"Farmer's home? The rice seedlings growing in autumn are really amazing!"

Looking at the lush rice seedlings, Su Lin also became curious. If we look at the history of China in the past life, the productivity of labor at this time should be very low, and the grain yield is not high, and most of the rice is one in a year.

However, judging from the current situation, it seems that rice can be planted and produced in autumn and winter. All of this is attributed to the magical ideological power of the Confucian and Taoist world. It uses the power of thought to change the weather and create natural conditions for crop growth. So much so that it is late autumn, but you can still see green rice fields.

"Indeed, Brother Su, although Mencius of the Sub-Saint Mencius strongly criticized the farmer's ideas and believed that it would be contrary to the number of days for farmers to change the time of manpower, the farmer's holy power magic and magical powers are indeed beneficial to crop yields and the people's livelihood. Because Zou State believed in the theory of Mencius of the Sub-Saint Mencius, the domestic crop yield was low, and it required a lot of money and grain to purchase grain from other eight countries so that there would be no shortage of food."

Yuan Mu stood at the front of the carriage with a smile, pointed at the farmland in front of him, and said to Su Lin, "Brother Su, look, those farmer scholars from the Ministry of Agricultural Supervision will soon use the holy power magic of "supplementing seedlings and promoting growth."

"Supplement the seedlings to grow?"

Su Lin used the holy power magic of "hiding a thousand miles" with interest, and saw three farmer Confucian scholars dressed in the middle of the ridge of the field. One held a hoe and a Wenbao, one held a sickle and a plow, all of which were in the shape of a farm tool.

Three scholars from the peasant family, muttering words, the holy power surged out from the wisdom nuisance, and they worked together to issue the holy power magic to "swallow the seedlings to help grow", forming a huge light golden holy power palm, covering a hill of rice fields.

"The holy power can nourish the seedlings and nourish the grains, and encourage the thriving of all people!"

Holding breath and concentrating, the three peasant scholars surging thoughts in the sea of ​​wisdom, and they worked together to use the holy power spell of "squeezing seedlings to help grow". The huge holy power palm suddenly pressed on the rice field, and then it turned into pieces, turning into thousands of golden small palms, seeping into each rice seedling, nourishing with holy power and promoting the farmer's thoughts.

Rush...

The effect is very obvious. The rice seedlings, which were originally only about five inches tall, were instantly raised to eleven or two inches, and the seedlings became greener. The seedlings were wide and thick, and they even revealed a luster of thought.

"Ah! He has actually grown taller? Isn't it a satirical fable that the sub-saint Mencius said in "Mencius Gongsun Chou"?"

Su Lin had seen this ironic fable about "squeezing seedlings to grow" in primary school Chinese textbooks. It was selected from "Mencius Gongsun Chou Shang", which said that a man from the Song Dynasty, who was worried that his seedlings would not grow tall and pulled the seedlings upwards. He returned home very tired one day and told his family that he had exhausted him today. He tried hard to help the seedlings grow taller! But his son rushed to see the situation of the seedlings, but the seedlings withered.

"In the fables of the storing of seedlings to grow, the Song man personally used his hands to raise the seedlings one by one, but all the seedlings withered. However, in this world of Confucianism and Taoism, farmers used magical holy power magic to penetrate the spirit of the farmer, and they actually achieved the storing of seedlings to grow, which instantly shortened the growth process of rice seedlings by a month!"

Su Lin looked at the three peasant juren again, but found that after joining forces to use "Shrimping Seedlings to Grow", the holy power of the three people was a little exhausted. Fortunately, "Shrimping Seedlings to Grow" is just a holy power spell, which is only a temporary consumption of holy power, not a permanent consumption of holy power like the Holy Power supernatural power.

"Brother Su, Mencius of the Sages, did not like the idea of ​​farming, so many of them criticized the farming family in "Mencius". But in fact, the farming family was also inherited from the ancient sage emperor Shennong. The representative figure of the farming family in the Warring States Period was Xu Xing, and his literary position was also half-saint. However, the farming family, half-saint Xu Xing, was the same as the thoughts of the Sages, Xu Xing, was contrary to the thoughts of the Sages, Mencius."

Yuan Mu was born in a big family, so he naturally had a lot of knowledge about these allusions of the hundreds of schools of thoughts, so he explained to Su Lin, "Since Confucius became a saint and determined the literary system, the hundreds of schools were born in semi-Suns, and their thoughts were rich, and they were all in their own way. Confucius did not force the hundreds of schools to learn Confucianism, but helped them improve their own thoughts and integrate them into Confucianism and Taoism. Even now, even when practicing farmer thoughts, they are generally called Confucian scholars. They are also the spiritual embodiment of Confucianism's "sea and rivers"..."

"So that's it, then... if you make great scholars with your farming ideas, wouldn't the instruments in Zhihai be similar to the farm tools held by those juren?" Su Lin secretly imagined in his mind that the peaks of victory standing in Zhihai were all hoes or sickles, which were spectacular.

"Ordinary great scholars of the farming family naturally use agricultural tools to make weapons, but I heard that if there are scholars who inherit the most essential ideas of the farming family, grains will grow from the sea of ​​wisdom with the power of sages. If five grains are used as weapons, then it would be amazing. As long as there are great scholars of the entire Tianren Continent who make weapons, the nine countries will no longer have to worry about famine!"

Yuan Mu said, and Su Lin was also immersed in the eyes of the sound. Most of the things he had come into contact with before were Confucianism and real Confucian scholars, after all, they were in Fengle County, a small remote border county. But now they have reached a wider world, and just outside Jian'an Prefecture, they have seen the wonderful skills of the farmers.

This opened a new page in front of Su Lin's eyes, letting him know that the Tianren Continent is not only a world of Confucianism and Taoism, but also a world of hundreds of schools. In addition to Confucianism and Taoism, there are also farmers, Taoists, Moists, Legalists, Yin-Yangists, novelists, etc.

"This is the world of thought. Countless sparks of thought burst out. They can all become their own families. Confucian scholars use their own efforts and articles to practice their persistent thoughts. Because the existence of the holy power can turn nothingness into reality and possess all kinds of magical powers. Everything is really amazing!"

Only after seeing the "sweeping seedlings to grow" in the farmer's family, Su Lin truly realized the mystery of thought and holy power. At the same time, he also understood that to truly base himself on this Confucian and Taoist world, the only thing he could rely on was "thinking". His identity belt and the "wordless heavenly book" were both auxiliary to the appearance of knowledge.

If you cannot deeply understand the ideas of poetry and articles, and have the creation and persist in your own ideas, Su Lin will not be able to gain a foothold in this Confucian and Taoist world.

"We'll be in Jian'an Mansion soon. Brother Su, please take back your mind! If you want to see the rice fields, we may have opportunities in the future. Most of the tasks arranged by the court are related to farm work."

Yuan Mu smiled, almost at the entrance of Jian'an Mansion Tower, so he patted Su Lin on the shoulder and said.

"That happens, Brother Yuan, just now, I saw the holy power spell of three peasant scholars 's skinny power to help grow'. The huge golden hand turned into hundreds of small palms, which looked very satisfying! I wonder if it can be used with the holy power level of our Tongsheng Wentai." Su Lin was still immersed in the shock of the farm spell, and he also wanted to try it out.

"Suppress the seedlings to help grow! Brother Su should not think too far for the time being. Those three peasant juren can only be used together. We are just a few bricks of holy power, and we don't have that power at all."

Yuan Mu waved his hand and said, "If there are tasks from related farmers at that time, we Tongsheng will probably be sent to some scholars and juren as helpers to increase our knowledge and experience."

"So that's it! However, there is still half a month left to take the house exam. Brother Yuan, I will sign up for it. I hope I can get the scholar's position as soon as possible, so that I can study the hundreds of classics more deeply and practice more magic and magical powers."

Now Su Lin seems to have jumped out of the well and saw a wider world. He wants to be faster, faster, learn more thoughts and spirits, and make himself stronger.

"With Brother Su's literary talent and thoughts, I should be able to participate in the Mansion Examination. But I was a little reluctant. The scholars in the Mansion Examination not only had to apply scriptures and poetry, but also focused on Mo Yi. Although I have been familiar with the Chinese classics since I was a child, I still have too little knowledge and not enough to participate in the Mansion Examination." Yuan Mu said humbly, "But fortunately, there is a Hanlin Master Cai in the Mansion in Jian'an Prefecture, who is well-educated and well-known. Even many Hanlin families in the capital have to send them to our Mansion to study with their connections. They are all based on Mr. Cai's reputation. Mr. Cai is said to be a descendant of Cai Yong, a semi-saint at the end of the Han Dynasty. By the way, there is also the head of the Mansion in the Mansion, which is also a Hanlin literary position..."

Yuan Mu was telling Su Lin about some powerful figures in the palace, but the carriage was about to enter the Jian'an Mansion Gate. However, who expected that someone deliberately set up a roadblock within the Jian'an Mansion Gate to stop their carriage.

"No! Su Lin, it was the Zhao Zhi and Zhao Xiu, who actually asked someone to carry Zhao Shuang's coffin to intercept us at the gate of Jian'an Mansion."

Seeing this, Yuan Mu screamed, and hurriedly called Su Lin in the carriage. Su Lin frowned when he heard this, but he was not panicked. He calmly walked out of the carriage, looked at Zhao Zhi who was glaring at him, and bowed: "Student Su Lin has seen Zhao Xiu, but I don't know what the purpose of Zhao Xiu bringing people here?"

"Hmph! Su Lin, you brutally killed my nephew Zhao Shuang. I am here to ask you for your life now! I will give my life back to you!"

Zhao Zhi asked someone to put down the coffin with a bang and sternly told Su Lin.

The villagers of Jian'an Prefecture who had been watching around were yelling excitedly.

"Oh my God! I said what's so lively! It turns out that someone killed Zhao Daru's legitimate grandson, Grand Master Zhao, who is really desperate! Daru's grandson dares to kill him? Are you afraid of the whole family exterminated the clan?"

"Who is Su Lin? You dare to go against the Zhao family? You look fearless, why have you never heard of it?"

"Hurry up... look, this incident alarmed the prefect. The carriage and horses of the prefect Yuan Tianzhang were coming in front of him?"
Chapter completed!