The dark clouds that had been brewing all afternoon finally overflowed with rain.

The next second.

Colliding with the entire world, the heaven and earth were instantly filled with the sound of pattering rain.

In the north of Luojing City, on the official road back to the city, a group of black-clad guards guarded three carriages like stars holding the moon.

There was only the sound of rain and wheels on the road. These hundreds of warriors were silent, walking in the rain, soaked with dew and unresponsive.

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze, lowered the car curtains, and looked at the only person in the car besides him.

"The Yulin Guards, the Lin family's private army, was built by my great-grandfather."

Lin Wenruo's slender right hand gently pinched a small silver spoon and added spices to an incense burner with a top carved into a hollow rockery. The smoke flowed out from the "mountain", and the spacious carriage was filled with fairy spirit.

"When I was young, I was still curious about what our Lin family in Lanxi, a family with a rich family of poems and prose, wanted this thing for."

After Lin Wenruo finished adding agarwood, he put down his work, picked up a piece of silk and wiped his hands. He looked at Zhao Rong and chuckled. "I didn't expect that I, Lin Qingchi, would use it."

Zhao Rong nodded, sniffing the mellow and cool fragrance, feeling that the qi and blood in the meridians in his body were flowing a little faster, and he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, which was refreshing.

Zhao Rong watched what just happened in the Drunkard's Pavilion with his sleeves rolled up from beginning to end and said nothing.

Later, Zhao Rong and the others were about to say goodbye and set off, but they were "stopped in every possible way" by Lin Wenruo. He pulled Zhao Rong's sleeve with a sincere look and said, Brother Ziyu, please don't be ruthless. We had a great time meeting each other today, but he was not strict with his brother, which offended his son.

Brother Yu, I must make good compensation. I sincerely ask Brother Ziyu to move to my humble home without delay.

Zhao Rong pulled back his sleeves calmly and had no choice but to shirk it several times, but it did not extinguish Lin Wenruo's enthusiasm.

Later, Lin Wenruo said that it was going to rain heavily, and it was very inconvenient to go on the road, so he might as well go to his house to rest for a while. When the weather cleared, he sent someone to take his group out of Zhongnan Kingdom and take some shortcuts that only the locals knew.

It will definitely be faster than trying to figure it out on your own.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a while and asked the other two people for their opinions.

Liu Sanbian said it didn't matter and let him decide. Su Xiaoxiao had an "I understand" expression and said seriously that she would never beat up the mandarin ducks like the bad guys in the book, telling them not to care about the world.

The eyes of others and the rumors of others, boldly pursue true love...

Zhao Rong rewarded her with an afternoon dessert without saying a word, and he was probably still rubbing his red forehead in the carriage behind.

"Brother Wen Ruo doesn't have to be like this."

"Tzuyu, please don't plead for him, that bastard deserves a beating." Lin Wenruo sighed. "My father passed away early, and my mother didn't care about him these years when I was gone. As a result, he is now full of bad habits, and people hate him. What he said just now

The farce made Tzuyu laugh."

Zhao Rong looked at his expression and felt a little helpless.

You know that's not what I said.

But I can only play dumb with him and ignore this topic.

Anyway, I will wait for the rain to stop, then leave as soon as possible and leave this place of right and wrong.

Zhao Rong savored the magical incense in the car and chatted with Lin Wenruo for a while. Suddenly he felt the carriage deflect, and he opened the curtain and looked out.

The convoy seemed to have left the straight official road back to Luojing and turned onto another broad road. There were vast rice fields on both sides of the road, and green waters and green mountains in the distance.

"Brother Wen Ruo, isn't your residence in Luojing City?"

"Not here." Lin Wenruo smiled.

"Where is that?"

"Already arrived."

"..."

Zhao Rong looked around at the wilderness, and when he saw that smiling face, he suddenly felt the hairs on his back stand up.

"Ahem, what I mean is that the hundreds of miles we are walking around now belong to our Lin family, and the official road just now was built on our land. The area in the north of the city is called Lanxi, and it also belongs to our Lanxi Lin family.

origin."

When Lin Wenruo saw this, he coughed slightly and quickly explained.

"We haven't arrived at the manor yet. It's just behind the mountain in front of us. During this special period, we won't live in the city."

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and took his hand away from the sword at his waist.

But then his eyelids twitched, good guy, this one hundred miles radius is equivalent to more than half of Luo Jing, and this is adjacent to the capital of a country.

But later, after listening to Lin Wenruo's explanation, I understood the whole story.

Seven hundred years ago, the leader of the Zhongnan Kingdom saw that the imperial power in the country was declining, the hermits and Taoists were not engaged in production, the country had no system, and the laws were lax, so he looked for talents to govern and help the Zhongnan Kingdom. However, due to the special national conditions of the Zhongnan Kingdom, not only was it difficult to

However, there was still almost no culture and education to speak of, so all the talented people declined the invitation.

The Lord of Zhongnan even went all the way to the entrance of the two Confucian academies in the north and the south to look at the scholars who were struggling to get into the academy. In the end, no one responded, so the Lord of Zhongnan invited the surrounding brothers and sisters to drink the northwest wind together.

After having a meal, we returned to Zhongnan Kingdom disappointed.

As a result, one day ten years later.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar with a long history of work came from outside Luojing Imperial City. He came to look for the monarch and solemnly took out a piece of jade that symbolized the status of a scholar in the academy. He said that if he had not had that meal back then, he might have given up halfway and returned home to become a scholar.

As a teacher, how could he wait until he was selected by the academy teacher to study in the academy? Now that he has learned the dragon-supporting technique, Lin dared to come and give it a try.

The king of Zhongnan was overjoyed when he heard this, so he hired this Confucian scholar named Lin to govern the country and fully delegate power.

Within three years, the power of Zhongnan Kingdom was indeed booming.

The monarch thought of his great achievements and wanted to arrange a long-term residence for him, so his ministers hesitated on the map of Luojing and argued about which house to give him. As a result, the monarch looked impatiently and directly

He walked forward, grabbed the pen, and drew a large circle in the north of Luojing City. Then he awarded the entire Lanxi River in the north of the city, which was originally a royal garden, to the Confucian scholar named Lin, without any regard for the future kings who would sleep on his bed.

Someone was snoring on his side.

From then on, the Lanxi Lin family took root in Zhongnan Kingdom and passed it down from generation to generation.

Lin Wenruo finished speaking with a smile on his lips, and then gave instructions to a guard in black outside the window. The latter left the convoy and returned from the field after a while, holding something in both hands and handed it to Lin Wenruo.

Lin Wenruo raised his hands, slid down his long and wide sleeves, and reached out to gently take a few rice ears.

He crushed a handful of rice with his hands, held it in his white hands and looked at it carefully. His lips moved slightly, his eyes moved slowly, and he counted silently. Then he lowered his head and came closer, breathed through his mouth to warm it slightly, and immediately smelled the smell deeply.

The shell is golden, the grains are plump, the rice aroma is pure, and there are very few bad grains.

The man couldn't help but smile happily.

"Tzuyu, this year will definitely be a good year for harvest."

"Our Zhongnan country is blessed with a unique climate. One field can ripen three crops every year. Unfortunately, in the past, Taoist temples occupied too much land. There were 480 temples in Zhongnan Mountain alone. Moreover, landowners were severely exploited, and farmers often could not afford to buy seedlings.

It can make the fields full of crops all year round, so every year we have to spend a lot of energy to buy grain from other countries, and when it is shipped to China, the price of grain has increased by 50%..."

"The Spring Seedling Law, which is being implemented across the country, uses the state as a lender to provide low-interest loans to farmers so that they can grow crops instead of being forced to have their families destroyed by loan sharks from wealthy families. This method is divided into three quarters..."

"I learned the square-field equalization tax law from a large country in the south. It can clear out the land hidden by powerful landlords, increase the fiscal revenue of the state treasury, and at the same time reduce the burden on farmers."

Zhao Rong sat aside, slightly stunned, silently looking at the current head of the Zhongnan Kingdom's top tycoon, holding rice in his hand, chatting, and sometimes dancing.

A Confucian scholar in the realm of Confucianism.

Listen to him explain in detail his six strategies and his new method of enriching the country.

I don't know how long it took, but slowly, the car became quiet.

There was only noise coming from outside the car, but it only seemed to become increasingly silent inside the car.

The wheels rolled in the mud.

Horse hooves trample the earth.

The rain fell from the clouds and shattered the body into pieces.

The sword-wearing Confucian scholar pursed his lips.

"Why bother?"

The bent man straightened his body, sat upright, and held rice in his hands.

"Why not?"
Chapter completed!