salted fish soaring

Chapter 82

Good night of rain.

In the early morning, the rainbow sells off the rain, and the colors shine through the clouds. *

Song Qianji carefully cleaned the fallen leaves and flowers, and swept them into the flower field from the path, allowing them to slowly decay, enrich the soil nutrients, and become fertilizer for the new leaves on the branches.

After heavy rains in summer, half-foot-long earthworms emerge from the ground and occupy trails.

"You little things usually dig holes and loosen the soil, improve the soil quality for me, and work silently without complaint. When I look at you, I feel compassion..."

The old monk he knew in the previous life always talked about compassion, saying "sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants, and cherish the moth veil lamp", he always sneered.

Song Qianji couldn't help laughing: "In this life, I haven't seen the monk yet, so I'll talk about the monk's words first." He gently picked up the earthworms and put them back into the flower field one by one to prevent being trampled on.

"Go back, little ones."

So when Meng Heze and Ji Chen entered the door one after the other, they saw Song Qianji smiling and talking to the earthworm.

Ji Chen's eyes turned red in an instant, and he muttered to himself, "We're not here, Brother Song is alone."

Without saying a word, Meng Heze put on his sword and fastened on his apron, and strode towards the kitchen.

He was hunting outside and was busy honing his combat skills to improve his cultivation. Brother Song had nothing to eat or drink, so he could only chat with earthworms.

"Wait!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Qianji stopped him: "What are you doing?"

"Go cook the noodles." Meng Heze is now very proud of his pastry skills, after all, practice makes perfect.

"Don't be busy, I have something to tell you." Song Qianji, an empty-nest old casual repairman, was racing his brain to delay eating noodles, "I want to hire a driver."

Meng Heze was really curious: "What is a Sigong?"

"Thousands of canals have a lot of wind and sand, and the soil layer is dry. The heavy rain washed the loess last night, and the silt accumulated, and the river needs to be dredged. How to control the sand discharge and flood discharge, and how to divide the water for irrigation, you can't just dig it with your head down. Someone has to design it. When the river is dug, There are also bridges to be built and roads to be built..." Song Qianji thought for a while, "The job of the engineer is to supervise the construction of fortifications, and he must understand farming. Like Mr. Si Nong Liu, he is my right-hand man."

Meng Heze suddenly realized.

Ji Chen muttered softly: "I thought Brother Meng and I were Brother Song's right-hand men."

Song Qianji thought to himself, silly boy, you two are not as good at farming as I am.

"What are the difficulties in practicing recently?" Song Qianji asked, taking off Meng Heze's apron calmly.

Meng Heze didn't notice it, and thought about it: "I used to send out swords like arms and fingers. Recently, I always feel that the sword has been sent out, but the sword has not yet arrived. It's uncomfortable, like a pair of friends growing apart."

"It's not your problem, you should change your sword." Song Qianji said.

"Change the sword?" Meng Heze was stunned.

"A rudimentary sword, no matter how carefully you use it and how well you maintain it, it will sometimes be overwhelmed, so don't make things difficult for it."

Meng Heze lowered his eyes to look at the sword, and fondled the hilt lovingly: "This is difficult. Where can I find it?"

A good sword in hand is like a friend with the same temperament, it is really rare.

Ji Chen silently counted the spirit stones in the storage bag: "Pay money to hire a craftsman?"

Song Qianji said, "It's not difficult. Choose an auspicious day, and I'll try it out."

Ji Chen was pleasantly surprised: "Brother Song also knows how to refine weapons?"

Song Qianji: "I understand a little bit."

The solitary light sword he used to rule the world in his previous life, and the clean bottle containing the spring of immortality in the purple mansion at this time are all magic weapons he refined himself.

Artifact refiners charge expensive fees, and ordinary casual practitioners can't afford tailor-made instruments, so he learns some crafts to barely make ends meet.

Meng Heze, Ji Chen and other disciples have a long journey to immortality in the future.In about three years, the secret realms of the realm of comprehension will be opened frequently, and the treasures of heaven and earth will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

"Breaking into the Secret Realm" is a group spring outing for disciples of big sects and big families.

If you make it through as a teenager and become famous, but if you don't make it, let the elders of the teacher's family and the elders of the family pick it up, it's not shabby.

It is also a precious opportunity for casual cultivators and low-level monks to accumulate resources.

In his previous life, Song Qianji went in and out of the prison mountain, blood river valley, dead sea and other dangerous places before he saved the capital to stand up.

There is nothing to complain about this matter, life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky.Breaking through is a fate, but breaking through means that you have no ability, and you deserve it if you die.

He hoped that Meng Heze and Ji Chen in this life would grow up early, and when they grow up, they would be released to cause harm, no, to venture into the world of comprehension.

Young people are always going out.

If you really can't break through by then...then, there is no way.

Song Qianji thought resignedly, at worst, I'll pick it up.I hope the autumn harvest will not be delayed.

"Senior Brother Song personally opened the furnace to refine the sword for me, and there is nothing in return—"

Meng Heze clasped his fists, his eyes filled with tears, and immediately rushed into the kitchen, cooking a big pot full.

Ji Chen held the bowl and drank the soup, praising the deliciousness and simplicity.

Song Qianji could only accept his fate and eat seriously, eating cleanly.

……

Carpenter Liu presented Qu Yuanli as a Siong first, and the Immortal Government posted a notice to enlist "Second Worker", which caused a sensation again:

"The Immortal Official's Mansion is recruiting staff, and those who are interested should sign up quickly."

"As long as a mortal has a skill and can make contributions to Qian Qu, he can also be an official and close minister of the immortal."

In order to get close to Song Xianguan and walk with Song Xianguan like Carpenter Liu, there are countless applicants:

"My ancestors also dug river channels, and I was rated as the 'pioneer of opening the river' the day before yesterday. Can I do it?"

"I know how to predict the weather by looking at the clouds, okay?"

The Qianqu chicken delivery team is in charge of the initial interviews, and anyone who makes good suggestions for building the river can get corresponding rewards even if they are not working as a supervisor.

The enthusiasm of the crowd was so high and the momentum was so great that it even spread to Hongfu County next door.

Even Liu Xianguan of Hongfu knew that Qianqu was in the audition for a job.

Liu Hongshan specially wrote a letter titled "Please Song Qianji come to Hongfu to select talents", but it was actually a trick to fool Song Qianji to go to Hongfu County again.

Song Qianji knew it well, but went happily.

Ji Chen didn't want to drink "bad wine and rough tea" anymore, and he couldn't be beaten to death, so Song Qianji brought his boss, Si Nong Liu Carpenter, an expert in farming.

In his previous life, until Liu Hongshan was killed by him, he never broke through the Nascent Soul, and was always in the embarrassing position of crossing the threshold with one foot.

Cultivation is so cruel, hope and despair appear alternately.

It is not uncommon for a bottleneck to delay ten or a hundred years until the end of life.As long as they set foot on the fairy road, few people are willing to stay where they are.

"Brother Song, open your eyes again and help me see, where are the loopholes in my martial arts?"

Liu Hongshan set up a banquet, entertained him with good food and wine, but he stopped playing "The Song of Wind and Snow".

Song Qianji thought to himself that there is no loophole in you, you are as leaky as a sieve.

"Don't panic, the time has not yet come." He smiled peacefully: "I heard that when Hong Fu built the embankment, a gentleman came to present the blueprint?"

Liu Hongshan knew the elegance after hearing the sound, and his attitude was kind: "Mr. What, that's a blacksmith. He claims to have observed the flow of the river for 30 years and traveled all over the banks."

Song Qianji: "Can I invite you to see me?"

"Easy!" Liu Hongshan casually ordered Si Li, "Go and call Tiesanniu here. Hey, this time it's cheap, you idiot."

Not long after, a muscular black-faced man followed Si Li into the hall, bowed his head in salute, and presented a stack of drawings.

It is obviously not the first time he has presented maps, but he is still apprehensive: "The two immortal officials above, recorded the changes in water volume in detail, studied the soil geology on both sides of the strait, drew forty water conservancy maps, and wrote three books of experience. Note"……"

Song Qianji flipped through it casually, the more he looked at it the more delighted he was, and he shared the drawings with Carpenter Liu for appreciation, and got up by himself: "Sir, would you like to come back to Qianqu with me to be a worker?"

Tie Sanniu stood there in a daze: "You really choose me?"

Song Qianji saluted.

Tie Sanniu was flattered: "Don't dare, dare not."

Song Qianji still said: "The master is the teacher."

One was polite, the other was excited, only Liu Hongshan's expression gradually turned cold.

There is no reason for monks to salute to mortals.

Wait for Liu Carpenter to take Tie Sanniu out of the hall, and go back to pack his luggage.He earnestly reminded Song Qianji that immortals are different:

"As a fairy official, you can't be too kind to mortals, otherwise they will not have awe of you. If the awe is lost, the altar of the temple will collapse."

"So what if the altar collapsed?" Song Qianji flipped through the drawings with relish.

Liu Hongshan glared, and said anxiously: "Once the altar collapses, the sky will fall! If no one worships the temple, what will the world be like?!"

Song Qianji smiled indifferently.

Liu Hongshan still counted on him to open his eyes, so he could only hold back his anger.

In the eyes of Song Qianji, the crude craftsmanship of making watering cans to irrigate the ground by himself is just "the early stage of refining Qi" along with farming.

Carpenter Liu, who made Quyuanli and is currently researching and improving other agricultural tools, is a "strong Yuanying".

And this Mr. Tiesanniu has a complete set of ideas for water storage, diversion, and use of terrain to irrigate farmland in rivers and canals. He can be called the "Shenhuashen Venerable" in the land farming world, so he naturally welcomes him warmly.

After Qianqu's climate and rainfall gradually recover, it will not be a dream to turn hundreds of barren hills into terraced fields.

Tie Sanniu boarded the Qijue treasure ship, still feeling unreal, and kept pinching his thigh.

Carpenter Liu looked at his new colleague: "Qianqu is not as rich as Hongfu, brother, you must be prepared."

In the past, Qianqu people risked their lives to "smuggle" Hongfu.This person is the first person in 60 years to go to Qianqu from Hongfu on his own initiative, which is a precedent.

Facing Carpenter Liu, Tie Sanniu was not as reserved as he was in the main hall, and waved his hands heartily: "Don't be afraid of hard work."

He has long been prepared to face barren land and suffer hardships.

"My family lives by the river, and there have been floods and floods year after year..." He looked up and sighed: "Although I am a blacksmith, I also practice calligraphy and reading, and I have ambitions. I have studied water conservancy for half my life, but I failed to offer maps six times. The pearl was cast secretly. Today I left home. , I just want to verify what I have learned, put my skills to use, and serve the Ming Lord."

Carpenter Liu was overwhelmed with emotion.

He is worthy of being a person who has studied in Hongfu County. What are the words "a bright pearl secretly cast" and "repaying the Ming Lord", these words are so nice.

He also wanted to say something, opened his mouth and said loudly:

"Me too!"