Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Fang Chang nodded, he didn't ask what was the matter, but just followed the old man Gu Shan out of the courtyard gate.

There were not many people outside, so everyone busily cleaned up the snow on the ground, piled it in a place where it would not get in the way, and then went back to their respective homes. After all, it is most comfortable to cat in a warm place in the cold winter.

On the other hand, the older children were not afraid of the cold and played outside one after another.

The snowdrifts that the grown-ups had just cleaned became their best playground. Some made snowball fights, some stuffed snowballs into the necks of others, some took tools to make snowmen, and some made snowmen. When the target, smashing it with a snowball from a distance...

"This Yongjia mansion is very lively." Fang Chang said to Gu Shan.

"Uh-huh."

The county government is generally not located in the middle of the city, and is often located in the north of the city. Of course, the situation varies from place to place, but almost no county government is built on the side of the city wall, and even one is built outside the city. none.

Yongjia Mansion has vast arable land. Although the climate is arid, it is still considered wealthy due to years of uninterrupted water conservancy construction. The overall appearance of the streets is similar to Ninghe Mansion.

There are many shops on both sides, but it is cold in winter and there are few tourists, but there are constant carriages passing through the street.

The carriages carrying passengers are hung with door curtains, some are covered with floral blue cloth, and some are hung with fur and satin. The carriages pulling goods are still only covered with a layer of tarpaulin, or directly tied with straw ropes, so that the goods inside are exposed. .

Not far away is the county government office, which looks quite new, as if it has been repaired in recent years. Gu Shan said:

"As the saying goes, 'Officials don't repair the yamen', the same is true for the successive county magistrates of Yongjia Mansion, but in the past two years, the county government has been in disrepair for a long time, and it finally collapsed. There is no room for repairs. The current magistrate had to withdraw from the warehouse. Money, re-build the seat."

"Is this the one Mr. He Gu asked for help this time?"

"That's right, it's him."

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The county magistrate, Qi Nan, has been depressed for many days.

In fact, his condition was more serious before, and he couldn't sleep all night.

Finally, the master couldn't see it, and came to visit one day and suggested: "If the county lord has a difficult problem and it is inconvenient to talk to others, why not go to the Chenghuang Temple in the east of the city to pay homage? Talk to the Chenghuang Lord about your thoughts, there are many things It would be much better to say it."

The magistrate Qi Nan did as he said, put up the guard of honor, and came to the Temple of the City God. After the prayers and sacrifices of the people were finished, he went in and worshiped a few times. fragrant.

He was not sincere, but felt that after doing this, he really felt better.

But when he returned to Houya, he still found it difficult to fall asleep, and would still toss and turn at night... This made Wen Chenghuang have a lot of difficulty in dreaming.

After waiting for two days, he lay on the couch, and after two hours of complete confusion, he finally fell asleep.

Finally got the chance, seeing the magistrate of Qi started snoring on the couch, Wen Chenghuang who was not far away breathed a sigh of relief, began to cast spells, entrusting the dream to Qi Nan.

in a dream.

Seeing himself sitting in front of a wooden table with tea on it, Qi Nan, the county magistrate, hardly felt any headaches, his thinking became quick again, and he seemed to be alive again.

He didn't know it was a dream, but greedily picked up the tea in front of him and drank it happily.

Suddenly, the green satin curtain was lifted, and someone came in.

"who?"

Qi Zhixian immediately raised his head, and saw that the visitor was wearing an official robe, but his shape was quite different from his own. Instead, he looked more like a clay statue in the Town God's Temple, and his face was vaguely familiar.

The other party cupped his hands and said, "I am the City God of Yongjia Mansion. Qi Zhi County can call me City God Wen."

Qi Nan, the county magistrate, was both surprised and delighted: "Hey, is there really a City God in this world?"

Wen Chenghuang: "..."

After being stunned for a while, Wen Chenghuang remembered the business, and said to the magistrate: "This is just a dream, I..."

Hearing this, Qi Zhixian was also taken aback, and interjected: "Oh, it was just a dream, no wonder I feel good now."

Wen Chenghuang: "...I heard what you said in the Chenghuang Temple, and I feel that the matter is very important. Unfortunately, the responsibility is dragged down and I have no resources. I have to ask an old friend in the city to come and help you."

"Thank you, Lord Chenghuang." Qi Zhixian finally came to his senses, stood up and saluted, "When will he arrive? What is his name? I will greet you as a guest of honor."

"In this way, I told him that when he arrives, he can say 'Wang Bailing's old friend is visiting', and the county magistrate will welcome him."

Seeing that the county magistrate Qi Nan nodded, the city god waved his hand and disappeared in an instant, while the Qi magistrate woke up from his dream leisurely.

Looking up again, he found that the sun was rising, and his fatigue caused by long-term insomnia had eased a lot after sleeping. It happened that today was a holiday, and he didn't need to go to the hall, so he just lay down on the couch until lunch time.

In the next few days, Zhixian didn't sleep well.

With the promise of the City God, Duke Wen, the magistrate of Qi was able to fall asleep, but the quality of sleep was still poor.

He is still worried about whether this is real, such as just having a real dream? He was also worried about whether the people who came could solve the problem for him... In short, every day he still had to toss and turn on the bed for several hours before he could fall asleep.

On this day, the magistrate of Qi, with big dark circles under his eyes and a tired face, summoned his left and right subordinates to complete the appointment, asked about snow removal in the city, and assigned several tasks.

Just after returning to Houya, I heard the report from the old servant at home:

"Patriarch, there are two people outside the side door, who claim to be 'Wang Baling's old friend', would you like to meet them?"

"Please come in quickly! Wait, they are Wang Bailing, black and white, not eight or eight." The magistrate was stunned for a moment, and then quickly corrected his old servant's slip of the tongue, "Also, you don't have to invite them yourself, this is Distinguished guest, I will personally greet you."

The old servant nodded, he was already very old, and his ears were indeed not very good.

Qi Zhixian looked at himself. He had just left the front office, and he had not changed his official uniform. He straightened his skirts, straightened his crown, and walked to the side door with the old servant.

"The two are friends from Wang Bailing. Next is the local county magistrate. I have been waiting for a long time." Seeing the two standing outside the side door, the magistrate walked a few steps quickly, bowed and clasped his hands while saying.

To his relief, both of them looked extraordinary.

The one on the left is obviously very old, but he doesn't use crutches or hunchback. Although the clothes are old and patched, they are clean and tidy. His eyes are like torches, and he looks hale and hearty. He looks like a tall man.

The person on the right attracted the attention of Qizhi County even more. He was carrying a package and an oil-paper umbrella, and was wearing a rare white dress. He seemed to have driven a long way to come here, but his whole body was not stained with dust, and his face was like a handsome young man. , but not like ordinary people.

He really deserves to be the person invited by the City God.

From then on, Qi Nan no longer had any doubts in his heart, maintained his salute posture, and approached him: "You two, please come in and take a seat."

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