The next day, Ling Qingyu took Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi to wander around the village and the fields as promised, letting them chat with people on their own, while he went about his own affairs.
"This is truly a paradise." Sitting under the big tree in the field, Wang Xuanzhi sighed.
The ears of rice in the field were almost fully mature, and the eyes were full of golden color. Cheng Jia also sat on the ground like Wang Xuanzhi.
Everyone has their own fields, and they can exchange extra food and cloth with the village for extra needed items. All living and production materials are provided by the village, that is, the Ling family. The villagers regularly serve the public land of the Ling family, and children have books. Read, men and women have their own duties, no one can be lazy, excess work will inevitably bring excess income, the Ling family provides protection, and villagers are free to take one-tenth of the output of the field as tax.
The terrain here is superior, there are few disasters, and the water conservancy system is perfect. Everyone has enough food and clothing in three seasons of the year. If you work for the Ling family factory, you can get extra money, so why not make people yearn for it.
"Are you here?" Su Ce ran over from the ridge and called.
"What's the matter?" Wang Xuanzhi got up and asked.
"It's nothing. I just finished my work. I went to see you, but I didn't see anyone." Su Ce also sat on the ground next to Cheng Jia and said.
"How, here?" Su Ce asked.
"Everything here comes from Mr. Zhu?" Wang Xuanzhi asked.
"I thought so too at first, but unfortunately, Mr. Zhu said that the foundation here was built by Mr. Ling, and he just perfected the details." Su Ce sighed: "A woman, who did what we scholars want to do! It's something you can't do."
"It's also because the place here is small. If it was in Dazhou, it would be impossible," Ling Qingyu said with a smile as he stood behind them, "But it's worth eating a few more bowls of rice if you can get Su's words!"
Su Ce didn't expect her to be there, so he blushed and said, "Why can't we do it in Da Zhou?"
"Because of selfish desire." Ling Qingyu leaned on the tree, looked at the refreshing scenery, and said: "Actually, I just mentioned a concept here, and the rest were done by Mr. Zhu, Song Yu, Chucheng and A Gong. Because of the local It is not big and there are not many people. There is no conflict of interest between everyone, so everything can be maintained. But the Great Zhou is different. For example, even if the Great Zhou has a lot of wild land, will the imperial court give those who go to open up the wasteland completely? What about the freedom? No, once the land comes out, there will naturally be big clans using various means to invade and occupy, with government authority and force, how can ordinary people be opponents, the social system is unbalanced, the economy does not allow it, and the upper class Absolute control over the lower class will not allow such a society to exist. It will take thousands of years to achieve a large-scale liberal democracy."
"But hasn't the Ling family already done it?" Su Ce asked.
Ling Qingyu chuckled, and said: "It's just now. When time passes, those children grow up, and some people's selfish desires start to expand. Once the balance is broken, it will be different."
"It can be prevented." Su Ce said unwillingly.
"Well, we can try our best to improve the system so that this situation can continue as long as possible." Ling Qingyu stretched his waist and said, "But no matter how perfect the system is, it can't withstand the invasion of people's hearts and time. I can What I can’t do is to do it where and when I can, and I can’t control it no matter how far away.”
"Hearing what you said, it's useless for us to do anything?" Wang Xuanzhi frowned slightly.
"How can it be useless?" Ling Qingyu smiled and said, "You are the backbone of this world. You can be the framers of the system and the executors. The changes in history are accumulated by small changes. And these small changes depend on you scholars and officials, of course, it is useless for the emperor not to rush to kill the eunuch."
"You already have your own little kingdom here, have you ever thought of establishing a country by yourself?" Cheng Jia asked with deep eyebrows.
"Ha, I won't do that kind of stupid thing!" Ling Qingyu opened his hands and made a gesture to embrace the air, and said: "Do you know what is the most tiring thing in this world? It is to be the king, the emperor, I am lazy, and I can do my best to help others, but the premise is that I have spare energy. If you want me to spend all my time and energy on it, wouldn’t it be too embarrassing? I have a guilty conscience to be a stupid king. If you are a wise monarch, you will be exhausted. So, this is just a stronghold of the Ling family, where everyone lives. This world is so vast, why should I trap myself to death in one place?"
"What about Yang Zhao?" Cheng Jia asked, ignoring Su Ce's eyes, staring at her.
"Speaking of this." Ling Qingyu squatted down, put his elbows on his knees and put his hands on his chin, and said: "Look, I am so kind to you, can you two young masters do me a favor and persuade the court to Let Yang Zhao retire."
Su Ce laughed straight away, seeing Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi's faces froze, and said, "This is what she has always wanted to do. The thing we are most worried about is that General Yang will be killed by you."
"If Yang Zhao resigns from the official position, won't you go back to Dazhou again?" Cheng Jia asked with a sullen face.
Ling Qingyu stood up and walked along the ridge to another spice field. A distant voice followed the fragrance and said, "Didn't you play the fisherman's quiz? Everyone has his own ambition."
On the harvest day, with the help of more than 4,000 people, and the new machinery from Zhoutan Huangjing (researched with reference to Mohist classics), a lively harvesting activity was carried out in the vast fields of Lingjia Village.
"Sister!" Ye Shiyi held Ling Qingyu's cut hand and poured powder on it, complaining: "Can you stop coming down again!" After cutting a row of rice, he cut three of them on his own hand. A hole, is this cutting rice or meat
"Exercise is good for your health, it doesn't matter if you have a small hole." Ling Qingyu coaxed him.
"Yeah." Ye Shiyi brought a bamboo basket to her from the side, and said, "Here, picking rice ears with those children is also a sport."
"Okay." After taking the basket, Ling Qingyu rubbed his head and said, "Then you can handle it alone! We made a bet with Hua Qingyuan and his family. If you lose, you have to give Their family is a door-to-door son-in-law."
"Sister! You are doing such a boring thing again!" Ye Shiyi shouted.
Ling Qingyu had already covered her mouth and ran to a group of children, and followed them to learn how to pick ears of rice.
Ye Shiyi's face darkened again and again. He put down the sickle, drew the long sword from his waist, took a deep breath, and saw the light of the sword was like lightning, brushing the rice in that field, and shaved it into a bald head.
The farmers on both sides were dumbfounded at first, then stood up and applauded together.
Returning the long sword to its sheath, Ye Shishi said to the family of three standing in a daze on the ridge of the field: "It's done! If you ask my sister to do such a stupid thing next time, I will make your family's necks look like this! Did you hear me!"
The three of them nodded hurriedly, and when Ye Shiyi left angrily, Hua Qingyuan said to his daughter, "My dear girl, you should give up."
The girl's eye circles were red but she couldn't stop her eyes shining like stars and said: "Brother Eleven is so handsome!"
The little girl picking up the ears of rice, walking barefoot on the field ridge, with a wild chrysanthemum on her head, and a small bamboo basket on her arm, la la la...
Humming a ditty, Ling Qingyu happily followed the children to find ears of rice in the field.
There was a chuckle from the side, Ling Qingyu turned his head, and Cheng Jia, who was dressed in farm clothes, was also picking up rice ears in a bamboo basket.
"Where did you get the clothes?" Ling Qingyu turned his head and asked in a low voice.
"In exchange, a family member wanted to write a couplet. I wrote it for him. I borrowed this shirt to wear for a few days." Cheng Jia also replied in a low voice.
Ling Qingyu stared and hated iron and steel and said: "You prodigal son! You want to find me instead! I will give you a discount, and I can borrow you for a few more days!"
Cheng Jia laughed so hard that her wounds ached, she held her stomach and coughed twice, and said, "If you like my handwriting, I will write ten pictures for you when I get back."
"Really!" Ling Qingyu's eyes lit up immediately, money is hard to come by! That's right, he hurriedly said again: "Well, if you draw a picture, you need Wang Xuanzhi's inscription."
"You don't want to sell it, do you?" Cheng Jia looked at her helplessly and smiled.
"Of course not, collection! It's definitely a collection now!" Ling Qingyu raised his hand to the sky to make an oath, and then said: "After you both pass away, it will be worth money, and it will be a big inheritance for my daughter. .”
Cheng Jia remembered what Xie Sanlang said to Ling Qingyu's brat, don't think that the boss is capable, she is just a profiteer in the eyes of money! Laughed out loud again.
After the rice was harvested, it was the season to harvest the spices. Ling Qingyu generously took the two of them to see the spice harvesting scene in the deep mountains.
Wang Xuanzhi's injury was completely healed, but Cheng Jia's injury was still not healed, and it took some effort for the two of them to climb the mountain.
But after seeing the stretches of forests, the organized and large-scale collectors, and the people who planted new saplings nearby, I forgot to breathe again.
In the past, the supply of spices was tight, because the spices were all wild, and they were collected occasionally by the indigenous people, so the output was of course limited. Although these trees are wild now, they are organized and large-scale, and in the Collect as much as possible without causing damage to the tree. With such a scale, are you afraid that the output will not be enough
"What kind of spices do you like? Tell me, and I will give it to you." Ling Qingyu said generously. Although they are collectively referred to as spices, there are actually distinctions. For example, medicinal herbs and seasonings are only used for fragrance.
Cheng Jia put his hand on Wang Xuanzhi's shoulder, borrowed his strength, and climbed up to a rock. The terrain here is high. Although the forest is dense, you can still see some scenery below the mountain.
The vast fields are dotted with various plants. After the rice fields are harvested, various other crops are planted, including seasonings, spices, herbs, and vegetables.
"Don't be jealous of me!" Ling Qingyu laughed.
"It's impossible not to be jealous, give me more pepper." Cheng Jia said.
"You are too black-hearted, you haven't drawn the painting you promised me yet!" Ling Qingyu replied.
"I'll draw for you when I get back."
"really?"
"really!"
Back in the village, Ling Qingyu politely asked Cheng Jia to draw in his yard, so that he could directly dry it and then frame it.
Cheng Jia chose a large piece of rice paper, there is nothing you can't find in Lingjia Village.
After thinking about it for a while, Cheng Jia wrote like a god, and with just a few strokes, he drew the scenery of Lingjia Village seen on the mountain. Because it is ink and wash, it has more elegance.
Then Cheng Jia changed to a fine brush and began to paint in detail.
When Ling Qingyu turned around and came back, he put down his pen and said with a smile, "It's done?" He hurriedly ran to see it.
The familiar scenery of Lingjia Village, the distant mountains are like Daisy, and the fields are far away. There are many people standing or standing in the small square at the entrance of the village. A woman in the middle seems to be playing tricks. Many people were leisurely leaning on the tree, some were watching jokes, some were watching the surroundings vigilantly, and many young people were scurrying around. Under the big tree, there were two corners of their clothes sitting and playing chess. On the ridge not far away, a few people in armor were walking.
Ling Qingyu was stunned for a while, the circles of his eyes became slightly hot, he looked up at Cheng Jia who was washing his hands, and said sincerely: "Tomorrow I will go to Sanfo Temple, I will take you there."
"Okay." Cheng Jia lowered his head and washed his hands, and replied.