jdhmnovel Chapter 182 The Slap of Half-Step Divine Wandering
Chapter 182 The Slap of Half-Step Divine Wandering
Tianqi City is located in the northeast of Chaisang City, more than 1,500 miles away.
Even though Wen Yanzhao had reached the level of half-step spiritual wandering, he could only travel 800 miles a day.
As the saying goes, even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare run like this...
At the hour of You that day, the sun was setting in the west. Wen Yanzhao stopped and rolled over to the ground.
He stretched out his hands to erect a pergola, and gazed into the still glaring sunset...
This place is the territory of Jizhou, 800 miles southwest of Tianqi City. The city three miles away is the second largest city in Zizhou - Xingyang City.
"Looks like we'll have to stay here tonight. At this rate, we'll definitely reach Southwest Road before dark tomorrow!"
Put your hands down, Wen Yanzhao thought to himself.
Yanyang is an ancient city located in the heart of the Central Plains to the north. For two hundred years, it has been famous for its abundant farmland and abundant wheat and millet.
Therefore, there is an old saying in the local area: If the food in Qiyang is ripe, the food in Zizhou will be sufficient.
The money and grain from a city can actually support an entire state, which is enough to show the status of the city of Yanyang!
However, Wen Yanzhao’s destination this time was not Yanyang City.
The capital of Zizhou is Daliang City. Judging from the information provided by Ji Ruofeng, the tax silver transported by Zizhou to the imperial city of Tianqi must have started from Daliang City.
However, this time, Wen Yanzhao's first destination was Chaisang City in the Southwest Road.
For Wen Yanzhao now, a three-mile journey is just a matter of sprinkling water.
He flew over to the foot of the city of Yanyang. Above the city gate hung a large plaque with two bold and unrestrained characters "Yanyang" written on it.
It is said that these two words were written by Emperor Tianwu Xiao Yi at the request of his good friend Li Xuan. Over the past hundred years, the plaque has been repainted and repaired every few years.
But after all, it is not made of gold or iron, and you can still see the traces of time left.
Wen Yanzhao specially wore a dark green shorts today, and the ostentatious cloak was still behind him.
The poisonous mist above was as black as ink, and three large characters "Poison Sword Immortal" condensed on the cloak, as if he was afraid that others would not recognize it!
As you enter the city of Yanyang, you are greeted by the smell of burning charcoal, a unique scent found in the heart of the Central Plains in winter.
Wen Yanzhao walked around the crowd, looked around along the way, found an inn that looked pretty good and walked in.
After paying one day's room fee in advance and asking the waiter to deliver some food, Wen Yanzhao closed the door.
While eating, he unfolded the white scroll in the storage space that was exchanged for ten thousand taels of gold (not redeemed yet) and spread it on the table.
Zizhou was the state that paid the least taxes among the four southern states. Even though it had Yanyang, which was the world's leading producer of wheat and millet, it could not compete with the other three states whose main industries were commerce and mining.
"If we follow what Bai Juan wrote, the maximum amount of silver in Daliang City, Zizhou, this year is no more than 2.3 million taels..."
"When I was little, my grandfather told me that the most fertile land in Jizhou could only produce two dan (240 jin) of wheat per mu, which, at market price, could be exchanged for one qian and six liang of silver."
"A small family of four or five people may have at most three or five mu of thin land. If they become tenants and sell it to a local wealthy family, they will not have a single mu of land left."
"Even if an acre can yield two dan in a good year, the land tax and the capitation tax in Jizhou combined means that each person has to pay more than two taels of silver!"
"The people in the heart of the Central Plains are truly pitiful. Even if they worked themselves to death in the wheat fields all year round, I'm afraid they wouldn't even earn enough to make a living."
Wen Yanzhao was eating the Yanyang soup noodles brought by the waiter, calculating in his mind and sighing.
When Emperor Tianwu Xiao Yi first established Beili, the land tax and capitation tax in the heartland of the Central Plains were equivalent to four coins of silver per person.
Even in a year of famine, the people can still survive on the surplus grain from previous years.
By the time it was passed down to the generation before Emperor Tai'an, taxes in various places had already increased to more than one tael and eight coins!
In addition, the two generations of emperors conquered Beique and Xichu, and the military pay and food required naturally fell on the common people.
Up to now, every person owed the royal family two and a half taels of silver in land tax as soon as they opened their eyes!
After finishing the soup noodles with Momentary Fragrance, Wen Yanzhao burped, his mind full of taxes and levies from Zizhou.
He stretched himself, collected his thoughts, and silently memorized the route from Yanyang to Chaisang City. After a quick wash, he fell into a deep sleep...
……
Nan Jue, at the foot of Zhuiyun Peak.
When Ye Dingzhi heard the messenger say that he was a servant of the Yi family who had watched Yi Wenjun grow up since childhood, he did not make things difficult for him.
This man was not a servant who had watched Yi Wenjun grow up. He was the third disciple under Yi Buzuo and a younger generation from the Yi family's branch.
This man's name was Yi Bai, and he was Yi Bu's nephew. He was only a dozen years older than Yi Wenjun.
All his kung fu skills were inherited from Yi Bu, and his current level of cultivation is only at the Vajra Ordinary Realm.
Because he looks honest and sincere, and acts rigorously and meticulously, he was assigned by Ib to be a messenger.
Although the Shadow Sect's influence spread all over the world, they still couldn't find the exact location of Yushengmo's secluded residence.
Moreover, not to mention the steep cliffs under the Falling Cloud Peak, the paths are winding and difficult to walk on.
Even if ordinary people knew the location of this place, it would be difficult for them to set foot on Zhuiyun Peak!
After the servant left, Ye Dingzhi immediately opened the letter and saw Yi Wenjun's beautiful handwriting:
"Written by Ye Yun himself, it's a relief to see you in person!"
Since you left the palace, Wenjun has missed you day and night, worried and anxious, and your face is all in her mind.
Panzhi and Brother Yun travel around the world, Panzhi and Brother Yun roam the world without restraint!
Now that I have received my father's consent, I dare to write this letter to Brother Yun. If you can see what I have said,
I sincerely hope that Brother Yun can return to Tianqi to see her again, even just for once, to relieve Wenjun’s pain of missing him day and night!
If Wenjun gets married in the future, I'm afraid she will never see Brother Yun again in this life.
When I think of this, my heart is broken and I am heartbroken!
Fortunately, my father promised that if Brother Yun returned to Tianqi City, he could come to the palace to have a chat.
Neither the imperial court nor the Yingzong will make things difficult for you.
I miss you every day but I can’t see you, even though I’ve put down my brows, the worry is still in my heart…
Brother Yun, no matter if you are far away or right in front of me, you must reply to Wenjun when you see this letter!
Yi Wenjun's Book
After reading the letter, Ye Dingzhi was silent for a long time.
The sword slave behind him clearly saw drops of tears running down the letter paper, soaking it.
"Wenjun! Wait for me... I will definitely bring you back!"
"what!!"
Ye Dingzhi put the letter in his arms and let out a long roar towards the sky!
……
Back at the wooden house at the foot of Zhuiyun Peak, Yu Shengmo was meditating and regulating his breathing.
Hearing footsteps outside the house, Yu Shengmo's ears moved slightly, and he knew that Ye Dingzhi had returned.
"Disciple, who is trespassing into Falling Cloud Peak?"
Ye Dingzhi's eyes were red and he looked a little dazed.
After a while, he slowly answered:
"It's a messenger!"
Yu Shengmo looked at his apprentice and chuckled:
"It must be that girl's letter. They are really powerful. They were able to track me down!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Dingzhi fell to his knees:
"Master, please forgive me. I should bring his head back to you so that no one can disturb you!"
Yu Shengmo shook his head and said softly:
"How can this be? He's delivering a letter to his lover, and you kill him with a sword. Isn't that too depressing?"
Ye Dingzhi heard that Yu Shengmo's words seemed to contain some teasing, and said dejectedly:
"Master, please stop making fun of me. I..."
"I'm so confused right now... I don't know whether I should keep the appointment!"
When Yu Shengmo heard the word "appointment", his expression suddenly changed:
"A date? What date? Whose date? That girl's?"
Ye Dingzhi sat on the rattan chair next to Yu Shengmo and said "hmm".
Yu Shengmo suddenly sighed deeply:
"She's writing to ask you to come now?"
"Doesn't she know that Tianqi City is now spreading arrest warrants and that the damned Beili Emperor wants to kill you day and night?"
Ye Dingzhi turned his head away, not daring to look at Yu Shengmo:
"This...she knows."
Yu Sheng Mo then asked:
"If you knew that, why did you go to the appointment?"
"If my guess is correct, her father is the leader of the Shadow Sect and a master of the Fuyao Realm... not to mention the hundreds of thousands of Shadow Sect disciples under his command!"
"She asked you to go to the appointment, but it seems like she's asking you to walk into a trap!"
Ye Dingzhi knew it, of course, but when his love brain came into play, he didn't care about it at all. With tears in his eyes, he stammered:
"Master, these disciples naturally know! But..."
"Snapped!"
Yu Shengmo rarely raised his hand and slapped Ye Dingzhi!
Ye Dingzhi's eyes were filled with astonishment, his face quickly turned red, leaving a clear handprint.
This was the first time that Ye Dingzhi’s master had hit him since he became Yu Shengmo’s disciple!
"But what but? Your master won't let you go!"
……
(Okay, okay, good job! I've been wanting to find someone to slap Ye Dingzhi for a long time! There's really no cure for love-sickness...)
(Thanks to all the babies who have always supported Daju. It’s a little late today! But I still love you~)