The Great Seminary

Chapter 55: Building a Temple in a Snail Shell

The newly ordered mutton head meat and flatbread were served.

Zhang Gui picked up a piece of unleavened bread, dipped it in the mutton soup, and stuffed it into his mouth.
“This pancake is made of pure white flour and weighs half a pound tall.

During the Chinese New Year, one copper coin can buy one yuan, but on ordinary days, one copper coin can buy two yuan.

One tael of silver is worth one hundred copper coins, which can buy one hundred kilograms of dry food.

But I heard that a high-quality pill, which is equivalent to thirty kilograms of grain, can be sold for one or two taels of silver.

The difference between the inside and outside is more than three times, I can’t afford it.”

The real magic pill that can make your life in your own hands after swallowing it is priceless, but the lowest-end grain essence can only make three times as much.

And it is easy to buy and sell.

But ordinary people can't afford it anyway.

From this perspective, Zhang Gui was speaking the truth, but it caused Zhang Jiujiang to show an expression of anger at his lack of fighting spirit, "Look at how useless you are.

Dagui, are you still the same person as before? No!

You are no longer the Zhang Gui who failed in study, disdained business, and was lazy at work, but the Zhang Gui who entered the Tao at the age of sixteen!
Even if our Pingyang Zhang family's "Book of Zongheng" is worthless in the practice of Taoism.

Even if you practice the Zongheng Feiqiushi technique, which is a worthless technique in the Zongheng Book, the highest you can achieve is 'Shang Bing'..."

Seeing his friend's words were completely different from what he said, Zhang Gui, who was full of envy and hatred, could no longer bear it and interrupted:
"Zhang Jiujiang, are you praising me, your brother, or are you belittling me?"

Zhang Jiujiang chuckled, beckoned the boss for another jar of plum wine, and drank it by himself, "Don't worry about whether I'm praising you or criticizing you.

In short, you are also a descendant of the Zhang family in Pingyang. You are said to be a concubine's son without a "generation name", but in fact, what is the difference between you and me and Zhang Jiuqing.

It’s just that your mother used to sell shrimp paste and my father sold dead fish.

Now my family has a new seed of study, Zhang Jiuqing, but you have also become a seed of cultivation.

Even if he is a few levels higher and is a "talent of the crown state", you are a few levels lower and are a "talent of the prominent county".

But isn't this kind of future enough for the clan to allocate three taels of silver every day to buy 'Excellent Pills' to cultivate you?"

"That's true." Zhang Gui nodded with difficulty, but did not say anything else.

Zhang Jiujiang sighed upon seeing this, "I'm not saying anything bad about your father, but your whole clan really hates you, and it's hard to even open your mouth.

But Dagui, you can't be too shameless.

The situation is stronger than people, your own future is more important!"

Zhang Gui's eyes widened, a look of realization appeared on his face, and he nodded heavily with red eyes, "Good brother, you are the one who woke me up from my dream.

I'm a little caught up in the situation and can't tell the important things from the bad ones.

Tomorrow, tomorrow I will go find that unruly father first.

If he won't help, I'll go break into the master's house and carve out a future for myself!"

Seeing his friend's excited look, Zhang Jiujiang's expression brightened, "Good, good, good, you are worthy of being my good brother.

Come, brother, let me toast you.

But unless the sky falls and the earth collapses, the adults in the main house will not go on official business on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

I can't think of this, it seems your brain is still in a fog."

"Jiujiang, can't you stay here for a while longer to let me squeeze out the tears?"

The two brothers laughed heartily, and their two large coarse porcelain bowls filled with wine clinked together...

Staying up all night to celebrate New Year's Eve is exhausting.

Late at night on the first day of the new year, unless you guys are all night owls, the party will be over.

Because of the 'crow wind', Pingyang Town became even colder and it started to rain.

Zhang Gui said goodbye to his friends and walked in the cold drizzle, feeling tipsy. However, his eyes could not help but look in the direction of Wangbei Village.

I originally thought that the robbery of people last night would definitely escalate after a day and cause a huge uproar.

But I didn't expect that everything would be calm until now.

Zhang Gui felt a little nervous, but at the same time he was inexplicably expecting a fast horse to suddenly rush into the town and tell about his "great achievements".

But unfortunately Pingyang remained the same until he disappeared silently in the night rain.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the custom is for sons and daughters to visit their grandmother.

All of Zhang Gui's mother's family members had died, and he had nowhere to go, but he insisted to Yang Duojie that he missed his uncle and wanted to go to Mushroom Valley to see him.

As a result, my mother burst into tears and insisted on going with Zhang Gui.

However, Zhang Gui refused on the grounds that the wind on Xuanzhi Mountain was strong and the road was slippery. He had achieved great success in cultivation and had no taboos, but his mother was just an ordinary woman, so it would be better for her to stay at home.

This made Yang Duojie feel something was wrong, but before she could ask, Zhang Gui had already slipped out the door and left.

After a while, he walked onto the county road.

There were already a few pedestrians on the road.

From afar, the vague outline of Wangbei Village was visible, and the surroundings were empty.

Zhang Gui withdrew his gaze, slowly turned towards the small path, and flew into the forest.

It was almost noon.

Suddenly, he realized that the size of his "capital" element rules and the judicial power of the True Dragon Kingdom began to rise very slowly.

Zhang Gui stopped in surprise and confirmed again and again that it was not an illusion. He thought to himself:
"What does this mean? It's like pie in the sky!

The night before last, I burned all my wealth in order to teleport more than 10,000 people from Wangbei Village to Giant Snake Head Island.

Even the big silver pumpkins on the Rong family's cabinet were taken into account before they finally succeeded.

Now, first, there is no gold and silver;
Secondly, there was no active exchange of gold and silver with capital factors, so how could there be an increase?

Ah, could it be that the new citizens of "Shangshishijing" have already started a life of oxen and horses and become slaves of capital?

Is Old Song so strong? Is he just an old gem with a political score of over 95?

I have to go check it out quickly.”

He set out on his journey again with a happy look on his face. He quickened his pace, and after arriving at the Mushroom Valley, he teleported to the Giant Serpent Head Island.

Guiyang Palace was deserted.

Zhang Gui didn't care and strolled onto the street.

As soon as he appeared, some pedestrians on the road seemed to freeze in an instant.

Zhang Gui immediately bared his teeth and said, "Don't be nervous, just do what you need to do." Then he hurried towards the Kyoto government office.

It is said to be the grand government office of the "Shangshishi Capital" of the True Dragon Dynasty, but in fact, due to its unique size, it is only the size of a "Shangxian" county government office.

And the population under management is even less than that of a "lower county".

However, it seems that Song Huawen does not mind that this place does not live up to its reputation.

Sitting in the lobby, handling official business while talking to his subordinates,

"The wise words and advice the king left behind truly open up new possibilities that our predecessors had not imagined.

Just say 'vigorously support the private economy and allow individuals to be mobilized by capital to take the place of administrative requirements.'

The country is small for the time being, but it can still be used as a temple within a snail shell.

The idea of ​​accumulating capital first through state acquisitions, and then fully revitalizing the economy when the time comes to 'go global', is truly thought-provoking."

(End of this chapter)