Shen Tang had beautiful thoughts at that moment.
But the moment the words fell—
She didn't feel good at all!
The long-lost cultural atmosphere of the Dan Mansion made her legs go weak. If Chu Yao and Qi Shan, who were her "friends of life and death" and "three lives for one corpse", had not noticed and taken action at the same time, it would probably take less than two hours for rumors such as "The God of Spring is angry and Shen Jun was punished by God during the spring plowing and sacrificial ceremony" to spread all over Fu Gu.
Shen Tang: “…”
Qishan: “…”
Chu Yao: “…”
They really didn't expect that the Spring Plowing Sacrifice would cause such a mess. Why did the Lord lose control of his spirit? ?
The two were puzzled.
But there is one thing they know.
This time, the out-of-control Word Spirit needed a huge amount of literary energy to support it. The two of them alone were not enough. Fortunately, Fu Gu's makeshift team didn't have much else, but they had enough high-quality literary talents. Gu Chi and Kang Shi also helped when they saw that the situation was not right.
Zhao Feng, who was watching the sacrificial ceremony, said: "???"
Spring ploughing ceremony...
Is there still this link
Zhao Feng was a little confused. He had followed his two masters and had seen spring ploughing sacrifices of different sizes. He could honestly say that this was not as grand as the clan villages in some developed areas. The process was similar, but he had never seen a spring ploughing sacrifice related to five scholars of literary talent.
Several veteran officials in the back row were also trembling with fear, their wrinkled faces showing panic and tension - if something went wrong in the spring plowing and sacrificial ceremonies, and if the God of Spring was angered, there would be drought and famine in the coming year.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Yu Zi looked at the figure in front of her nervously.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Lin Feng's body was stiff beside him.
When I raised my eyes, I could see the taut flesh on her cheeks.
After shouting two or three times, Lin Feng came back to his senses.
She just remembered that she needed to breathe, and she greedily breathed in fresh air through her mouth and nose. She whispered to Yu Zi: "Shennong made the plow and hoe to benefit the world; Yao ordered his four sons to teach the people the time; Shun ordered Houji to make food the first priority of government..."
Yu Zi: “…”
Although she had been taking tutoring classes day and night, and Mr. Kang Shi gave her some small lessons from time to time, cultural knowledge was not something that could be improved in a short period of time. She didn't quite understand what Lin Feng said, so she asked, "What do you mean?"
Lin Feng replied: "Qimin wants a section from the technique."
Yu Zi knew about "Qimin Yaoshu".
Lin Feng has several large boxes.
I carry a copy with me every day and recite and ponder it.
There were even some days when she could be heard mumbling in her sleep late at night about the contents of "Qimin Yaoshu". At the same time, she had to take care of other work. Yu Zi felt tired just watching her, but at the same time, she admired this girl who was a few years younger than herself.
At the same time, I was greatly encouraged and was eager to join in.
It's just that she doesn't understand.
What does this have to do with the present
While everyone's attention was focused on Lang Jun and his companions, Lin Feng asked Yu Zi in confusion, "... Just now, I seemed to hear a strange voice muttering these words in my ear. I was clearly stunned for a few breaths, but..."
However, the several volumes of "Qimin Yaoshu" that she had chewed over repeatedly appeared clearly in her mind. The previously obscure parts suddenly became clear, and the content that she had not yet memorized was clearly imprinted in her mind. Even the little literary talent that she had cultivated with great effort surged.
If the original reserves of literary energy were put together, they could not fill a small wine glass, but now they are as big as a ceramic bowl!
Yu Zi was puzzled.
She didn't feel anything unusual.
Except for Lin Feng, everyone else is pretty normal.
No, there is one more person.
Bai Su, who had rarely changed into a plain dress, seemed to sense something, and looked up at the clear blue sky. Before she noticed, Gong Shuwu, Zhao Feng, and the most powerful warriors under Zhao Feng raised their heads, followed by Li Li. As a warrior with a mysterious intuition, he sensed something in his heart—
There is something in the sky!
"It's raining?"
"Is it really raining?"
Such a voice came from the crowd.
Bai Su opened her right hand and placed it in front of her forehead to feel it.
The whispers were so dense that if you didn't pay attention you wouldn't be able to sense them, but it was indeed raining, right after Shen Jun used the Word Spirit during the sacrifice. Bai Su murmured, "Is this to summon the wind and rain?"
The scale is not as large as expected.
As far as she knew, the literati could use the words of the spirit to summon strong winds, floods, and fog on the battlefield, and could also summon flames to set the prairie on fire, which was comparable to supernatural powers. The scene was grand and the lethality was strong, so it was not surprising that Shen Jun could summon heavy rain.
However, the rain was barely even a drizzle.
Not to mention the lethality.
There was no strong wind, thunder or lightning to help.
It lasted less than thirty breaths before disappearing.
But the people didn't know that the same rain also appeared in other places in Heyin. The common people just looked at the sun in confusion, and then did what they had to do. They were too lazy to even go back to get their hats and raincoats.
You can tell at first glance that this rain is useless.
On the other side, Shen Tang, Chu Yao and the other two looked like drowning people who had struggled to get ashore when they were exhausted. Their faces were pale, their breathing was sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, and their eyes were filled with deep fear and relief at surviving the disaster.
Oh my god, I almost got drained.
Gu Chi covered his chest and took out the medicine bottle and drank two pills. He was weak and had to carry these life-saving pills with him. He felt alive only after swallowing the saliva. He gritted his teeth in anger and amusement, squeezing out words from between his teeth.
"What did the lord do again?"
He had thought that this kind of word spirit that required a large amount of literary energy to activate without taking the consequences would never appear again.
I pray that you will be kind to me, Lord Fei.
But this lord also has subordinates.
Shen Tang, who was being targeted by four people, looked confused and innocent, as if he had been wrongly accused: "What can I do? I didn't do anything honestly! I didn't use any spiritual words! I just said 'Spring—'..."
As soon as one word came out, Shen Tang was silenced.
Four people: “…”
Shen Tang felt like the veins on his forehead were jumping wildly!
Explained: "I just sincerely wished so in my heart, I really didn't deliberately mobilize the literary spirit!"
The more she explained, the more guilty she felt.
The more guilty you feel, the lower your voice will be.
Well, after careful review, it seems to be her fault.
It seems that the words have been successful.
But what about her “autumn harvest of ten thousand seeds”
Gu Chi chuckled: "Maybe we have to wait until autumn."
Turned into “ten thousand seeds”
Just think about it and you will know it is impossible.
The essence of the Word Spirit Object is to transform the civil or martial energy from the energy of heaven and earth into a physical object. Generally, it only has the appearance of the object, but in essence it is still the energy of heaven and earth. Its existence is quite unstable.
This characteristic is also the main reason why the warhorse, armor, and weapons that a Wudan warrior transforms can only be used by himself. Otherwise, if the Wudan warrior is exploited to the utmost, and is forced to transform objects continuously for twelve hours, he can equip thousands of troops in a few months.
When fighting and running out of ammunition and food, they can still slaughter war horses to satisfy their hunger.
Our predecessors have thought about exploiting loopholes and fixing bugs, but they all failed, and over time, inertial thinking has formed.
Shen Tang is so special—
Gu Chi also thought it was related to her way of princes.
After all, his talent in farming is so weak that it is useless to fight a war head-on. It would be unreasonable not to give him some special treatment.
Upon hearing this, Shen Tang's face was filled with disdain - he had sucked out so many literary words, and this was the result
That’s it
It was all in vain that she was looking forward to it!
This episode did not receive much attention.
In order to prevent the spring ploughing ceremony from turning from a "surprise" into a "shock", Shen Tang followed the steps diligently and meticulously, cooperating with the oxen to plow the land, sow seeds, and plow the entire acre carefully. At the beginning, his posture was a little stiff, and it was obvious that he was posing for the photo, but he soon mastered it.
He looks no worse than an old farmer with rich farming experience.
By the end, she could hardly straighten her back.
"Farm work is really hard." Shen Tang's calves were covered with dark-colored mud. Lin Feng brought her a water bag. She opened the water bag and poured some water in it, rubbed off the mud, and looked at the busy farmers in the distance with emotion, "Eating a meal is more tiring than fighting a war."
Lin Feng smiled and said, "After all, 'every grain of rice is hard-earned'."
The fear is that after working hard I still won’t have enough to eat, or even starve to death.
If they can get enough food through hard work, countless common people will be happy to do so.
Shen Tang keenly noticed that the fluctuations of the spiritual energy around Lin Feng seemed to be much stronger than before: "Another breakthrough?"
Lin Feng was not sure: "It seems so?"
"What do you mean by seem?"
Shen Tang had never experienced the process of developing literary energy from nothing to condensing literary mind, so she lacked experience in this area, and she was not sure about Lin Feng's condition. Chu Yao was not here at the moment, as he went to get the meat that had been sacrificed to the God of Spring and would be divided up later.
Lin Feng replied: "It's just that there is a feeling that I can't explain... It's like there's a screen, a curtain, or window paper between us... I can vaguely feel it..." Shen Tang didn't urge him and slowly stopped rubbing the mud on his calves.
"My dear, I feel like if I stand in the field and mobilize my spiritual energy, the seeds sleeping in the soil beneath my feet will respond to me... they are talking!" This feeling is so wonderful that Lin Fengmin couldn't come up with an accurate description no matter how hard he tried.
But there was one thing she was very clear about.
Lin Feng said seriously: "When I can truly communicate with them, Wen Xin will be accomplished!"
Yes!
That is the opportunity for me to concentrate my literary spirit.
Shen Tang looked at Lin Feng with satisfaction, who had grown taller and more beautiful in the past few months. She felt a little relieved that her daughter had grown up. She encouraged him in a gentle voice, "In that case, you should break through it and break your teacher's record."
Lin Feng was almost scared away when he heard this.
"Teacher, how can I dare to think of such a standard?"
It is not easy to gather literary spirit.
It is usually nine points of strength plus one point of luck, neither of which can be missing. As powerful as the three heroes of Chu State, it took one two years and the other one ten months to achieve the second-grade upper Wenxin. The former was not very lucky and tried four times to condense it before he succeeded.
For other scholars of literary talent, the time is usually between two and four years, and it is not uncommon for them to condense their thoughts five, six, seven or eight times.
It has been more than four months since Lin Feng started studying.
break in
Impossible.
“What’s the difference between having no dreams and being a salted fish?”
Dreaming is not illegal and does not require tax.
While he was talking, Chu Yao had already had the meat brought over - the offering to the God of Spring was two pigs, well, they were also raised by Shen Tang. The pigs that were given as prizes for the sports meet had already been divided up, and the warriors were all amazed at how fat the pork was.
One person tells ten people, ten people tell a hundred people.
The common people all firmly believed that the pigs raised by Shen Tang were the king of pigs, so good that even gods would smile with joy after tasting them. All the officials in the government office were eagerly waiting, wondering how much meat they would get.
Shen Tang: “…”
This part is really a nightmare for people with social phobia.
Fortunately, she was prepared.
It is divided directly based on the performance of a group of officials last year.
Chu Yao and his four companions and Gong Shuwu occupied the top five.
Shen Tang distributed the most tender and juicy parts of the pig to them. Each person got a different part, but the weight was about the same after a few cuts. Thinking of the sweet and sour spareribs, he divided them into two skewers. Then he distributed them to other native officials.
Although these people were mediocre in ability, they worked diligently in their positions and did everything Shen Tang ordered them to do. They could not be faulted on the surface and were qualified screws. Shen Tang gave them the meat of lower quality.
Different weights of livestock meat are distributed according to performance.
Of course, not much.
Just make a stir-fry dish to try something new.
After one round of division, Shen Tang's forehead was sweating. He felt like a worker in a slaughterhouse instead of a county magistrate.
Even Lin Feng and his friends who were working part-time got some, enough to make soup. The two pigs were divided up like this.
Oh, and left half a pork chop for Zhao Feng and the others.
"how?"
Shen Tang looked at Chu Yao and the others and asked them.
This is my first time doing this and I’m afraid I’ll mess it up.
"My Lord..."
I don’t know if it’s Shen Tang’s illusion.
Gu Chi's complexion seemed to be much better than before
Shen Tang was worried: "What happened?"
Gu Chi sighed and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."
It's not easy to talk in public.
Shen Tang: “???”
The other three people had similar reactions.
Oh, I missed Gong Shuwu.
He was covering his nose, with glaring blood flowing out from between his fingers, and his cheeks were strangely flushed.
Shen Tang was even more confused when he saw it.
What's the matter
What's wrong
He was holding on because of his vigorous blood.
As mentioned before, being an official or a general is beneficial for men of letters and warriors. Even if most of the day is taken up by government and military affairs, leaving almost no time for personal cultivation, their cultivation speed is still much faster than others.
Because the owner of the Seal of Allegiance can gain literary and military luck, which can also help the literary and brave men to improve their strength, and it is easier to absorb, and it also saves the trouble and risk of boring and hard training but getting half the result with twice the effort...
In addition, there are many hidden benefits.
This is the charm of a stable job.
Of course, it is not ruled out that there are people who are willing to work for free and act like a crazy 007, just for their ideals, to practice their own "morality", for the people of the world, and for world peace... But after all, only a minority of people work for love, and the majority of people in this world are ordinary people.
Shen Tang had just divided the livestock meat.
At the same time, the literary fortune and military fortune are also separated.
The moment it was divided into two parts, the Dan Palace, which was originally empty, was instantly filled up, and the liquid that could not be filled blocked the meridians.
Chu Yao and the others were fine, as they had already "lost weight" before receiving Wen Yun. But Gong Shuwu was in a miserable state. His martial energy surged, his blood rushed up, and his nose bled profusely, soon wetting his palms.
Shen Tang: “…”
Suddenly I thought of something and my heart skipped a beat.
"Oh no, didn't Zhao Feng notice it?"
Gu Chi shook his head: "The righteous lord is Wu Zhaode."
Shen Tang felt relieved after hearing this.
She didn't want to expose herself too early.
If so...
Zhao Feng either stays here now or stays here forever!
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