After the immortal disappeared

A little white snow fell on He Chunhua's shoulders, and He Yue's cloak held a small section of dead branches. It was obvious that he had walked a long distance. He Lingchuan waited for the two people to approach before asking: "Dad, second brother, why don't you two come back by car?" It was freezing cold.

"Take a walk and take a rest." He Chunhua puffed out a breath of white steam and said, "Also clear your mind."

For an official with a high level of cultivation, his face looked too haggard. He Lingchuan discovered that He Yue had dark circles and bloodshot eyes.

"What's wrong with you, kid? You got up in the middle of the night to steal chickens?" He accompanied the two people back home.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was an unspeakable tacit understanding between the two of them, but He Lingchuan broke it when he stood between them.

"In the past few nights, we have been working all night to review the account books." He Yue yawned, "We have to audit the farmland tonight, and the situation is not optimistic."

Both father and son were as wilted as eggplants beaten by frost. He Lingchuan himself was so lively and vigorous, which was quite embarrassing.

"What a pessimistic approach?"

"The farms in Xiazhou are distributed in five counties. The number I got is eight villages in total." He Yue frowned, "This is too few. My father found me the original book from forty-five years ago, and it is clearly written on it The total number of farms in Xiazhou is twenty!"

He looked at his father with a kind of admiration. This kind of hidden original information can be found.

He Chunhua coughed lightly: "I found someone to get it."

He does not fight unprepared battles.

He Yue watched He Lingchuan count on his fingers and kindly explained: "Each village is fifty hectares, which means that 600 hectares were lost in forty-five years!"

Tuntian is one of the public fields. It was originally an ownerless wasteland controlled by the state. Later, the local government organized garrison soldiers or civilians to cultivate it and harvest grain to supply military supplies.

The He family have all had experience in fighting, and they know the principle of moving food before the army moves. If you transport food thousands of miles, you can eat 70% of it yourself. Now that Xiazhou has become a frontline, farming and supplying food must receive official attention. Producing and delivering food here can greatly shorten the time and save losses during transportation.

However, Xiazhou’s farmland has been reduced by more than half. What does this mean?

He Lingchuan groaned: "Has it been invaded again?"

"Well, the officials and gentry have colluded over the years to sell all the farmland into private land." He Yue rubbed his eyes, "It's another bad debt. We need to step up our efforts to find them out today and tomorrow."

"You dare to sell farmland?" He Lingchuan gave a thumbs up, "That's awesome."

"The previous state capitals had borrowed money from the wealthy gentry and noble families. When the year was bad, the part that could not be repaid was paid with farmland." He Yue checked the accounts in the past few days, and from the initial shock to the numbness now, "Of course, this is only one of the reasons."

He Lingchuan saw that the two of them looked sleepy but their eyes were bright, and couldn't help but said: "Dad, do you think there is anything I can do?"

"I was about to ask you." He Chunhua looked him up and down, "Did you break through again?"

"yes."

He Yue's eyes were full of envy: "Brother, you are being unreasonable. Last time the Emperor's Liquid came, you broke through once, and now you..."

"Is there such a thing as fairness in this world?" He Lingchuan laughed, "My sword has long been thirsty and thirsty. Next time there is a big battle, I will definitely play!"

"You have plenty of opportunities." He Chunhua also smiled, "After sorting out the mess in Dunyu, I want to tour Xiazhou, especially paying attention to the northern front. You can come with me."

As the general manager of Xiazhou, he must inspect Panshun's customs, customs, administration, and public opinion in various places in the state. Especially now that the dark clouds of war are looming, it is even more necessary for the new general manager to go around to reassure people.

He Lingchuan clenched his fist and said, "Okay."

He Chunhua smiled and said: "In a few days, I will send you a task first."

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Dreaming back to Panlong City, the small courtyard of the wooden house was snowing up to my knees. He Lingchuan felt resistance when he pushed the door open.

He picked up the broom, piled the thick snow into the corner, and started practicing martial arts.

Eighty percent of the gifts that were originally piled into a small mountain disappeared, and the rest were neatly placed in the kitchen. The last two jars were placed next to the water tank.

This should be Sun Fuling's handiwork. She promised to help him donate the mountain of thank-you gifts - if it wasn't for her, it would have been emptied by the kid who stole the fish and sticks.

He Lingchuan called twice, but there was no response from the neighbor. She seemed to have gone out again.

But every time the wind blows, there is always a tinkling sound. He Lingchuan leaned against the wall and took a look. Sun Fuling's yard was simpler and more empty than his. There was nothing except a chair and a ladder, but there was a string of wind chimes made of shells hanging under the eaves.

The colorful shells were picked from somewhere, and each piece was polished smooth and round. When the wind blows, they knock together, which is particularly pleasant to the ears.

He Lingchuan recognized that this was one of the thank-you gifts given to him by the people of Panlong City. It seemed that Sun Fuling himself had kept it.

However, the snow in her yard is deeper, and it seems that she has been away from home for at least the past three or four days.

Maybe she has another place to live?

He Lingchuan shrugged and focused on practicing martial arts seriously. Today's practice focuses on the hook rope. He also bought one in Panlong City. Of course, it is not a magic weapon and is not as useful as the one made by Li Fubo.

The initial goal is to cut down the branches of the jujube tree, and be sure to cut down whichever branch you want.

He had a hunch that this thing would be of great use in the future, and he had to master it as soon as possible.

Speaking of which, he has more and more skills to practice, and he still feels like he doesn't have enough time to practice them day and night.

The feel of the rope is completely different from that of a knife or a bow, and it is soft and difficult to bear force. He Lingchuan had only practiced for a few times, but the head of the hook was hung on a tree branch and could not be pulled off.

At this time, footsteps came from outside.

The footsteps stopped at the door of his house, and then a letter was stuffed under the courtyard door.

Then, the man left again.

He Lingchuan picked it up and saw that it was an official letter stamped with fire paint.

It turned out that the Pengcheng Department urged him to close the shop.

Last time, he used all the rewards in exchange for a shop on Panlong Main Street, and then forgot about it. There are still a lot of clutter in the shop that he needs to clean up before he can rent it out.

He Lingchuan has been very busy, but Pengcheng Department is not going to let him delay any longer. The shops on Panlong Main Street are all golden chickens that lay eggs, so management is very strict.

The shops are all owned by Panlongcheng, and he only has the right to rent them. Officials urged him to open quickly, so he had no choice but to open quickly.

Having no choice but to find the shop key, He Lingchuan took a donkey cart and drove towards the main street.

In fact, the main street of Panlong City is in the shape of a standard "ten". To the south is Wanglin Street, where He Lingchuan's shop is located.

Unexpectedly, it has not yet reached the end of the street and the corner. Although the store is small and the wooden door is closed, there are people walking shoulder to shoulder in front of the door, and the traffic is considerable.

If a store is opened in a place like this, everything will be easy to sell, right?

There was actually a guard standing by the door. Seeing him take out the key, he took two steps back and made a "please" gesture.

He Lingchuan also saw a yellow seal on the door.

He had to ask the patrol: "Excuse me, what is going on?"

"There are always people who want to break in illegally." The patrolman saw him taking off the seal and immediately said, "From now on, you will take care of this shop."

The mission accomplished, he turned on his heels, called it a day, and stepped out of the way.

He Lingchuan looked at his back and shook his head, then unlocked and pushed the door.

"Squeak", as soon as the two doors opened, gray mold came oncoming.

He Lingchuan couldn't help coughing twice and used the Wind Calling Technique to blow away the haze.

He heard that this place was originally an antique shop and grocery store. When he walked in, he saw that there were unfinished bits and pieces everywhere, the furniture was staggered here and there, and there was a thick layer of dust everywhere.

There were a few footprints on the ground. It was obvious that someone had visited here not long ago. No wonder there were guards guarding the door.

He Lingchuan covered his mouth and nose with a towel and flipped through it. Sure enough, he didn't see anything valuable.

The most expensive thing in the whole place is probably the mahogany treasure chest and chairs hidden in the back room. Maybe the store moved in a hurry and forgot them here.

I'm afraid these things are not important at all, the key lies in the store itself.

Just as he was feeling disgusted, two mice jumped out of the eight-treasure cabinet with a squeak, slid along the wall, and fled out of the store in a hurry.

This place has been closed for so long that even rats have made their nests.

They ran away very fast, but knocked down a basket. Several things inside clattered to the ground.

He Lingchuan took a look and saw that they were several books.

Most of them are story books, two are about myths and legends, and the other five are about bedtime action literature. They use bold and uninhibited words and sentences, and they also have illustrations. He Lingchuan is so shameless that it makes him heartbroken.

You can't keep such harmful things, take them back.

Food, sex, sex, human beings have great desires. It is not surprising that grocery stores sell such things. Maybe they were the best sellers in the past.

There is also a map and a thin booklet.

The map depicts the eastern part of Panlong Wasteland. The drawing is rough and only points out a few main roads in the east and a few important geographical landmarks, such as the Ghost Needle Stone Forest. It was also the first time for He Lingchuan to see the entire Chipa Plateau.

This is probably what a business traveler traveling in the wilderness will need.

As for the last thin booklet, He Lingchuan picked it up and looked at it. The cover said "Collection of Hundred Fragrances".

He thought it was the slanderous writings or idle moans of literati, but when he opened it and took a look, he found that it was not the case. This is actually a comprehensive introduction and preparation of edible spices.

However, this booklet is full of cavities, and there is a lot of dust when you turn it over. It has an old musty smell, and the author's signature at the back has been blurred and cannot be seen clearly, so He Lingchuan does not know whose hand it came from.

But it's full of pictures and texts.

For example, spices such as cardamom and angelica that He Lingchuan was already familiar with in another world were not only clearly described in the booklet, but also had pictures to help people identify them. He Lingchuan can only say that this painting skill is at the level of a soul painter, but the author's intentions are good after all.

The most valuable part lies in the second half, which details various combinations and preparations of spices, as well as their effects and application scenarios.

This is not, this is not...? He Lingchuan's eyes shone when he saw it, and he put it away without hesitation.

To be fair, it would be useless for ordinary residents to get this booklet. Their cooking and seasoning is very simple. Salt is good, soy sauce is a bit luxurious, and it is impossible to make these complicated seasonings.

But could he, Young Master He, be an ordinary person?

It seems that the grocery store is not all full of garbage. At least he found a treasure.

At this time, the light at the door dimmed and someone came in.