deceitful cultivator

Chapter 79

Repairing the Huogongtang is more grand than imagined.

At the beginning, it was just a few craftsmen studying how to fill the holes in the courtyard wall, which seemed normal, but later the number increased.

Dozens of people crowded around the Huogongtang and talked about it, even Ren Qing noticed something was wrong.

The craftsmen then brought in the newly fired bricks, and the tiles weighed hundreds of catties, as if they were in a large-scale construction project.

The corners of Ren Qing's mouth twitched. Could it be that Shuli Zhao misunderstood what I said was repairing the courtyard wall, not rebuilding it.

Bofeng was even more sincere and fearful, for fear that it was caused by his own negligence.

Just at this moment, Zhao Shuli came towards the Huogongtang with a happy face, and Ren Qing hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him into the wing.

Zhao Shuli poured some tea and said proudly: "Brother Ren, I am quite satisfied."

According to his vision, the Huogongtang will be completely expanded and Ren Qing's wing room will be separated.

Ren Qing asked blankly: "Master Zhao, what can I do for you?"

Zhao Shuli rubbed his hands with a sneer, showing a humble look that he didn't have when he met the county magistrate: "That..."

"Speak up quickly."

"Sanxiang City holds an imperial examination for the rural examination every five years. This time it is located in the Qinghe Gongyuan in the west of the city. It should be under our jurisdiction."

He was afraid that Ren Qing would refuse, so he hurriedly explained: "It's not too much trouble, I just want to ask Brother Ren to help you look at it."

After Zhao Shuli finished speaking, he took a sip of tea helplessly.

Although the imperial examination was only within the scope of Xiangxiang, it was a major event in Sanxiang City.

Generally speaking, a scholar who passed the government examination after becoming a child student is a scholar, and a scholar must participate in this provincial examination.

Perhaps because of the relatively closed relationship in Xiangxiang, the interval between the provincial examinations is extremely long, and it is said that not many scholars are admitted.

As for the palace examination, I have never heard of it, and no one will go to work in other places.

Ren Qing asked with some doubts: "Why don't I see people discussing this matter?"

"It's still more than a month away, and the temple fair in the west of the city has already opened, so naturally not much attention has been paid to the imperial examination."

The temple fair should be held at the Songzi Niangniang Temple, which is located in the remote west of the city.

In order to bless the birth, the people worshiped the mother who gave birth, and the incense was relatively prosperous on weekdays, and even the temple priests were invited to wait for the birth as a midwife.

Ren Qing learned from Zhao Shuli that the temple fair will last for about seven days, which does not coincide with the imperial examination.

He agreed: "Some small things, no problem."

Zhao Shuli thanked him repeatedly, and when he left, he quietly stuffed a 50 tael silver note under the tea bowl, full of worldly wisdom.

However, Ren Qing has no interest in worldly money now, and the bank notes were conveniently taken into prison in his belly.

For the next few days, he stayed in the Firework Hall to practice the Dragon Snake Ridge.

During the period, Huang Ziwan came over, but only to catch up and chat, which made Ren Qing a little disappointed.

It would be best for him to accept a few missions from the Jail Hall to earn some blood crystals.

But Sanxiang City became more and more stable, mainly because of the relationship between the temple fair and the imperial examination, which led to a large number of street patrols and arrests sooner or later.

The gang is also very face-saving, and honestly manages its own one-acre three-point land.

Ren Qing had nothing to do in his spare time, so he planned to go to the temple fair to relax. Similar scenes only existed in his childhood memory in his previous life.

Ren Qing specially picked an evening, and saw that the streets near the temple were covered with lanterns, and a strong smell of fireworks filled the air.

Such a scale is definitely much better than a shoddy food festival, and it looks extremely lively.

At a glance, there are all mouth-watering delicacies, such as sugar people, sesame cakes, stewed, stinky tofu...

All kinds of fragrances are mixed together, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.

The children were running around on the street, and their parents and relatives hurriedly chased after them.

Ren Qing couldn't help smiling, the urgency in his heart was a little less, and more of a sense of belonging to this other world was gradually born.

He bought a string of candied haws and ate them as he walked. The taste was mainly sweet and sour, and he could also taste the greenness of the hawthorn.

When Ren Qing was approaching the Temple of the Empress, he found that there were many people around, and the atmosphere seemed silent.

The crowd is all women and children, ranging in age from newborns to full hair.

Ren Qing was suddenly surprised, afraid of encountering any accident, he hurried over.

I saw an old Miaozhu who looked over seventy standing in front of the temple. She was distributing peanuts to the crowd and saying some words of blessing.

Lao Miaozhu swept past Ren Qing who was outside the crowd, and then nodded to him inexplicably.

Ren Qing frowned slightly, not knowing what the other party meant, and the Songzi Niangniang Temple was so respected.

He looked around and found that Zhu Ding, who was holding peanuts, was squeezing out from the crowd.

Ren Qing went straight, first stood in front of the ancient tree at the entrance of the temple and waited for a while, and then stepped forward until Zhu Ding got away.

"The messenger..."

Zhu Ding was startled, his face flushed red, and he hesitated.

Ren Qing patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Zhu Ding, why did you come here?"

"I came here because... Actually, I was born in the temple, but my mother passed away early, and I was raised by Luo Niang."

"Mother Luo?"

Ren Qing then learned from Zhu Ding that Luo Niang was the old Miao Zhu, and many people in Sanxiang City were delivered by her.

The temple will also help some orphans who have no father or mother.

"Ren messenger, Luo Niang is a great kind person."

Zhu Ding scratched his head in embarrassment.

He has always regarded Luo Niang as his mother, not only helping to clean, but also donating the extra monthly salary to the temple.

"I see……"

Ren Qing smiled, and then squeezed into the crowd as if no one else was there.

The nearby women and children backed down one after another, and soon he came in front of Luo Niang, who still had a kind smile on her face.

Luo Niang grabbed the peanut and put it in Ren Qing's hand: "Child, reach out and hold it."

Ren Qing peeled the shell and ate one, which was just an ordinary peanut, even slightly damp, which was not very tasty.

"Luo Niang, it tastes good."

But his purpose is not for peanuts, but to contact Luo Niang specifically.

The flow of information surged.

【Luo Ji】

【Age: 48】

【Shouyuan: Seven Years】

[Skill: Summer Grass Jue (without disease)]

[Created by Tai Sui Daojun, to practice this method, you need to swallow 75 kinds of colorless and formless diseases. 】

Ren Qing threw peanuts into his mouth as he walked, and couldn't help but be full of thoughts.

Cordyceps?

Diseases don’t refer to germs, right? This technique is a bit powerful, and a disease-free person is like what Buddhism says is spotless and untainted.

Ren Qing hadn't really learned about the fertility rate in Sanxiang City before.

Thinking about it now, in a world full of sorcery, maybe a woman's October pregnancy is not as dangerous as imagined.

The Songzi Niangniang may also be a jailer, and may even have reached the state of Yin.

The water is really deep.

　The next chapter has to be slow, work has been delayed.

　
(End of this chapter)