But he shared the dream with Jun [Rebirth]

"Yuanying is me, my fiancée!" Feng Xiang said through gritted teeth.

This is the truth.The two elders have worked together for a long time, and the younger generation's childhood sweethearts are married with their fingertips, which is nothing more than normal.It's just that Yuan Ying mistakenly pays a heartless scumbag by mistake, and both families regard this marriage as a marriage, so it doesn't necessarily count.

But now Feng Xiang has decided to propose marriage when he goes back.

"Ah, then I wish you two a happy union for a hundred years, and your son will be able to finish reading the "Wan Wen Jing" when he is ten years old." Song Chi smiled, just as a good friend telling him the good news.

He really forgot who Yuanying was. When he was in Madam Qicai's school, there were too many women who winked at him and asked for advice.It's just that the Song family's family precepts are strict, no concubines, no whoring/prostitution, no molesting women from good families, no unreasonable teasing with women other than their wives.

Feng Xiang wanted to pick him up from the ground and beat him up, damn the sun!I’m mocking your elder brother again when I was ten years old and couldn’t finish reading "Wan Wen Jing". Do you think that everyone like you Song can read "Four Seas Politics" at the age of eight?

"Don't worry, Yuanying and I are absolutely in love with each other, we will grow old forever, we will embrace each other three times in five years, and we will be full of children and grandchildren! But you," Feng Xiangju said condescendingly, "you will die alone forever, true love is hard to find!"

"First of all, the one about dying alone..."

Get out!Who wants to tell you the truth, curse, curse understand?Heaven has eyes!Come and rule someone Song with a ruthless character!

Feng Xiang left with a stomach full of anger.

Song Chi stayed where he was, not knowing what he was thinking.Congratulations to him, what's the problem?The name Yuanying sounds familiar, I forgot who it was...

Song Chi has a good memory, except for remembering people.If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it anymore. Anyway, Feng Xiang has always been like this, and it's not just a matter of a day or two for the two of them to meet each other.

Turn around and go back to the library, and start looking for books about dreams again.Everyone in the world knows that paper money is burned when sending money to the dead, and what is burned when sending money to the person in a dream?

Song Chi searched and found something new, so he had to give up.

The sad expression of the young man complaining of suffering was imprinted in his heart, even though his heart ached, he couldn't help it.

Song Chi has been dreaming recently. He can always dream that he is studying in a farm. The farm is extraordinary. There is a young man who has been farming, and there are talking and walking scarecrows.

This farm is surrounded by mountains and rivers, like a fairyland outside the world, and even the young man is also handsome, smart and straightforward.

After waking up from the dream, I searched for ancient books, thinking that I had encountered what the ancients called "Huangliang Dream".Ordinary yellow beam dreams can only be done once, but his yellow beam dreams have been done several times.Studying in Huang Liang's dream does not waste time in reality, so he dared to bet with his father.

Last time the boy rolled on the ground in pain, I don't know what's going on now...

Thinking of the boy, Song Chi's mouth curled up, he took out a pen and paper, dipped it in ink, and drew him according to the appearance in his memory.

Black lines on white paper, black hair hanging behind his head, thin body, slender waist and thin lips, skirts flying up and down in the fields, and a pair of smart eyes following his steps.

He should not forget such a person.

But looking through his memory, Song Chi couldn't find the scene where he had a relationship with the boy.Maybe he really drew a picture out of thin air in his dream... He will give the drawing to Feng Xiang some other day. This kid is jumping around, so he should be able to find someone.

Li Zhen.

Yuwan, the top and bottom of the National Teacher's Mansion have worked hard for several days for the illness of His Highness the National Teacher, devoting all their energy and money.When Nie Zhen wakes up, he can get out of bed and take a few steps. Dong Cha will show him the account books in the mansion.

The remaining silver was spent cleanly, not even one tael was left.

This is the result of Dongcha's talent in financial management, reducing expenses, and using private property to help the National Teacher's Office.

Otherwise, Nie Zhen would be the first national teacher of Da Chen since the founding of the country to be heavily in debt.

Nie Zhen looked at the system panel distressedly. He suffered a serious illness and spent two bottles of expensive potions. [Blessing of Fate] only had the last chance to use it.If you don't hurry up and do the task, you will be killed by this broken system sooner or later.

However, the most urgent task is to solve the financial problems of the National Teacher's Office.

The three of them sat side by side in the yard, and on the stone table was an account book that had no income and could not bear to look directly at.

Qianyue pressed down the Bingmei sword, frowned and asked, "Where is the ritual?"

"Since Di Peng died of illness four years ago, the Holy See has no leader, and the rituals have been collected and put into the treasury by the descendants of the Di family for the time being. After the collapse of the Di family, he will be the general leader of the Taigong Ministry."

"In today's imperial court structure, there are three divisions, one minister and one inspector. Dazai Lin Han, father of Empress Lin, brother of high priest Lin Su, has a high position, authority and seniority, and is now suspected by Gu Pingjin."

Nie Chen lightly tapped the table with his knuckles, and calmly analyzed.Dong Cha looked up at him in surprise, then quickly lowered his head. "Your Majesty is right."

Nie Zhen chuckled lightly, and continued: "Wang Shuo, Taiwen Master, is just a shrewd and self-interested villain. Recently, he has been trusted and reused by Gu Pingjin, but he is really not comparable to Lin Han back then. Taibing Commander Lu Ji, has no other strengths." He was loyal to Gu Pingjin, so he was able to take charge of the chariots and horses. The eunuch Fang Miao had more than integrity, but not enough cunning. And this Yang Ge..."

It is undoubtedly a terrifying thing to be able to explain the major events of the world and the merits of the officials without leaving home.Dong Cha listened carefully, and his evaluation of the new national teacher went up to a new level.Looking at Qianyue who was sitting on the other side, there was no surprise on his face, he must have known that although the national teacher is young, what he thinks should not be underestimated.

Nie Zhen mentioned Yang Ge from the Taigong Ministry, didn't say much, just shook his head and smiled wryly:

"I can't do anything about this person for the time being. It's not yet the next season to collect the god's gift. If you want to ask for the previous god's gift from him, why don't you think about other ways."

"Is this person difficult?"

"It's difficult."

Dong Cha thought about it carefully, and chose the important ones to say: "In addition to the divine rituals, logically, every local religious decree and even its divine mansions own a large area of ​​local land... part of the farm under the name of the National Teacher's Mansion was After the two aristocratic families have taken over, and the branches of the evil family and the first family have been cut off..."

When it came to the family, he carefully glanced at Nie Zhen, and saw that there was no difference in the other party, so he continued to speak with confidence:

"These farms are also in the hands of the imperial court. The rest are either occupied by the farmers or the ministers below, and the others have not been cultivated for half a year and have been abandoned."

Dong Cha has been a teacher for a long time. He used to be the subordinate of Suo Ya in Dongyang County, which is known as the capital of the Dachen Chamber of Commerce.

[Suoya, the one who is in charge of litigation and judging cases]

Almost all the local Suo Yamen are big landlords and have close contacts with chambers of commerce.And tomorrow, Da Suo Ya, Tan Ming, and other civil servants in Yuwan, the capital city, will move back to the National Teacher's Mansion according to the religious rules.

Nie Zhen rubbed his brow with a headache.

Could it be that he really wants to borrow money from the Minister of Education to tide over the difficulties as he thought at the beginning?Gu Pingjin is shameless and shameless, so he won't even be greedy for the next season's divine gifts...

"We're going to collect the debt!"

Nie Chen clenched his fists and hammered at the stone table.The dignified Master Chen Guo has no way to fight the autumn wind, and his family is poor. Right now, the only way is to collect debts.

It's justifiable, simple and rude.

Qianyue and Dongcha looked at each other and looked at each other.

Dong Cha swallowed a mouthful of saliva, widened his eyes, and looked at the imperial teacher who was eager to try:

"Ask who?"

"The unruly ones in the church."

Ordinarily, Gu Pingjin also owed him a lot of money, but unfortunately he couldn't get it back now.The new official took office three times, and he was almost out of food. Why are you being polite to those congregants who stealthily embezzle the church property?

"But Qi Fei and others are going to come to the door tomorrow, is there time?" The low-level teaching ministers live very scatteredly and cannot gather for a short time.

"Catch one family first, overcome tomorrow's difficulty, and then slowly rectify it." With the system in place, I am not afraid that I will not be able to survive under Gu Pingjin.

"If that family is resisted..." Dong Cha seemed to wake up suddenly, covered her mouth and smiled, knowing that she asked a stupid question.

With Qianyue Huo Lan and Shang Tongliang around for a while, a bully, a pervert, and a bum, what debt can't be paid?

"Which sheep is the closest to the National Teacher's Mansion?"

Dongcha rummaged through the pile of account books under his feet for a long time, and finally found out the exact result: "Gong, Gongxian Majin, Zhu Ting."

The development of the situation was too bizarre, and Dongcha's answer was a little weak.He found that he still underestimated the new national teacher.

"The hemp scarf of a county shoulders the heavy responsibility of educating the people of the county, does not devote all its energy to study "God's Picks", indulges in materialistic desires, and gets involved in the land of the Holy Court!" The crime of evil poison hurts a few sheep.

"Kill the chickens to warn the monkeys today, it's your own fault."

Qianyue nodded, and said with a smile: "It's up to you."

Nie Zhen smiled in satisfaction, circled the person's name with a red pen, and rolled up his sleeves: "This is the first order after I ascended the altar, you remember, and I will pass it on to the rest of the martial arts ministers in a while."

Qianyue and Dongcha listened intently, not daring to slack off.

"Fate! Qianyue, Huo Lan, Shang Tongliang, and the three of them will go to Gongxian County with the sect to investigate and investigate the local hemp towel's private embezzlement of the church's land property!" Nie Zhen will emphasize the word "investigation".

Gongxian County is a small county under the jurisdiction of the capital Yuwan. The population, business, and business are all far behind the capital city.Although they are at the foot of the imperial city, the people of Gong County have not enjoyed much blessing from His Majesty the Emperor.

In the county, Dongcheng District is the place where rich households and senior officials live together. If you go further east, you can see the most fertile stretches of fertile land in the county. It is estimated that there are about five or six hundred hectares.One hectare means [-] mu or [-] mu.

The Dachentian system is divided into north, south and middle. The northern and central areas are mostly calculated in mu, while the southern area is sparsely populated, with less paddy fields and black fields, and is calculated in hectares.Similarly, one hectare of land in the north and central part is [-] mu, and that in the south is [-] mu.

Even if calculated on the basis of fourteen mu, this piece of fertile land is extremely enviable.

There is also a local county school in Dongcheng District, which is close to the fertile land.In various places in Dachen, apart from the county schools run by the state religion, there are also some small private schools and village schools, but the scale and degree of formality are not the same as the county schools.

The owner of the fertile land is the county school Majin, and outsiders call him Mr. Zhu.

On this day in mid-April, he went out and returned, and found that the retainers who had been waiting at the door had not come out to greet him.

What happened?Zhu Ting was puzzled, took off the hemp towel that tied his hair and threw it to the driver, and walked into the very familiar house by himself.

The huge house was empty and there was no one there, and the surroundings were abnormally quiet.

When he entered the main hall, he realized that it was full of people. His retainers, maids, and bed-making girls were all crowded together, either drooping and crying, or obediently refusing to look at him.

"Father!" The eldest son of the Zhu family struggled and cried out, and the Ya acupoint was pressed again by the person behind him, and he calmed down.

"Mr. Zhu is back."

Zhu Ting knew that something was wrong with him, his legs and feet were weak, and he almost fainted, when a clear and youthful voice came to his ears.

The dense crowd made a gap, and the owner of the voice came out of the gap and came to him.

Indeed a boy.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he was wearing an over-mature and dignified black robe, embroidered with black gold and red dragon and snake patterns on it, long black hair draped on the back, partly knotted, and a blood moon on his right ear.

As for the young man's handsome face, Zhu Ting no longer cared about it.

Blood Moon!

As the Majin of the county under the capital, he had witnessed the grand ceremony of the former national teacher's first Peng ascending to the altar 11 years ago.That grand scene, with countless majestic and solemn ministers of the Holy See, was deeply imprinted in his memory.

In the entire Zhu Mansion, no one understands the meaning of that little round of blood-colored jade better than him.In the entire Blood Cult, how many people dare to wear the Blood Moon?

No matter which one, he can't afford to offend.When did I provoke such a big Buddha?

The young man was smiling and greeting him, but Zhu Ting was trembling all over, and couldn't speak clearly:

"You...you..."

The young man smiled, and the next sentence made the other party feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, feeling deeply that a catastrophe was imminent.

"Mr. Zhu, take off the towel in broad daylight. Do you feel that the current educational affairs are somewhat unbearable?"

This is a proper way to find fault! ! !

Zhu Ting couldn't help shaking his body, and he justified himself: "I'm just, I'm just..." He had an idea: "My lord, my towel was accidentally blown away by the wind!"

The coachman had settled his horse, and happened to come to the front hall at this time, and while trotting, he shouted: "My lord—! Your burlap—!"