"The twelve trees of the gloomy yellow intestines, the beams of the ancient temples, and the thunder-hitting peach and date trees, each of which has been transported to the fore.

Zhao Shu stood by the river bank, watching the soldiers bring thick wood ashore, Jiang Ru held the book next to her and said, "Jiang Ru just now sent someone to come. They said that the place where the mandala was arranged had been cleaned and could pass by at any time."

"Yes." Zhao Shu replied casually.

Jiang Ru continued: "Originally, the magistrate of Boyang County wanted to come to the dock to pay a visit, but I said you didn't like to come and see him off, so I refused. He sent two maids, as well as a box of women's jewelry and plain shiny robe, and I also left behind."

Zhao Shu had a strange expression: "What did he give these things?"

Jiang Ru smiled faintly: "That was given to me. Seeing that I was always by your side, these county magistrates put their thoughts on me. The plain gauze robe is as thin as a cicada's wings. After putting it on, the skin appears and adds to the fun of the boudoir."

Zhao Shu shook her head: "Bored."

"You can't say that," Jiang Ru said: "The area of ​​Shangling County is rich in silk and silk. In the local rich manors, there are thousands of loom brocades, which are also considered local specialties. Moreover, when people see you and I come and go, they naturally regard me as your concubine."

Zhao Shu said: "If you feel uncomfortable, I can arrange for you to go somewhere else."

"I'm not the kind of daughter who is afraid of showing up." Jiang Ru smiled calmly: "And without me, you will be distracted from all kinds of choreography. It would be bad if the rituals were not properly handled by then. As for how others view it, I will not care about it for a long time."

Zhao Shu nodded and said nothing. Jiang Ru is not a weak woman, so she doesn't need to comfort herself too much.

After counting the required spiritual materials, Zhao Shu came to the place where the mandala was about to be arranged. This place is located in the northeast of the county town, and there are also several wells nearby.

Where the earth's veins and qi are generated is not entirely in remote wilderness. It is better to say that the place where ordinary people in the world live is not arbitrary choice. The water flow can be seen by the naked eye, and ordinary people will also have subtle responses to the earth's veins and qi, and they are not completely unaware of it.

However, when ordinary people live in daily life, they will seep into the ground with filth and filth. Over time, even the land of clear and blessed will be infected, blocking the qi orifices and wasting the Shangjialing point.

Zhao Shu went north and found several spiritual places that were destroyed by ordinary people. The surrounding earth veins were blocked and the water veins became salty and hard to drink. These places could not be used to arrange the altar, and even the officials and soldiers of the altar were circling around.

"After all, not everyone has the cultivation of fasting and stale grains." Zhao Shu couldn't help but sigh when he thought about this. He remembered that in the Xuanpu Jade Book, he mentioned how to clean up the filth and filth in the majestic land. The various magical methods in it were far from what ordinary people could do, and even the simpler monks could do nothing.

What's more, as the state of immortal cultivation improves, people gradually dislike meat and fish in the grains. They fast and eat buds, eat clouds and drink dew to avoid turbidity in the internal organs and organs. In this way, the cave temple is of course clean.

"You guys come and make arrangements. I have been watching this for so long during this period. I have taught everything I should teach. How much I learn, it is time to test the results." Zhao Shu waved his hands at several disciples from the Jiangzhen Pavilion.

To lay out the mandalas in various parts of Huaxu Kingdom, of course, this kind of thing cannot be done by Zhao Shu alone. In addition to editing the rituals and rules, he also taught the organized and complete rituals and rituals to monks in the Jiangzhen Pavilion.

Some mandalas that are not very important are arranged on their behalf. Zhao Shu checked them out, and they then gave them a reminder if they did something wrong.

The rituals and rituals that praise the ritual officials are also a combination of the essence of their predecessors. The foundation of the rituals lies in the five-dimensional pattern of heaven and earth. Inviting the five spirits and attracting the five qi is easy to learn but difficult to be precise. If you really want to gain a deep understanding of the mystery of the hall, you need to spend a lot of effort on polishing your mind and nature.

However, Zhao Shu didn't expect others to be proficient in the rituals and rituals that praised the rituals. The old rules and regulations have been abandoned, and now everyone is in the overall situation set by Liang Tao.

Zhao Shu watched several younger disciples cut down the wood, cut it into wooden cones, recited the mantra and sang it into the corner of the mandala one by one, and was nodding slightly, but looking into the distance of the long street.

"Someone is making a noise?" Jiang Ru also noticed it.

In order to arrange the mandala without being disturbed by idle people, local officials often send yamen soldiers to drive away the people. Zhao Shu once advised local officials not to make big fuss, but the layout of the mandala should avoid idleness and keep the energy pure. Therefore, in order to please Zhao Shu, local officials often acted vigorously and ignored the people's livelihood.

This time, Zhao Shu noticed that there were people calling out in the distance, shouting words such as "I'd like to see the Marquis of Zhenming" and "I'd like to make the decision for the common people". The yamen runners guarding near the mandala were merciless and swung their sticks and beat them hard.

"You go and advise me a few words, don't let them go too far." Zhao Shu said to Jiang Ru: "If the people have any grievances, please pay attention to me."

Jiang Ru immediately set off when she heard this and saw her quickly reaching the other side of the long street. She saw dozens of yamen runners beat up a group of shabby people with sticks in their hands. Judging from their clothes, they should be poor villagers.

"Stop!" Jiang Ruqing shouted and took out the Yangbo Field Collection Snail. The strong wind blew on the ground, separating the yamen runners and villagers.

When the county magistrate sitting under the eaves saw Jiang Ru coming, he quickly left his hands warm and carried a furnace, and went up to bow and greet him: "I wonder what the envoy has ordered? Is it because Zhenming Hou wants to summon the lower officials?"

"What are you doing? Why are you abused the people for no reason?" Jiang Ru glanced at the scene and some villagers had been beaten to death and their bones were broken.

The county magistrate quickly said: "A group of unruly people are used to being blind. If you disturb the superiors, you will neglect your duties!"

"Don't use such words to make excuses!" Jiang Ru followed Zhao Shu with great experience. She knew that these local officials could not speak.

So Jiang Ru took out a few pills, crushed them directly into the field collection snail, and then activated the magic tool to attract wind and water. The pills turned into drug mist and floated directly to the injured villagers, stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis, and taking effect quickly.

"Marty Zhenming asked me to come, what are the injustices you have? Even if you say it," Jiang Ruyan said.

The magistrate of Boyang County wanted to stop him, but Jiang Ru could not open her mouth when she was staring at her.

"Immortals, Immortals, Immortals, Immortals, and brightly!" Old Man Hu had no time to be shocked and quickly knelt down on the ground: "We are a villager near Boyang County. Because the manor forced to change to plant mulberry seedlings, we had to risk our lives to come and beg the Marquis of Zhenming to make decisions for Xiaomin!"

"Please make the decision for the little people!" The villagers knelt down and shouted, crying in tears.

Jiang Ru didn't understand it at once. She thought that changing to plant mulberry seedlings was nothing more than weaving silkworms for raising silkworms. The profit should be much higher than that of cultivating grain and rice. Why did these villagers come to complain?

"Envoyee! Don't listen to the nonsense of these troublemakers!" The county magistrate was shocked and sweated coldly. A few days ago, the Wang family of Chiyang sent several groups of people to send him to send yamen runners to promote the transformation of mulberry seedlings in Boyang.

In the past, this encouragement of farming and sericulture was considered a good policy for the officials. But the magistrate of Boyang County knew that the Wang family of Chiyang suddenly wanted to change a large amount of rice into mulberry seedlings, which would definitely have great benefits. Even if he wanted the officials of his place to participate, it was probably to take the opportunity to acquire the land.

The magistrate of Boyang understood that although he was the magistrate, he could not compare with the Chiyang Wang family, one of the blood yins of the Chongxuan Pavilion. The manor industry spanned counties and counties. If they were not happy, they would not have to let relatives in the court write letters to impeach them. They directly pulled the clerks and took their heads off, and then refused to the robbers and rangers. No one would have given them any support.

"Hurry up! drive these troublemakers away!" The magistrate of Boyang County was impatient: "If they were to ruin the big matter of Zhenming Hou, a thousand heads would not be enough for them to cut off!"

"Rareless!" Jiang Ru raised her hand and brushed her sleeves, and the wind blade blew three sharp marks on the ground: "Mr. Zhenming ordered me to come and ask, where can you let your own decisions?"

Jiang Ru knew that if she really wanted to follow the court's duties, Zhao Shu actually had no right to interfere in local government affairs and civil affairs. But she couldn't stand Zhao Shu's personal authority and reputation is too strong now, and even a person like Chu Shizhong could not defeat him. If local officials want to resist, they should also weigh their own weight.

As soon as Jiang Ru took action, the yamen runners did not dare to move. At this time, the field collection snail in Jiang Ru's hand suddenly flew up on its own, and Zhao Shu's voice came from it:

"I am Zhao Shu, the Marquis of Zhenming. You guys are here to wait for a while. I will come to ask about the causes and consequences of the Qing Dynasty later."

The villagers and officials present were amazed at this technique and did not know how Zhao Shu's voice came.

Old Man Hu had seen the magic skills of monks on the battlefield before, and heard Zhao Shu speak in person and send a voice transmission.

On the other hand, the magistrate of Boyang County was nervous and uneasy. He secretly ordered his subordinates: "Hurry up and pass a message to the people of the Wang family in Chiyang, and say that Zhenming Hou already knew about changing the mulberry seedlings, and he might have bad intentions."

Zhao Shu, who was outside the mandala, knew the situation on the other side of the long street very well, but he did not come forward immediately. Instead, after seeing the mandala well arranged, he personally followed the earth's veins and qi, and came to inquire after the ritual was completed.

The villagers were still kneeling in their original place. When the magistrate of Boyang County saw Zhao Shu, he immediately stepped forward to pay a visit, and then said, "Mr. Zhenming is not aware of what these little people in the fight are ragged, but they are actually extremely cunning. Perhaps they learned that Zhenming Hou was coming elsewhere, so they gathered people to make trouble to win the sympathy of Zhenming Hou. But these people are not pure in their hearts, and are definitely not loyal and diligent people. They might have to use Zhenming Hou to make personal gain."

"I have a way to understand the specific situation." Zhao Shu's expression did not change.

The magistrate of Boyang County said again: "It's better to do this. Marquis Zhenming went to the government office to settle down first, and the officials personally went to the hall to investigate the truth, and then the Marquis Zhenming followed him to see it. How about it?"

"Then you separated these villagers halfway, threatened and tempted them, so that they could divide them, causing the hall to speak in a different way and cover up the matter casually, right?" Zhao Shu smiled faintly.

The magistrate of Boyang County also sweated like rain in the middle of winter. He did not expect that Zhao Shu was not the kind of immortal cultivator who knew very little about common people and could not hide it from the other party at all.

"I'll ask clearly here." Zhao Shu came to Old Man Hu, brushed his sleeves from the air, and made the villagers stand up involuntarily.

"What happened? You just say it." Zhao Shu didn't make any promises casually. He didn't know who the matter was involved, but he already had a premonition in his heart.

Old man Hu bowed and said, "We are all villagers near the county town. A few days ago, the head of the village led a group of Zhuang Yong's servants and asked our village not to plant rice and grain after spring sowing, and all mulberry seedlings will be replaced."

"The land in your village is from other families? You can't decide what you want to plant?" Zhao Shu asked.

Old Man Hu replied: "Not all, but half of them are Mr. Wang's farmland. People in the village rent fields to grow grain, and after the autumn harvest, they will pay the rent to the farmhouse. If they borrow seeds and oxen, they will have to pay an extra debt."

"If you can't afford to pay the rent, you have to pay for it with the land. right?" Zhao Shu said.

Old Man Hu and a group of villagers nodded with difficulty, and Zhao Shu said again: "If I guess correctly, the head of the village will definitely raise the rent for this year. In fact, you are forcing you to change to plant mulberry seedlings to repay the debt. And if you plant mulberry seedlings in your village, you have to buy grain from Mr. Wang. This time, let alone in vain this year, maybe the whole village will have to be buried."

Speaking of this, some villagers couldn't listen, so they immediately cried loudly, fell to the ground again, begging Zhao Shu to rescue him.

"It's really a trick." Zhao Shu gritted his teeth. When Jiang Ru saw this expression, she knew that he was interested in killing.

"Master Wang, which Master Wang is it?" Zhao Shu asked.

Old man Hu smiled bitterly and said, "It's all Mr. Wang, Boyang County, and even the entire Shangling County. There is very little land that is not Mr. Wang's. They are all a family."

"Chiyang Wang, I understand." Zhao Shu sneered, and then said: "Where is your village? I'll go with you."

Hearing this, Old Man Hu's eyes lit up. He was just taking a gamble. Unexpectedly, Zhao Shu really planned to intervene, and even more so, a nobleman like him would be willing to come to the scene.

"It's a day's way to the west of the county town." Old Man Hu said quickly.

Zhao Shu turned his head and said to Jiang Ruyan: "Call a few carriages and I'll take them back. You can pack up your things here."

Jiang Ru stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "You really want to go? I think changing mulberry seedlings will make more profits for these people. If you intervene, will you make a big deal?"

"For the sake of his own selfish interests, the Wang family in Chiyang changed rice into mulberry trees. It was clearly necessary to force the people to a dead end and merge the land in large quantities!" Zhao Shu gritted his teeth: "Changing mulberry seedlings seems to make a greater profit, but raising silkworms and silk, textile silk, and other silkworms are not something that ordinary people can do.

Even a small village needs to be planted with mulberry seedlings. The Wang family of Chiyang must have planned to weave a large amount of silk. At that time, a large amount of silk appears in the market. Even if the small households can weave them on their own, the silk in their hands will immediately become worthless! Not everyone is like us. Gold and silver cakes can be rewarded to others at will. Many people still have to exchange cloth for daily use to survive!"

Jiang Ru was slightly stunned. She really didn't expect this just now. It seemed that Zhao Shu's experience when she was in charge of Jianjiaguan made him experience leaps and bounds.

Zhao Shu then turned to the magistrate of Boyang County and said, "I know you have collusion with the Wang family of Chiyang, so I sent someone to contact them. Then I will bring me a message by the way. Zhao Shu, the Marquis of Zhenming, is waiting for the Wang family of Chiyang to come!"
Chapter completed!