Chapter 148 The old man of the Chen family

With Huaqian Mountain in a mess, the craftsmen and laborers of the Li family who had been idle for several years finally had a place to release, and the surplus population of each town also had a flow. Suddenly, it became full of vitality, and people poured into the ruins of Huaqian Mountain at the foot of it. A large number of craftsmen began to build and construct.

The entire Qingwu mineral vein has fallen into the territory of the Li family, and the formation plates left by the Lu family are still being used. It is just that there are no monks from the Lu family to mix in randomly. The mine no longer has to raise a group of idlers who have nothing to do, eat, drink and have fun, and the efficiency is high. It has improved a lot.

The Lu family did not pay attention to people's livelihood, and there were so many tragedies in the villages at the foot of Huaqian Mountain. When the news came back, the residents of the towns were greatly moved. The theater troupe in the town chose a few examples to play, sing and adapt them. The opera house was packed with people and all the seats were occupied. , even Li Xuanxuan quietly watched half of the show, smiled and shook his head and left.

With this comparison, the affluent life that the residents of the four towns were currently tired of suddenly became interesting again. With ICBC in their pockets, the men felt confident in speaking, and various industries became prosperous. Everything was on the rise. To develop in a good direction.

There are already over a hundred thousand townspeople in the land of two mountains, and there are over a thousand infants and young children every year. One or two people with spiritual orifices can be found, but most of these people are not very talented, and they are not as good as absorbing a few people. Most of the Li family's bloodline, who have had spiritual acupoints for ten years, have been integrated into the Li family and sent to various towns to visit the spiritual fields.

The newly fallen snow covered the entire mountain. Li Xuanxuan went up the mountain happily carrying a bag of spiritual rice and quickly entered the yard. When Li Tongya finished drawing the talisman in his hand, he went up to him with a smile and said respectfully. :

"Father Zhong, this is the first batch of yellow jade rice this year, a total of seventy kilograms."

Yellow jade spiritual rice is a newly added offering after the Li family became a Qi-training family. The price is four to five times that of ordinary spiritual rice. It is more troublesome to plant. Not only do you need to apply spiritual rain frequently, but you also have to comb the earth veins from time to time. If there is fetal breath, It would take five or six monks on the first level of the Xuanjing Wheel to look after a spiritual field, and it would take at least five monks on the fifth level of the Yujing Wheel to plant it alone.

"good."

Li Tongya nodded, took the bag and took a look. Each piece of spiritual rice was yellow and shiny like jade, full of spiritual energy. He couldn't help but smile:

"As expected of a Qi-training monk, this spiritual energy is really abundant."

"My Li family now has to hand over three hundred kilograms of yellow jade spiritual rice and two thousand kilograms of ordinary spiritual rice every five years. The rest of the miscellaneous medicine refining auxiliary materials are easy. Just send some fetal breath monks to plant these two kinds of rice. You have to make arrangements for the spiritual rice!"

"Father Zhong, don't worry!"

Li Xuanxuan cupped his hands and said in a deep voice:

"Now that we have Huaqian Mountain, I have sent people to plant it. Our Li family can now produce 450 kilograms of yellow jade rice and more than 3,000 kilograms of ordinary rice every five years, which is more than enough."

Li Tongya took out another piece of talisman paper, thought for a few moments, and replied:

"Just one thing to pay attention to, try to let those monks with less talent and lower cultivation level to plant these spiritual rice together. The monks of Yu Jing Lun should not let him spend time on planting anymore, and go and learn the talisman." Techniques...or strive to break through and practice qi, you have to grasp the right balance, don't make everyone think it's too unfair, and don't make it too fair."

"The child knows."

Li Xuanxuan nodded, turned sideways and whispered:

"My nephew has been in charge of the family for many years now. A monk with ordinary talent can't break through Yujing in his life even if he uses ordinary fetal breathing techniques. My nephew knows how to arrange it."

"Um."

Li Tongya put away the painted talisman and asked:

"Where's Feng'er?"

"I have taken my savings to the county to build a magic weapon. I have been there for three days and have not returned yet."

After Li Xuanxuan answered, he saw Li Tongya smiled and said softly:

"Seclusion for so long has bored him out, so let him have some fun."

Li Xuanxuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and whispered:

"Father Zhong, we have news from the Chen family. The old man of the Chen family, Chen Erniu, went there last night!"

Li Tongya paused for a moment. The tea bowl he just picked up in his hand was not brought to his mouth. He put it back on the table. He sighed lowly and replied:

"It's inevitable... the old man is also the backbone of the family decades ago. He does things beautifully and has a clean family tradition, which is rare. He is also related to my family by marriage. Come and see it with me."

Seeing Li Xuanxuan nodding, Li Tongya looked complicated and sighed. Unknowingly, the older generation had become depressed. Li Mutian, Liu Linfeng, Li Chengfu, Chen Erniu... He was almost becoming the oldest person in the generation.

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The biting cold wind followed the aftershocks of the mountains and entered Lijing Town, and white snowflakes flew directly into people's faces. The cold made the faces of the children playing on the street turn red, but they were still chattering away in discussion.

"Brother Pingyi Clan, Uncle Xie Wen is the head of this town. Most of the monks from the Yue Clan went to Huaqian Mountain. Did your father tell you what happened?"

This group of children either had the surname of Li Ye or were from in-law families. They were dressed in cotton-padded clothes and surrounded the boy in the middle. They all stretched their heads and looked at him. Li Pingyi in the middle glanced at everyone and shouted:

"My father said it! There are three villages at the foot of Huaqian Mountain. The population is only over 5,000. Now they have received orders from the mountain and have established their own towns. This trip is to gather and explore the spiritual fields."

Li Pingyi is the eldest son of Li Xiewen and the grandson of Li Yesheng. He seems to be quite smart. Now that the Yuan generation has not yet matured, and Li Yuanxiu is a peaceful person who does not like to move, he has become the king of children. Very proud.

"Then this...ah! He's from the clan's official residence!"

The children wanted to ask more questions, but two groups of clan soldiers rushed out from both sides and trampled all the snowdrifts in the street. When they saw these children, some people turned around and went to report back.

For a moment, a group of children were so frightened that they shouted and dispersed. Li Pingyi, who was in the middle of the group of children, was pushed and pushed, and fell to his knees with a plop. Li Pingyi was hit until stars appeared in his eyes, and he muttered:

"Don't run! Don't run! You fathers and uncles have taught you bad things... Oh, don't crowd! They are catching those who are indolent and domineering... We are just children, what's the point of running away!"

Before Li Pingyi finished speaking, all the children in the street had dispersed. When Li Pingyi got up, the street was empty. He looked at the extra pair of brown animal skin boots in front of him and said without thinking:

"My father, Li Xiewen! I don't know who you are..."

Who would have thought that there was silence all around, and the clan soldiers all around couldn't help laughing. Li Pingyi slowly raised his head, and suddenly saw Li Xiewen's stunned and angry look. He was horrified in his heart and said mournfully:

"Father! How did you find yourself here!"

Li Xiewen stared at him fiercely, and felt very funny in his heart, but he still kept a straight face and pretended to be angry and cursed:

"Damn it! You are doing this kind of thing to me outside while holding my sign. I will settle the score with you when I get back! Come with me now."

Li Xiewen looks stern on the surface, but in fact he is very satisfied with his child from the bottom of his heart. After all, he was much duller than him when he was so old. He would make Li Ye so angry that he would curse his mother all day long. If it weren't for several of his brothers who were more stupid than him. Stupid, it may not be him who is following Li Xuanxuan now.

Li Yesheng and Li Xiangping went into and out of Shanyue together, and lived and died together. Li Xiewen assisted Li Xuanxuan in managing the affairs of the four towns and two mountains. Although he married a woman with a spiritual acuity as his wife, the child was found to have no spiritual acuity years ago. Li Xiewen I have planned the future path for Li Pingyi in my heart. Naturally, I will follow Li Yuanxiu and follow the footsteps of my ancestors and father...

Li Pingyi, who was on the ground, followed behind him, staring at the white clothes on his body in panic, rolling his eyes, and whispered:

"Whoever dies will cause a big battle."

Li Xiewen nodded approvingly, very satisfied with the child's cleverness, and said seriously:

"An elder of the Chen family, the earliest head of the town, has some relationship with those on the mountain. Please be more serious. This funeral is grand, don't let me lose face."