jdhmnovel Chapter 466 Tang Travel (8)
Chapter 466 Tang Travel (8)
When the village chief was selling the land, in order not to cause trouble for Wangyou, he always communicated with village chiefs of good character and even deliberately bypassed the land owned by the five surnames and seven clans.
Ordinary people have their own wisdom for survival.
However, not many seeds were planted this year, so the number of seeds sold was also limited. Wangyou then proposed a method of composting based on the book.
They also organized the villagers to reclaim wasteland. After all, one advantage at this time was that the first three years of land reclamation were tax-free. Three years was enough for every household to have surplus grain, and they didn't have to worry about not being able to pay taxes.
Scholars, farmers, artisans, merchants, and merchants were ranked last, and there were restrictions on their clothing. In other words, even if someone was extremely wealthy, they could not wear fine silks and satins.
Therefore, Wangyou never intended to go into business from the beginning. Instead, she focused on teaching a group of children. Once these children achieved academic success, it would be much easier for the villagers to go into business.
Sometimes Wangyou would think that she was really asking for trouble. Although it wasn't really suffering, if she had just shown weakness in the palace, she would definitely be in a much better situation than she is now. But she's the kind of person who will take anything but suffer a loss.
"Monkey, monkey, let's go to the mountains to pick wild produce and gather some herbs while we're at it."
"Alright, let's go!"
The two walked deeper into the mountains, collecting quite a few rare herbs. Wangyou casually picked a few spiritual herbs from her spatial storage and handed them to the monkey, which took them and ate them raw, showing that it was quite used to them.
"Do you really not want to cultivate or live forever? With your talent, you'll definitely progress very quickly."
"I can just practice martial arts. The world today can't accommodate too many people cultivating immortality, otherwise the West wouldn't be trying so hard to scheme against the East's fortune."
"Indeed, it is said that in ancient times, there were golden immortals everywhere. Unlike now, there is nothing left, and there are hardly any demons. But if Guanyin finds out that I, Old Sun, am missing, will she be furious?"
"They'll probably succeed, but they won't find out for a while. They'll have plenty of opportunities to watch the show." Wangyou's eyes flashed with interest. Watching a group of immortals make a scene would definitely be very interesting.
"I'll take you with me then. I'm only one step away from becoming a Great Luo Golden Immortal. I'll definitely get my revenge then."
"Then you'd better cultivate diligently. You're still a bit short of becoming a Great Luo Golden Immortal. You should at least strive to become a Quasi-Saint so that you'll have the qualifications to negotiate with those immortals."
"You're right, I, Old Sun, really need to cultivate properly. I'm not good enough at the Great Luo level." Sun Wukong pondered what other ways there might be to quickly improve his cultivation. Maybe he should go to the Tushita Palace again and steal another elixir.
"I just remembered something that should be helpful to you. Come in with me." Wangyou looked around to make sure no one was there, then grabbed Sun Wukong's hand and entered the Peach Blossom Spring space.
"This is your blessed land, even more beautiful and full of spiritual energy than my Flower Fruit Mountain."
"Look at that little cloud, do you think you can use it?" Wangyou raised her little finger and pointed to the purple cloud floating in the sky.
Sun Wukong looked in the direction Wangyou pointed and gasped in shock. "I'm not seeing things, am I? That's Primordial Purple Qi, such a huge mass."
"So it's called Primordial Purple Qi." Wangyou summoned the little cloud and poked it. "Here you go."
"If you really give this to me, Old Sun, I'd work for you my whole life and still not be able to pay it back!"
"Then you'll have to fight for several lifetimes." Wangyou smiled. "This thing should be useful for your cultivation."
"It's not just useful, the Primordial Purple Qi is the key to becoming a saint. Don't worry, I, Old Sun, will never let you down. Just a trace is enough."
"Use it as you see fit. What's given to you is yours. From now on, you can stay here and cultivate!"
"Then let's go out first, and I'll continue my cultivation when we get back."
Wangyou nodded, and the two of them came out of the Peach Blossom Spring space again, strolled around the mountains for a while, and then went back.
After returning, Sun Wukong was taken into Wangyou's spatial storage to cultivate properly.
"Hunter, when did you get back? I thought you'd gone off to play in the wild." Wangyou couldn't help but pat Hunter's head as she saw him eating meat.
Today, the hawk's wingspan is as big as half a house, it is self-sufficient, and it often brings prey home.
The next day, Wangyou went to teach her friends as usual. Everyone put in their best effort to learn, even those who had no talent, just thinking that it would be good to be a shopkeeper.
In short, no one was unwilling, which made Wangyou very gratified.
Two years later, Wangyou estimated their strength and decided they were ready to enter the fray, leaving the rest to the village chief.
While her friends were taking their exams, Wangyou heard some good news: the Empress was dying.
This meant that she was about to be poisoned, and Wangyou was quite eager to see her in her terrible state.
However, Wukong seemed to have gained some enlightenment a few days ago, and is now in a very strange state, and it is unknown when he will wake up.
Therefore, Wangyou started going to Chang'an more often. Now she is nine years old, and no one in the Tang Dynasty can beat her in martial arts. Of course, no one can beat her outside the city either.
So now Qingman is very relieved. She has a lot more free time now. Two years ago, two more housewives were added to the family to help with chores, so Qingman gradually became more relaxed.
When Wangyou arrived in Chang'an, she found a teahouse that she knew well, where she drank tea, listened to storytelling, and occasionally heard some gossip.
However, when Wangyou is out, she rarely eats cooked food. It's because the food eaten in the Tang Dynasty is still made with coarse salt, and in many places, vinegar cloth is used, which tastes simply indescribable.
Fine salt is naturally refined, so their family and the entire Qingtian Village eat fine salt. Their palates have become so discerning that they find it difficult to swallow anything from outside.
When Wangyou goes out, she always carries a small jar of tea with her. When she arrives at a teahouse, she asks the waiter to bring her a pot of plain water. Most people here drink tea soup or have tea served in a teahouse, which Wangyou is not used to.
Thanks to the village chief's efforts over the years, crops such as corn, sweet potatoes, cotton, and soybeans have finally been introduced, and many villagers are finally able to have enough to eat.
Of course, in a large forest, there are all kinds of birds. It wasn't that no one thought of taking these high-yield crops to the government office to ask for a reward, but they soon discovered that those who had such thoughts couldn't even leave the village, and that no one could grow this kind of grain anymore.
After some people broke the law, no one thought of tipping off the authorities anymore.
How did Wangyou manage to do that? Of course, she had Sun Wukong do some tricks. She wasn't stupid; she sympathized with the common people but not with Li Shimin. She didn't want her actions to benefit Li Shimin.
"Hey, isn't that the little girl?"
"Little girl, it's great to see you again."
"Is there something you need?" Wangyou asked casually, taking a sip of tea as she looked at Cheng Yaojin, Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong, and Li Shimin.
"No, it's nothing. I was just a little worried because I hadn't seen you for the past few years. Now that I see you're alright, I'm happy, Old Cheng."