Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

   Some words can be used literally.

   For example, "exhibition".

   Yao Qing listened to Cheng Ling's words, and always felt as if he had realized something vaguely. Suddenly, it seemed as if an infinitely vast new world was slowly unfolding in front of him, waving to him.

   Yao Qing was extremely itchy, but the new world seemed like a beautiful flower, separated by clouds, he could clearly see some real meaning, but unfortunately he couldn't really understand it very well.

   Really, really…

   Yao Qing looked forward to Cheng Ling's in-depth explanation, but Cheng Ling did not.

   She only said: "Yao Dianbo, after returning to the county office, do you understand how to write the official document?"

   Yao Qing said with an "ah": "Xia, the official understands."

When    left Xiaoshu Village, Cheng Ling, as a "businessman" in Yongzhou, took most of the remaining yam eggs from Xu Er's family in front of the villagers.

   This move undoubtedly greatly stimulated the enthusiasm of the villagers for yam, and everyone immediately decided to take good care of yam.

   Mrs. Xu's widow was very reluctant to leave Cheng Ling. When Cheng Ling and his party walked to the head of the village, the widow suddenly ran to Cheng Ling with a small bamboo-woven fish basket.

   "God, immortal brother!" He shouted timidly and shyly.

   Regarding this title, Cheng Ling actually corrected him several times. However, children often have the stubbornness of children, and the widow deserves it well every time, but when he calls someone, he still can't control it, and unconsciously calls out "Brother Fairy" to Cheng Ling. four words.

  Probably in the child's heart, Cheng Ling will always be the godly youth who came down from the sky to save him between life and death—

  If they are not gods, how can there be people in the world who are both so beautiful and so capable?

   Forget it, the explanation is unclear, and Cheng Ling simply did not bother to say it later.

   Anyway, when the child grows up, she will naturally know that there are no gods in this world, and she is just a mortal.

However, at this moment, Dangwa'er held up the small fish basket and said, "Brother Shenxian, these are the small fish and shrimps I caught in the river. They have been dried and baked until crispy, and they are placed in the basket. The basket is also cleaned...you, you take it with you to eat on the road."

When    heard these words in Cheng Ling's ears, there was still a small but warm surging in Cheng Ling's heart.

   She was about to reach out to pick up the small fish basket, but Madam Xu suddenly rushed out, her face was red and her face was ashamed.

   Mrs. Xu stretched out her palm and patted the widow's head, blaming: "Dead child, what kind of words! What kind of character is Cheng Langjun? Eat your rotten fish and rotten shrimp? Why don't you take it back!"

   On the other hand, he was extremely frightened, and quickly explained to Cheng Ling: "Don't blame Cheng Langjun, little lady...I, I...Alas, it's all children who are ignorant. These pickled things don't dare to defile Langjun's eyes."

   Said, he was about to take the fish basket from the widow's hand!

   She actually really felt that the behavior of the childish baby was an insult to Cheng Ling, so she couldn't wait to jump out, trying to save the child's rashness.

Cheng Ling was stunned for a moment, until Madam Xu's hand fell on the fish basket, until the widow cried out with tears: "No, no, A-Niang, the small fish is delicious after drying, it's not a stinky fish... "

   The adults and children wrestled, and Cheng Ling reached out at this moment.

   She made a slight effort and took away the small fish basket that was being fought over by the mother and son.

  Xu Niangzi shouted in fear and anxiety: "Cheng Langjun...Ouch!"

  The inertia of the fish basket being taken away suddenly made Xu Niangzi stumble back two steps, while the widow, who was also unstable, was supported by Cheng Ling's small collar.

Cheng Ling ignored Mrs. Xu, just held the fish basket in one hand, and pressed the other hand on the shoulder of the baby, and bent down to look at the child, and said, "This kind of dried small fish and shrimp is your usual snack. no?"

   Nuowaer still had tears in her eyes and grievances on her face, but when Cheng Ling asked him, he quickly cheered up and said, "Yes, it's delicious, and it doesn't stink."

  Cheng Ling smiled and said, "Yes, it really doesn't stink. I can smell the fragrance through the fish basket. Thank you for your gift, I like it very much."

  The baby's eyes lit up, like two small wildflowers in spring, facing the wind, even though they are so thin and quiet, they are so tenacious.

   Cheng Ling personally carried the fish basket and took out a small booklet from the shoulder bag beside him.

   It is said to be a booklet, but this booklet is actually only half the size of a regular booklet.

  This is Cheng Ling's essay, recording her farming experience during her visit to the countryside.

The main content of    is on the one hand the relationship between the agricultural time and the time of the day, and on the other hand is some highly experienced agricultural skills.

   Most of these techniques were learned from old farmers in the countryside, and some were summed up by Cheng Ling.

   This booklet looks like a small value, but in fact its value is immeasurable.

When Cheng Ling wanted to give this booklet as a gift to the naughty baby, beside her, Yang Lin first exclaimed: "Master, no! You, you don't want to bring this thing back and write it into a book. ?"

  Yes, as early as on the way to the countryside, when Cheng Ling visited and recorded, the disciples around her understood that Cheng Ling actually had the idea of ​​​​books.

  Although what she wants to write is only agricultural books, it seems that this is not the mainstream in the contemporary era of Confucianism. But writing a book is of great significance after all.

   If Cheng Ling can complete a sufficiently representative agricultural book in office, her future path, not to mention a completely smooth one, will no longer be shaken by ordinary people.

   Yang Lin was too nervous, but Cheng Ling said: "It's okay, I have everything recorded in the booklet by heart, and I will never forget it. Just go back and write it again."

   "But, but this is the first book you wrote, Master!" Yang Lin hurriedly finished, and hurriedly went over their luggage.

   He quickly dug out a thousand-character text from the luggage, and he didn't even care about the respect of master and apprentice, so he hurriedly shoved the thousand-character text into Cheng Ling's hands.

   "Master, if you want to give a gift in return, this thousand-character essay is more suitable for Mr. Xu Xiaolang."

   Nuowa'er is also surnamed Xu. As for his mother's name Xu Niangzi, it was only because everyone forgot her real surname after getting married. It became a habit to be called Xu Niangzi, but no one knew what her original name was.

   Nuwa'er stared blankly at Cheng Ling, Cheng Ling took the thousand-character text, pondered for a moment, put back his essay book in the bag, and then handed the thousand-character text to the widow.

   She reached out and caressed the top of the child's head, and said, "Jun Xu Xiaolang, I accept your wishes. This thousand-character script is a return gift. I hope that one day, you will be able to read and hyphenate words and rise with the wind."

   Nuwaer collected the book ignorantly, and the messy hair on the temples was smoothed by Cheng Ling.

   A seed is planted, hoping that one day, he will be watered by rain and dew and grow into a green tree.