Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Xian's injuries were gradually recovering, and every day, besides practicing Qi cultivation and meditation, he would ponder the new martial arts techniques he had acquired.

After being attacked by bandits twice, Zhao Xian also realized his weakness in close combat.

He had originally intended to seek guidance from his uncle or grandfather, but now that he had acquired new martial arts skills, he naturally began to study them at home.

As the weather warms and the earth's energy rises, the people of Shanghuting have already begun to busy themselves with farm work.

The drills to prepare for the enemy also came to a halt.

As for digging the well, only three elders in the family are still managing it now.

Zhao Xian, along with his elder brother Zhao Zheng and his second elder brother Zhao Ji, were all injured, while his younger brother Zhao Hong, as well as the brothers Zhao Duan and Zhao Bing, stayed at home to practice boxing.

This time, the uncle did not dispose of the two thousand coins and some spoils of war as usual, but instead used the money to purchase a lot of cultivation supplies.

This was because his two sons, Zhao Duan and Zhao Bing, were already sixteen years old, the age when they should embark on their journeys.

Ji Fu Zhao Zhi and his family had already returned to the county. After Zhao Xian was injured, his family also came to visit him.

His son, Zhao Sheng, visited Zhao Yu every day to help take care of Zhao Xian.

Zhao Hong and Zhao Sheng still didn't get along, but compared to the past, they no longer started fighting as soon as they met.

Before Zhao Zhi's family left, Zhao Xian secretly slipped Zhao Sheng a small bottle containing two Nourishing Essence Pills.

In the county school, the sons of powerful families were arrogant and domineering, while children from humble backgrounds like Zhao Sheng were often bullied.

It's a pity that Zhao Xian couldn't go to the county school, otherwise he would definitely have stood up for Zhao Sheng and avenged him.

After sending Zhao Sheng and his mother back to the county, Zhao Zhi, the father of Zhao Sheng, was about to set off again to travel the world of commerce with the people of Fanrongli.

My elder brother, Zhao Ji, had to stay home to recuperate because both of his arms were broken and his injuries had not yet healed.

He entrusted his goods to his uncle Zhao Zhi to sell on his behalf, and the accounts would be settled when he returned at the end of the year.

He intended to sell it to Zhao Zhi at a discounted price, but was firmly refused.

Zhao Ji has also considered his plans for this year. He intends to stay at home and farm the land after he recovers from his injury.

My uncle's family owned dozens of acres of land. My eldest brother, Zhao Zheng, served as a garrison soldier and lived in the garrison. My uncle, being alone, could hardly guarantee that he could cultivate the land carefully.

With Zhao Ji's help, things will naturally be easier.

As for Zhao Xian, the most important thing now is to advance to the fourth level of Qi Refining!

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On the thirtieth day of the first lunar month, the sun shone brightly and a gentle breeze blew.

Tender green shoots have already sprouted on the ridges of the fields, and every now and then, half-grown children carrying bamboo baskets can be seen digging for wild vegetables.

Although it was much warmer than winter, it was still bitterly cold, making the children's eyes water.

The so-called idyllic spring scenery can only be admired from afar, not examined closely.

Zhao Xian and his group walked along the ridges of the field, while his younger sister Zhao Yu carried a bamboo basket, looking around and carefully searching for wild vegetables.

Now, during this lean season, Zhao Xian's family is also struggling to make ends meet.

Digging up some wild vegetables to cook porridge at home can at least provide some food and fill our stomachs.

In previous years, by this time, some people would have already begun to borrow money to survive because they could no longer bear the hunger.

This year is different. When the pavilions were being repaired, Chen Yuancheng recruited Taoists to work. He not only provided them with two meals a day, but also paid them with millet. He saved countless Taoist families from hunger and hardship!

Lord Ting is kind and has saved the lives of the people of Hutingdao. This statement is not false in the slightest!

With the concerted efforts of the local people of Shanghuting, the three pavilions that were destroyed by fire have long been rebuilt.

Seeing that the people of Dao were suffering from poverty and hardship, Chen Yuancheng simply repaired all the remaining houses, which took no more than seven or eight days.

The final repairs were completed, but some money and grain remained.

Chen Yuancheng distributed all the money and provisions he had given away without reservation to the Taoist priests who were working, which earned their heartfelt gratitude!

While they were pondering, Zhao Xian and his party had already arrived at their own fields.

A wellhead, already constructed, is clearly visible, with a windlass mounted on it.

Father Zhao Yi and Uncle Zhao Ren were standing by the well, warming themselves around a bonfire, chatting and laughing.

With this well, the combined land of several families, nearly a hundred acres in total, no longer needs to worry about drought and water shortage.

Irrigating the fields no longer requires carrying water from the river, which is much more convenient.

"Father, Uncle!"

Zhao Xian called out and then quickly walked over with Zhao Hong, Zhao Duan, and a few others.

"Sanlang, come and taste this well water! It's sweet and delicious!"

When his uncle saw Zhao Xian and the others arrive, he immediately greeted them with a smile.

Zhao Xian quickly stepped forward and, without any hesitation, took the water ladle and scooped a ladleful of water from the bucket.

Ignoring the icy well water, he bent down and took a small sip.

"hiss!"

Smacking his lips, Zhao Xian smiled and said, "Truly sweet and delicious!"

"Brother, let me try some!"

Zhao Hong eagerly took the water ladle, scooped up a ladle of water, and sipped it with his brothers Zhao Duan and Zhao Bing.

Approaching the well, Zhao Xian leaned down and looked down. He saw that the vertical shaft was over seven zhang long, and at the bottom, a figure was still digging with all his might.

A moment later, the rope at the wellhead suddenly began to sway, and Zhao Xian quickly stepped forward to turn the windlass.

Before long, a figure sat inside the bamboo basket and slowly rose up; it was Uncle Zhao Li.

"Ali, come and have a bowl of hot soup, and warm yourself by the fire!"

A gentle breeze blew, and Zhao Li couldn't help but shiver. Zhao Ren quickly beckoned him over.

The father, Zhao Yi, got up and walked towards the well. Zhao Xian saw this and quickly stopped him, laughing, "I haven't gone down to dig this well since it was started."

"We can't just sit back and reap the rewards!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi, the father, immediately glared and shouted, "It's damp and cold down in the well! Your injuries have just healed, what are you doing going down there!"

"Brother Zhong, Sanlang's words make a lot of sense. Let Sanlang go down and dig for a while to try!"

Zhao Li took a sip of the hot soup, then smiled and offered his advice.

"Then you may only stay for half an hour!"

Uncle Zhao Ren made the decision.

Zhao Xian grinned and carefully stepped onto the bamboo basket.

With a helpless expression, the father had no choice but to turn the winch and lower Zhao Xian down.

When they descended to a depth of ten feet, a damp and cold air rushed towards them, penetrating to their very bones, and Zhao Xian couldn't help but shiver.

"My father and the others have been digging in this well for days. If they hadn't all been practicing body tempering, they probably wouldn't have been able to last more than a few days."

Suppressing his emotions, Zhao Xian gradually sank to the bottom of the well.

Stepping out of the bamboo basket, I saw that the bottom of the well was filled with muddy water half a foot deep. When I stepped into it, it felt faintly warm.

First, scoop the water seeping from the bottom of the well into a wooden bucket, then hang the bucket on a hemp rope and hoist it to the top of the well.

After repeating this process several times until all the water at the bottom of the well was scooped out, they picked up the stone hammer and iron chisel and began to chisel along the well wall.

"Ding ding ding!"

A rhythmic sound came from the bottom of the well.

Before he knew it, Zhao Xian had been digging in the well for half an hour, and the bottom of the well had accumulated half a foot of mud and water.

As before, after scooping out the mud and water, Zhao Xian wanted to continue digging.

But then he heard his father calling from the well. Zhao Xian had no choice but to put down the stone hammer and iron chisel in his hand, and prepare to step into the bamboo basket and return to the well.

Suddenly an idea struck him, and Zhao Xian immediately released his divine sense to investigate.

The spiritual sense of a Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator is extremely weak, covering an area of ​​only a few feet in radius. However, this few feet of space is just enough to encompass the entire bottom of the well.

With eyes slightly closed, every detail at the bottom of the well is reflected in one's mind.