At The Beginning, Caishikou Beheaded, I Chose To Be Reborn

The post-disaster reconstruction work in Xiaoning County is proceeding smoothly.

Compared with other prefectures and counties that are in deep quagmire, Xiaoning County is undoubtedly a paradise.

Because at least there are not many dead people, as long as people are still there, it is not difficult to rebuild their homes.

As the saying goes, if people lose land, all people and land will survive, and if land is lost, people will lose all land. This is what is being said.

Perhaps sensing the signal of a promotion, the magistrate of Lou County unleashed 120% enthusiasm and personally went to the grassroots level to preside over the reconstruction work.

This is a wise person's approach. Before being officially appointed, everything is still illusory. The more you can't relax at this time, the more vigilant you are than before.

In addition, he also wanted to leave a good reputation for himself as an official.

With his achievements this time, even if he is transferred from Xiaoning County in the future, he will be remembered by many people.

After about half a month of chaos, Xiaoning County has gradually entered the right track, and has not been affected by the surrounding counties. First, it is located in a remote area, and there is only Changxing County near the city. Second, it is also the reaction of the court. Quite quickly, the series of orders issued by Emperor Qian after he was sober for a short time really played a key role.

But as Xiaoning County gradually returned to normal, Ye Yuan's cleanliness was also broken.

The magic of the "Spring Festival couplets" has even spread to Changxing County next door.

This is not some random fabricated legend, but something that actually happened in "340". Many people benefited from this event, so news about Ye Yuan spread quickly, and there was a kind of supernatural The trend of passing on God.....

As for the Spring Festival couplets that I wrote, they are all regarded as family heirlooms by the common people. At the beginning, some people became greedy and either bought them at a high price or stole them directly. The handwriting on the Spring Festival couplets will fade away.

It was once cited as a legend.

And Ye Yuan, who wrote the Spring Festival couplets with his own hand, also has a little bit of Immortal Qi.

Because of this reason, Ye Yuan didn't dare to go out for a walk, once recognized by others, he would be pestered a lot, what's more, he would kowtow directly.

But even if he doesn't go out, he can't avoid harassment. Many people come to him, thinking of him as an immortal who saves the suffering, not for anything else, just for a pair of Spring Festival couplets.

Not to mention the wealthy households in the city, the gifts were transported to Ye Yuan's house frantically in horse-drawn carriages.

The news of a "living fairy" in Xiaoning County is frantically fermenting.

Even Lou Zhixian and the county magistrate sent invitations several times.

This is definitely not the result Ye Yuan wanted.

But it was also because of the commotion of these people that he knew the ins and outs of the matter.

"It turned out that the Spring Festival couplets I wrote blessed the common people."

Regarding this news, Ye Yuan did not have much emotional fluctuations. In fact, after he finished writing the Spring Festival couplets, he vaguely had such a premonition.

Although he caused trouble because of this matter, he did not regret it, but was very grateful.

At least it actually made many people survive.

Not all the people outside wanted to curry favor with him and benefit from him, and there were not many people who were really grateful to him.

In the past few days, people would come to the door almost every day, and Ye Yuan was not disturbed. The family kowtowed silently, expressed their gratitude, and then left.

"No wonder Mr. Zhuang was so weird that day, so he already knew about it."

Ye Yuan understood all the doubts, but he could only shake his head in the end.

If he doesn't want to see people, then no one can see him.

Since the outside world is making noise because of him, he simply stays in the yard, that is, there is no one who must be seen except the dealer's father and son and the little white fox.

Just take advantage of this time to draw the Golden Crow diagram completely.

Ye Yuan already has a lot of confidence.

He got the best guidance by reading "Qing Yu Miscellaneous Notes", and after a lot of practice, he has faintly grasped the essence.

At least the "skill" in painting Third Stage Realm is no longer his shortcoming.

Part of the artistic conception can also come alive on paper.

But it is still far away from drawing the "God" of Golden Crow.

"This time, the complete Golden Crow diagram must be drawn!"

Ye Yuan took a deep breath and secretly made a plan.

This time, he was determined to succeed.

Because he originally thought about celebrating the new year, and after the Sophora japonica flowers bloomed, he went out for a tour.

The great rivers and mountains in this world are more magnificent and mysterious than those in the previous life, and he has long wanted to see them.

Now that this incident happened again, the people in Xiaoning County were too "enthusiastic", which gave Ye Yuan the idea of ​​avoiding the limelight...

But no matter how you plan, the Golden Crow diagram must be drawn first.

Almost another half month passed.

The father and son of the farmer next door are eating.

Although Zhuang Mochen is usually strict, he does not have a rigid requirement of "not talking when eating, not talking when sleeping", and the father and son of the Zhuang family are more casual when dining.

For example, now, after Zhuang Mochen swallowed the food in his mouth slowly, he asked lightly.

"Is Mr. Ye still the same?"

Zhuang Yan's cheeks were bulging from the food, and he took a big sip of water before swallowing it with difficulty.

"Yes, when I went to study in the morning, Uncle Ye was still painting, and he didn't move for more than ten days."

Zhuang Mochen nodded, with a look of curiosity in his eyes.

"I don't know what is so magical about what he wants to paint? It can involve all of his mind."

The father and son of the dealer directly ignored the fact that Ye Yuan hadn't had a drop of water for more than ten days and had been sleepless.

This is obviously nothing to Ye Yuan.

"I don't know, the old locust tree in the yard is not allowed to be seen, and Hu Qianli tried to peek several times, but was beaten back.

Zhuang Yan said with a smile, but he recalled in his mind the scene of the little white fox being kicked out by the branch of the old locust tree.

This old tree has no other hobbies, but likes to persecute the little white fox.

In terms of Taoism, the little white fox entered the Tao earlier than the old tree, but he was not an opponent, so he could only be incompetent and furious.

If Ye Yuan was here, he would definitely be a little surprised, and wait for Chen to find out about the little white fox.

But if you think about it a little bit, you will understand that Zhuang Mochen is a smart person in the first place, but he was only blind before. Now that he knows that Ye Yuan is not a mortal, what else can he hide from him?

In front of his own father, Zhuang Yan basically had no power to resist, Zhuang Mochen didn't spend much effort, and Xiao Zhuang almost explained the details.

Therefore, Zhuang Mochen knew a lot of secrets.

It turned out that Zhuang Yan already knew Ye Yuan's identity a long time ago, and was taken to Qingping Mountain to meet a group of big monsters.

This is really "It's really... no morality!

Thinking that only he was kept in the dark, Zhuang Mochen wished he could have a good debate with Ye Yuan.

But Ye Yuan has obviously entered a strange state now, and he must not be disturbed, so he can only hold back.

While the father and son were talking, Blessing came in rushing in.

"My lord, those people are really not wanting faces. I don't want to accept gifts from them, so they just rolled up their bedding and lay in front of our house, lingering and not leaving!"

Zhuang Mochen's expression changed, and a look of interest flashed in his eyes.

"It's unreasonable, it's so gentle!"

Zhuang Yan also looked unhappy.

"What on earth do these people want to do? They've been messing around for days, and Uncle Ye refuses to see them, so what is it like to give gifts to our family?"

Blessed sneered and said.

"Young Master, you don't understand this. These people are smart. They know that the master and Mr. Ye are good friends, and they want to curry favor with the master, which is to curry favor with Mr. Ye. That's why they stay at our door.

Zhuang Mochen sighed lightly,......

"It's no wonder that the Son of Heaven wastes people's money and money in order to find immortals. Everyone in the world is like this. He won't hesitate to lose face when he gets a little wind.

Ye Yuan Closed Door Training paints, so naturally no one can see him, even if he shouts loudly, it can't reach the yard at all.

As for entering the hospital over the wall?

Let’s not talk about who has the guts, is the wall of Ye’s house so easy to climb? Except for the little white fox, who dares to go over it? Do you really think that the old locust tree is just for viewing?

Therefore, those people couldn't see Ye Yuan, so they shifted their firepower to Zhuang Mochen.

Who doesn't know how close Zhuangjia and Ye's family are?

If you curry favor with Zhuang Mochen, you might be able to curry favor with the "living god".

Many people sighed sadly, if they knew Ye Yuan had such abilities, they should have established a good relationship with him when he first came.

It's too late now, so I can only take a roundabout tactic to see if I can catch the line of Zhuang Heichen.

But how could Zhuang Mochen fulfill their wish?

Those who made friends and gave gifts were all kicked out unceremoniously.

But this group of people is not discouraged, the gifts are getting heavier every time, and Duan Ye is getting more and more bottomless, and now they just hang on to the door of the dealer...

"My lord, you don't know the faces of these people. In order to establish friendship with Mr. Ye, it can be said that they will do everything possible. That Luo Laoqi in Xiaoluo Village is the one who sells tofu in the morning market. I heard that he sells tofu. The food was given by Mr. Ye. This group of people went to Luojia Village every morning to wait. The tofu had just come out and was still hot, so they bought it...

You Fu wanted to confide in the bitterness in his stomach, dealing with those people these days, but it opened his eyes.

"Why do they buy so much tofu?"

Zhuang Yan didn't know why.

"Hey, it's not like someone spread a rumor that eating it can prolong your life and keep you free from disease and disaster.

After all, Xiao Zhuang still had little experience, and his eyes widened after hearing such unimaginable things.

But Zhuang Mochen was lost in thought, and after a long while, he spoke slowly.

"It seems that they will not give up easily."

"Well, I don't really blame them for this. Think about the price the emperor paid for the illusory immortals. How can they mediocre people be exempt from vulgarity?"

"Blessed, go talk to the 1.4 people outside, let them send in all the gifts, let's accept them."

You Fu was shocked and said hastily.

"Sir, are we going to do this?"

Zhuang Mochen nodded and said.

"Just do as I said, we will accept as much as they give... Afterwards, these gifts will be converted into gold and silver, and all will be sent to the county government, and donated in the name of these people for small Post-disaster reconstruction in Ning County."

Hearing this, Youfu was startled, and then laughed.

"This is a good idea!"

Zhuang Mochen's idea came into play immediately. At first, everyone was complacent because the dealer finally accepted the gift, but after the truth came out, they all looked like everyone else.

"Well, you Zhuang Mochen, no wonder you didn't even become a high official in the imperial court, and co-authored with the thigh of a living god... I don't know how much benefit I got!"

Someone yelled, and the sourness in the words was very strong, as if the jar of vinegar had been knocked over.

But at this moment, a carriage slowly drove up.

At the front and back of the carriage, there were two guards in green clothes, riding tall horses, guarding the carriage in the middle.

of...

With the coachman's soft drink, the carriage stopped.

The curtain was opened, and a man poked his head out, speaking with a standard Fengdu accent, and asked slowly.

"Oh? This man just mentioned the living god? Can you tell Quan about it in detail?".