Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 248 Ji Xiaolan

"Since we are rich, how can there be any reason not to be unwilling? The previous elder brothers have all enjoyed the wealth and honor in the world, and today it is finally our turn."

Old Li with a bald tail is a real dragon bred in the white mountains and black waters. Because his tail was cut to pieces with scissors, he was called Lao Li with a bald tail.

The tiger demon Zhang Ba nodded when he saw that the fragrant fox demon accepted the job, "Now that the fortune of the country has not yet reached the bottom, I will send you to the palace after the old emperor dies."

"As for the swordsman who hurt Hu Mei, I will avenge you." The tiger demon Zhang Ba showed his domineering aura.

"The old emperor ascended the throne on August 50th [-] years ago. This year's August [-]th will be celebrated everywhere. When the time comes, there will be mixed fish and dragons. Brother, I will avenge you personally."

Hearing this, Xianghu Jing limp in Zhang Ba's arms: "Brother, I still have one tail, which was cut off by him. Big brother must help me get it back, otherwise I won't be able to cultivate Nine Tails, and there is no hope of becoming an immortal."

"it is good!"

The tiger demon wraps Xianghu Jing with his big hands, and the strength is so great that it hurts her, and he can't help panting.

It even screamed so that the demons in the cave were blushing, cursing secretly: What a slut.

On the second day, Ji Xiaolan, a scholar of the cabinet, that is, the one with iron teeth and bronze teeth, was ordered by Emperor Qian Yong to compile the complete book of Siku.

However, it was early morning that day, but he sighed for a long time.

I don't know what I'm worrying about, the big tobacco stick, the dry tobacco is taking one sip after another.

Chen Huizu, governor of Fujian and Zhejiang, had just returned to Beijing to congratulate the emperor, and was about to "worship the pier". Seeing this skinny old man, who was worried there, he took the initiative to come forward: "Is the scholar Ji encountering troubles? Can you tell me?" Let me hear? Can you solve your worries and problems?"

Ji Xiaolan glanced at Chen Huizu, and said meaningfully: "General Chen, you should go back after being advised to eat enough."

Chen Huizu has not been in Beijing for a long time, so he should go back after celebrating the [-]th anniversary of my emperor's ascension to the throne, and pay homage to the pier and give gifts.

It is not easy for him to come to the capital, let alone bring a lot of local specialties, such as dried longan from Guangdong, fresh lychees on ice, poria powder, tortoise jelly, etc. These "local specialties" They are all available, and giving gifts is also a favor, not a bribe...

Now you ask me to go back, what's your idea?What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?
Seeing that he didn't understand what she meant, Ji Xiaolan frowned again and took a puff of smoke: "From the beginning of the year to the present, natural disasters have continued. In early March, an earthquake occurred in Yumen, Gansu, causing heavy casualties; Hunger was everywhere; in May, Qingzhou, Shandong suffered another disaster, and the people were so hungry that they were eating dirt and people. There were also floods in Jian'an, Fujian, and Pingxiang, Jiangxi..."

"Huh? Aren't these things not reported?" Chen Huizu said: "I see that all the newspapers in various places are auspicious."

Ji Xiaolan sighed: "Yes, that's why I told the general to go back quickly. I should advise His Majesty to set up as many tables as you like. There is not enough money in the treasury for disaster relief. How can you have the mood to organize a celebration?"

"The civil and military officials of the whole court do not tell the truth, and what the scholars say becomes lies. The emperor has been on the throne for 50 years. This is a great joy. How can we be perfunctory? Mr. Ji, you and I are all courtiers, and we should be the emperor. Share your worries!"

Ji Xiaolan glanced at him evilly: "How to divide?" But she spread her hands and said: "You give the money to congratulate His Majesty?"

He turned around and left, but his heart was full of sadness. Nowadays, disasters and accidents are happening frequently in the world, which is obviously not a good thing, but the emperor wants to hold a big celebration, which wastes people's money. All civil and military officials know that this place is rotten to the bone, but they accompany the emperor to act.

Can't help but sigh: "This Daman Dynasty, I'm afraid it will come to an end."

After returning home, Ji Xiaolan was still depressed, so she changed into her normal clothes and went out for a walk.

Walking and walking, I came to a Taoist temple and saw an old Taoist playing chess with a young Taoist. Ji Xiaolan could not help but be attracted by this.

Here is the Laojun view of Lin Zhuming's order.

"Young people play chess very fiercely. This old dragon is about to be slaughtered."

Ji Xiaolan read it together, and suddenly thought: "Isn't this just like the current imperial court? If the inside of the imperial court is a bit rotten, the whole country will be rotten. If everything here is rotten, there will be uprisings everywhere..."

"I lost." The veteran Daolong was slaughtered, unable to return to heaven, he couldn't help but said: "Little friend is full of murderous intent, and he is always on the move. Although the veteran is old, his chess strength is not as good as yours. It really is the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead."

Lin Zhuming clasped his fists slightly: "Old practitioners don't compete for victory, and their hearts are calm. I intend to compete for victory, so it doesn't matter whether I am good or bad in chess."

Ji Xiaolan saw that the two of them did not look like ordinary people, so she bowed slightly: "The two of you seem to be among gods, I wonder if it is possible to explain the hexagram?"

Lin Zhuming saw that his whole body was full of literary energy, enveloped by tube energy, and a crane hovering faintly, so he knew that this was an imperial official, and a civil official at that.

He just opened his mouth and said: "You can't count all the hexagrams, it's better not to count, if you believe it, it will be a definite number, if you don't believe it, you will change your fate against the sky."

The old Taoist also laughed: "The old Taoist doesn't know how to interpret hexagrams, he only knows how to see a doctor."

Ji Xiaolan then asked: "If there is a person who suffers from heat and poison in the internal organs and abscesses all over his body, but he does not want to see a doctor or take medicine, but only believes in himself, and instead wants to take supplements, ginseng and deer antler, but none of them will fall, is this possible cure? "

"Wait to die." The old man shook his head: "There is no cure."

Lin Zhuming was a little thoughtful.

Ji Xiaolan sighed: "So, I understand." After thanking the two of them, they went back home.

"This old man is very interesting." Lin Zhuoming laughed, and continued to play chess with the old man.

"There is a saying that treats the head for a headache, treats the foot for a pain in the foot, and sticks dog skin plasters to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. If you don't dig out the carrion, don't use strong medicines, and don't change your attitude towards treatment, if you don't worry yourself and don't listen to the doctor's advice, then you will be treated again. How can it be cured? Even ginseng and deer antler hang on to your life, it also consumes energy, and sooner or later the oil will be exhausted, and once you die, you will find that the internal organs and bone marrow are rotting away before the flesh."

"It makes sense." Lin Zhuming restrained himself a lot in this game of chess.

Yan Dan didn't know how to play chess, so he watched Xiaodao Tong copying scriptures beside him: "The handwriting must be written correctly, don't waste time on pen and ink, cleverness is not enough."

Xiao Daotong pursed his mouth: You don't practice your sword well, why bother with my writing?If you have nothing to do, you can catch mice.

And all over the country, local officials have begun to recruit elderly people over the age of [-] from various families to pay "Renrui" to the imperial court.

Poor many old people are over 100 years old, and they still have to travel and travel. Many of them died on the road directly, or couldn't get sick.

So local officials even recruited people in their 140s and 160s. If they were less than [-] years old, they would change their household registration to make them [-] years old. Some exaggerated changes, such as [-]s and [-]s.

(End of this chapter)