Over the past three years, there have been rapid changes and dark tides.

Song Qianji cultivated thousands of canals and buried his head in the fields, not knowing that the years passed by.

When Meng Heze found him, he was watering spring cabbage in the four-season shed.

After cultivating the "seed field" with excellent seeds, the four-season shed built by Song Qianji was also gradually promoted in Qianqu County.

The soil in the gauze tent maintains the temperature using a formation and controls the light with an improved light concentration talisman. People in Qianqu also eat fresh vegetables in the cold and boring winter, and no longer rely on pickled vegetables to get through the winter.

The green vegetable leaves are hung with water droplets, crispy and tender, like newly unearthed water-type jadeite. Song Qianji couldn't help but praise: "It's good recently, keep working hard!"

Bai Cai was too lazy to pay attention to him, and lazily shining the golden light of the concentrating talisman.

Meng Heze thought he praised him and immediately became energetic: "Good senior brother! The candidate for the director of Qianqu Library is very impressive!"

Song Qianji was stunned for a moment, and this was the case.

In order to accumulate points, the "working soul" in the wheat field writes classics and Taoist books day and night.

The souls chatted and discussed each other in daily chatting and verified what they learned, not only completed some ancient books that had been lost for many years, but also eliminated the shortcomings of old martial arts and improved new martial arts.

After three years of accumulation, the classics collected by Qianqu Library have become more complete and advanced than those collected by Huaweizong.

In the past, precious classics that were worth ten thousand gold and needed to be borrowed by disciples, were printed and printed, and turned into ordinary books on bookshelf.

The threshold for cultivation and learning is no longer too high. In Qianqu, even if you don’t have spiritual roots, you have to go to school to learn calligraphy and make sense.

With books, someone has to teach and someone has to take care of them.

But there is no special person to use Qiankui. Meng Heze takes over the hunting team and the city defense team, Ji Chen takes over all the formations, Xu ‌shan and Qiu Dacheng take over the money and grain trade routes, household registration houses, Zhou Xiaoyun and Ji Xing manage the clinic and hygiene, Liu Carpenter brings materials to help people build sheds in each village, and Tie Sanniu is busy building bridges and reservoirs... Each person has two or three things in his hands and can't get rid of them.

A year ago, Song Qianji issued a notice to recruit teachers and library directors, and the treatment was better.

Scholars and calligraphy and painting enthusiasts all over the world came to hear the news. Half of them are rich in books, and half are seeing Song Qianji with their own eyes.

After the news conference, the Calligraphy Saint was a guest, no longer picked up his pen, and no longer rated his calligraphy and paintings. "Heroic Posts" were called "the last good word", and no one surpassed it in recent years.

Every day, there is a talisman in Tiancheng Square, looking up at the plaque with "a thousand pounds per mu", drawing in the air, thinking about the pen, and losing his eyes, as if his soul is out of body.

Although there are many stories of Song Qianji circulating in Qianqu, there are no poems or songs.

Most of them are "potatoes, cabbage, wheat seedlings, corn" and other flower names such as "wisteria, magnolia, azalea, and immature flowers".

Among them, "Encouraging Learning" was written to encourage young people from the border village who were unwilling to go to school to learn to read. The general meaning was "Sharpening a knife will not delay chopping wood, and then farm after studying in the school." It encourages people to first know how to calculate numbers, recognize words and understand the truth, and master basic agricultural knowledge.

The whole article is only a hundred words, simple and easy to understand, and has both emotion and reason. The characters are not fancy, the writing is simple and solid, and the structure is as clever as a clumsy.

Many scholars have thoughts about copying calligraphy and go to Qiangu.

As many literati often hold literary meetings and write poems, leaving behind many poems that witnessed the development of Qianqu. Poems and essays were widely circulated and attracted more people to Qianqu.

Meng Heze was afraid of stepping on the seedlings, so he was careful to shrink on the ridge: "This man is only thirty years old. Although he is ordinary in his cultivation, he is well-read and has a good reputation for various classics and skills. He has a gentle temper. He is very patient with questions from his disciples. He is good at sorting, cleaning, and storage. After a year of observation, among the teachers in the lunar calendar, he is the most suitable for being a curator."

Song Qianji scooped another scoop of water: "Then choose him."

He answered casually, but Meng Heze hesitated: "As soon as I mentioned, my senior brother agreed immediately, it's not appropriate. Maybe he has any big problems, but I didn't come out... The position of director is of great importance. Why don't we wait and investigate for a while?"

"I'm meeting this person." Song Qianji smiled, "Is it appropriate? It's up to me to decide, okay?"

He vaguely guessed what Meng Heze was worried about. It was nothing more than recruiting a housekeeper after leaving three years ago.

"Okay, that's great!" Meng Heze finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go!"

"No hurry." Song Qianji said, "I will finish the watering here first and raise my feet."

...

Qianqu Library is designed by Sigong Tie Sanniu, connected by three museums, each with three floors and three roads in the museum.

A circling staircase, a gentle slope, and a manpowered hand-crank lift are convenient for all kinds of people.

Meng Heze led Song Qian to the stairs and found the young man who was writing the book at his desk and editing entries for the books on the third floor.

"This is Mr. Zhu Ping." Meng Heze said.

The young man wore a long gown, with a gentle temperament, and stood calmly, "Song Xianguan, I have long admired him."

"Hello, Mr., are you still used to it when you come to Qianqu?" Song Qianji silently recited his name, and his face was detailed, and he always felt very familiar and had a blurred impression.

The three of them greeted each other for a moment, Zhu Ping guessed why they came and understood that this was a scene of exam discussion, so he was naturally a little nervous.

Meng Heze is so nervous. I have been taking Wei Ping away for three years. Besides, today is not considered after leaving.

Song Qianji flipped Zhu Ping's work notes, and he talked about book classification, indexing, and suggestions for Qianqu Academy. He felt that this person was indeed careful and intelligent, and his handwriting was inexplicably familiar.

The two were nervous, the other was silent, and the awkward atmosphere was ten feet apart.

Suddenly, Song Qianji slapped the table and said, "Mr. Zhu, you are still so young!"

He finally came. Isn’t this the Provost of Qingya seventy years later?

Mr. Zhu was startled, and Meng Heze looked at him at a loss, so he could only stumbling: "Song, the official Song Xianguan is younger, no, he is younger than me."

"Why did Mr. Zhu come to Qianqu in the first place?"

Song Qianji was shocked. Their grass-roots team Qianqu County had become so famous. Did the corner of the Dazhai Qingya be dug up?

"I said that Qianqu people are simple and have rich books, and when I need a teacher, I came." Zhu Ping looked around the bookshelf, "There are more books here than I do, and it is the holy paradise for scholars."

Song Qianji asked: "Qianqu Library is not long ago, and it is about to be large, and Qingya Library is ten times larger than here."

"Four years ago, the population of Huawei City was ten times more than Qianqu, but what about now?" Zhu Ping whispered, "To be honest, I have a bad background. If no one recommends it, I will see some precious classics with my own eyes, it will probably take more than twenty years."

"It's true." Song Qianji suddenly realized.

The larger the scale, the more concerned the employment of people, the more complete and complex the system.

Zhu Ping nodded when he saw him, his expression was gentle, his nervousness dissipated for most of his time, and he smiled:

"I read "Encouraging Learning", and I appreciate the view of Song Xianguan's "teaching but not being different". Who said that mortals should not be able to read? Farmers should not be able to read? Now the Tao of the face is getting more and more chaotic. A group of young monks hold thoughts and debates every day, long and long, and insist on refuting the other party, or even drawing their swords to face each other... I just hope that there is a party, without men, women, young and old, regardless of their origin, everyone can write their own name."

Meng Heze interrupted curiously: "What question is debating?"

Zhu Ping smiled bitterly: "There are all kinds of questions, and the one who quarreled the most is to argue whether Fairy Miaoyan is beautiful or not. If Fairy Miaoyan is not beautiful, then what is the standard of beauty? Does beauty need standards?"

Song Qianji was very worried, this Tao has indeed changed.

Before we knew it, Miaoyan's most beautiful consensus was controversial, and Ziyun Temple and Qingya were no longer the only way out for scholars and questioners in the world of cultivation.

He pondered for a moment: "Is there anyone in Mr. Zhu's family? Are you willing to settle in Qianqu?"

Zhu Ping said: "My parents died early. I am the eldest in the family. There are two younger brothers, one sister, and four brothers and sisters depend on each other for their lives." He said that his family members had a much gentler expression, "I like stability and tranquility, and I like to study and teach, but my second brother is aggressive and brave. He joined King Wei two years ago and was determined to make a new world..."

Meng Heze saw the word "King of Wei" and browsed, and he hurriedly Song Qianji's expression.

Song Qianji touched his eyebrows, still smiled kindly, and signaled to the other party to continue talking.

Wei Yu established autonomy in Tianbeizhou and officially became king in 2019.

He acts high-profile and ostentatious, but has many enemies, and he is fighting for half a year.

"My third brother does not like to study and learn, does not want to come to Qianqu, does not like to fight, and does not like to fight in the Acropolis. He is dull but very down-to-earth and diligent. He said that Fairy Chen is the most patient, guides his practice step by step every day, and does not dislike his disciple qualifications. He then went to Tiandongzhou and joined the "Xiaohua Weizong".

When Meng Heze saw "Fairy Chen", he couldn't help but Song Qianji.

Song Qianji only asked: "Where is Ling Mei now?"

"My sister's spiritual vein is not strong enough, not suitable for practicing swords and swords, but she has the talent for sound and Taoism. Now she is thrown into the Immortal Yin, and Fairy He is under the seat of Fairy He. It has been a public secret that the two factions split and confrontation in the Immortal Yin, which is a time to use people in recent years.

"These four parties are now regardless of their origin. The four brothers and sisters are now scattered across the world and going their own way, and they promise to gather together at home on the Lantern Festival every year."

At this point, the three of them were silent. They felt that the future was promising and full of hope, and they felt that the road ahead was unpredictable and the sorrow of parting was added.

Song Qianji spoke first: "Everyone showed their strengths and did their own ways, but they watched over each other, which is good."

Zhu Pingxi said: "Song Xianguan is indeed enlightened."

Song Qianji said again: "But the world is big and small. If one day, King Wei will compete for something, or Xiaohua Weizong's fairy voice will be in opposition, what will you do? Did you ever be the elder brother and sister?"

Zhu Ping sighed: "Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness are in a dilemma, we should give our own advice."

At this point, it's time to finish speaking. Song Qianji insisted on asking thoroughly:

"What if you don't just give advice, but meet on the battlefield, and you hold a sword in your hand, your younger brother and sister also hold a sword in your hand, and recognize each other face to face?"

Meng Heze was stunned and worried, and secretly asked Senior Brother Song whether he asked the four brothers and sisters of the Zhu family or his old friends.

Mr. Zhu was speechless and suddenly said loudly: "What's the better to force people to kill each other? Then, if you throw your sword, no matter which king or sect, or what kind of heroic deeds, we brothers and sisters will be the wandering cultivators in the world!"

He slapped the table and was furious, no longer elegant and gentle.

Meng Heze's eyes turned dark, and his heart was over, and the director could not be selected.

But Song Qianji smiled and said, "Mr. Suitable for Qianqu, Qianqu is also suitable for Qianqu. Today, Qianqu has a new position as a minister, and will manage various schools, compile teaching materials, and educate all the people. Can the director Zhu, be willing to serve as a minister?"

...

When Song Qianji left Qianqu Library, it was almost dusk and the lights were beginning to brighten.

Someone was reading loudly in the school behind the library, and the sound was sent by the spring breeze, like the willow branches floating high and low on the street.

The willows are new and the scenery is old.

Songyuan is similar every year, Songyuan has changed dramatically, wars are everywhere, and new routes are spread across four continents.
To be continued...