the way."

Lin Zhu was scratched at the back of his neck by him, squinting his eyes to be disgusted and enjoying it.

He simply nestled in his palm and complained in a low voice: "There is still an exam in spring."

"Then go to Wangshidu to take the exam." Xie Xuechen is very generous: "I arrange one exam every day, and the exam lasts for 88 days, which is not enough to continue."

"I didn't mean that!!"

"You wood!!"