Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

Some words are self-explanatory.

For example, "exhibition".

Listening to Cheng Ling's words, Yao Qing always felt as if he had realized something vaguely, and suddenly it seemed like an infinitely vast new world was slowly unfolding in front of him, swaggering at him.

Yao Qing was extremely itchy, but the new world seemed like a beautiful flower, separated by the clouds, he could clearly see some true meanings, but he couldn't really understand it very well.

really, really...

Yao Qing looked forward to Cheng Ling's in-depth explanation, but Cheng Ling didn't say anything.

She only said: "Yao Dianbo, after returning to the county office, how should the official document be written, do you understand?"

Yao Qing said with an "ah": "Xiaguan, Xiaguan understands."

When leaving Xiaoshu Village, Cheng Ling, as a "businessman" in Yongzhou, took away most of the remaining yam eggs from Xu Er's family in front of the villagers.

This move undoubtedly greatly stimulated the enthusiasm of the villagers for yam, and everyone immediately decided to take good care of yam.

Madam Xu's widow was very reluctant to leave Cheng Ling. When Cheng Ling and his party walked to the head of the village, the widow suddenly ran in front of Cheng Ling with a small bamboo-woven fish basket.

"God, immortal brother!" He shouted timidly and crisply.

Regarding this title, Cheng Ling actually corrected him several times. However, children often have the stubbornness of children, and the widow deserves it well every time, but when he calls someone, he still can't control it, and unconsciously calls out "Brother Fairy" to Cheng Ling. four words.

Probably in the child's heart, Cheng Ling will always be the godly youth who came down from the sky to save him between life and death——

If it is not a god, how can there be people in the world who are both so handsome and so capable?

Forget it, the explanation was unclear, and Cheng Ling simply didn't bother to say it later.

Anyway, when the child grows up, she will naturally know that there are no gods in this world, and she is just a mortal.

However, at this moment, Dangwa'er held up the small fish basket and said, "Brother Shenxian, these are the small fish and shrimps I caught in the river. They have been dried and baked until crispy, and they are placed in the basket. The basket is also cleaned...you, you take it with you to eat on the road."

When he heard these words in Cheng Ling's ears, there was still a small but warm surging in Cheng Ling's heart.

She was about to reach out to pick up the small fish basket, but Madam Xu suddenly rushed out, her face was flushed and her face was ashamed.

Madam Xu slapped the widow's head with a slap, while blaming: "Dead child, what kind of words! What kind of character is Cheng Langjun? Eat your rotten fish and rotten shrimp? Why don't you take it back!"

On the other hand, he was extremely frightened, and quickly explained to Cheng Ling: "Don't blame Cheng Langjun, little lady...I, I...Alas, it's all children who are ignorant. These pickled things don't dare to contaminate Langjun's eyes."

With that said, he will take away the fish basket from the widow's hand!

She actually felt that the act of naowa'er sending fish and shrimp was an insult to Cheng Ling, so she couldn't wait to jump out, trying to save the child's rashness.

Cheng Ling was stunned for a moment, until Madam Xu's hand fell on the fish basket, until the widow cried out with tears: "No, no, A-Niang, the small fish is delicious after drying, it's not a stinky fish... …”

The adults and children wrestled, and Cheng Ling reached out at this moment.

With a slight effort, she took away the small fish basket that was being fought over by the mother and son.

Madam Xu shouted in fear and anxiety: "Cheng Langjun... ouch!"

The inertia of the fish basket being suddenly taken away made Xu Niangzi staggered and took two steps back, while the widower, who was also unsteady, was supported by Cheng Ling's small collar.

Cheng Ling ignored Mrs. Xu, just held the fish basket in one hand, and pressed the other hand on the shoulder of the baby, and bent down to look at the child, and said, "This kind of dried small fish and shrimp is your usual snack. no?"

There were still tears in his eyes and grievances on his face, but when Cheng Ling asked him, he quickly cheered up and said, "Yes, it's delicious, and it doesn't stink."

Cheng Ling smiled and said, "Yes, it really doesn't stink. I can smell the fragrance through the fish basket. Thank you for your gift, I like it very much."

The widow's eyes lit up, like two small wildflowers in spring, facing the wind, even though they were so thin and quiet, they were so tenacious.

Cheng Ling personally carried the fish basket and took out a small booklet from the shoulder bag beside him.

Said to be a booklet, this booklet is actually only half the size of a regular booklet.

This is Cheng Ling's essay, which records her farming experience during her visit to the countryside.

The main content is on the one hand the relationship between the agricultural time and the time of the day, and on the other hand is some highly experienced farming skills.

Most of these skills were learned from old farmers in the countryside, and some were summed up by Cheng Ling.

This booklet looks like a small value, but in fact its value is immeasurable.

When Cheng Ling wanted to give this booklet as a gift to the naughty baby, beside her, Yang Lin first exclaimed: "Master, no! You, you don't want to bring this thing back and write it into a book. ?"

Yes, as early as on the way to the countryside, when Cheng Ling visited and recorded, the disciples around her understood that Cheng Ling actually had the idea of ​​​​books.

Although what she wants to write is only agricultural books, it seems that this is not the mainstream in the contemporary era of Confucianism. But writing a book is of great significance after all.

If Cheng Ling can complete a sufficiently representative agricultural book in her tenure, her future path, let alone a completely smooth one, will definitely no longer be shaken by ordinary people.

Yang Lin was too nervous, but Cheng Ling said: "It's okay, I have everything recorded in the booklet by heart, and I will never forget it. I will write it again when I go back."

"But, but this is the first book you wrote, Master!" Yang Lin hurriedly finished, and hurriedly went over their luggage.

He quickly pulled out a thousand-character text from his luggage, and he didn't even care about the respect of master and apprentice, so he hurriedly shoved the thousand-character text into Cheng Ling's hands.

"Master, if you want to give a gift in return, this thousand-character essay is more suitable for Mr. Xu Xiaolang."

The widow's surname is also Xu. As for his mother being called Xu Niangzi, it is only because everyone forgot her real surname after getting married. It became a habit to be called Xu Niangzi, but no one knew what her original name was.

Naowa'er stared blankly at Cheng Ling, Cheng Ling took the thousand-character text, pondered for a moment, put his notebook back in his satchel, and then handed the thousand-character text to Naowaer.

She reached out and caressed the top of the child's head, and said, "Jun Xu Xiaolang, I accept your thoughts. This thousand-character script is a return gift. I hope that one day, you will be able to read and hyphenate and rise with the wind."

The naughty baby picked up the book ignorantly, and the messy hair on the temples was smoothed by Cheng Ling.

A seed is planted, hoping that one day, he will be watered by rain and dew and grow into a big green tree.