Dialogue between ancient and modern: I create programs, national treasures have spirits

Chapter 148 How to Repay Virtue with Virtue

The sky is as black as ink, and the lead clouds are hanging down.

There are mountains in the distance, vaguely.

There are several houses nearby with loess brick walls.

The wind howled and the papered windows creaked.

The house is not big, and the walls are barren, only some clay sculptures and pottery bowls are scattered on the ground.

On the cold couch in the corner on the left hand side after entering the door, there was a person lying reclined, his clothes were covered with patches of various sizes, his face had some bruises, and a stream of blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Rumble!
Thunder neighed, and lightning pierced the sky, shaking people's hearts.

Then, only the sound of patter clatter was heard.

Through the papered windows, it was already raining heavily outside.

The cold wind and rain are the most frustrating.

The rain was so heavy that it lasted for several hours, and it was not until the first day of the morning that a round of tomorrow was sent out.

The heavy rain washed away the filth in the world, brought fresh air, and brought new vitality to all things.

On the cold couch, the cold fingers flicked lightly.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of eyes that had been sleeping for a long time opened, and looked at the leaky thatched roof in confusion.

"Dead... not completely dead..."

Her chapped lips moved, and a few small murmurs came out of her throat.

Yi Zeqiang supported his body and sat up, leaning against the mud wall behind him, looking at the empty scene in front of him, he just felt a little unreal.

The last memory fragment of the brain stays in a car accident and the raging flames.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

It's just that things and people are not everything.

"The way back..."

Yi Ze muttered a few times, the hunger in his stomach was constantly torturing his nerves.

There was half a cold sweet potato on the bed, with some dust on it.

Yi Ze picked it up and ate a few mouthfuls, the protest in his stomach became smaller, and he felt somewhat satisfied.

How much do you usually eat?
"Could it be that you have returned to a certain dynasty?"

If so, it doesn't seem too strange to have such a day.

In the ancient feudal dynasties, except for a few decades, the people had a good life with plenty of food and clothing. For most of the rest of the time, most of the people lived in poverty. They struggled for food and clothing all their lives. The staple food was not even rice, but Mixed with bran.

He glanced at the clothes on his body, the burlap clothes were covered with large and small patches, he spread his palms, and a pair of hands full of calluses came into view.

"It seems to be the working people, or the farmers who cultivate the land."

Taking a deep breath, Yi Ze sat up from the cold couch, half a sweet potato was better than nothing, but after eating it, he felt a little heartburn, and always felt that there was a cloud of heat in his stomach, making him bloated.

Sunlight shone in through the papered windows, hitting the wet and cold ground, reflecting a circle of light.

Yi Ze stretched out his hand to open the door, and the scenery outside the door couldn't wait to come into view.

He was stunned.

What I saw in front of my eyes was a paddy field glowing with yellow light.

The mature rice is bent over, and the heavy ears of rice are covered with crystal clear and plump rice, shining brightly in the sun.

There are almost all such scenes in all directions. His house is located in the middle of the rice field.

And on the left side of the house, there is a small square field, the sweet potato vines in it were turned in a mess, and the soil clods were thrown everywhere, as if they were lucky by wild boars.

Looking at the messy scene in front of him, the dormant memory of his previous life finally stirred up in Yi Ze's mind, like a fiery stick, inserted straight into his mind, stirring crazily.

It took half a stick of incense time for Yi Ze to sort out all the messy memories, but there were inevitably many incomplete ones. Only the memories of the past two years were slightly complete, and the others were undoubtedly lost.

"Tian Shui Sect!"

These three words appear many times in my mind.

Through the memory of his predecessor, Yi Ze also has a better understanding of this place.

This is a spiritual field under the jurisdiction of Tianshui Sect. It was built among the mountains, and there are special immortals in charge of it.

What is planted in the spiritual field is not ordinary rice, but a kind of spiritual rice with low yield but rich in nutrition.

The predecessor was the farmer who belonged to this spiritual field.

It sounds nice, but it is actually a small expert in farming, responsible for loosening the soil, fertilizing and removing impurities.

Farmers are basically equivalent to ancient domestic slaves. They have to serve Tianshui Sect from generation to generation. In a world with extraordinary power, the status of farmers who farm land is naturally not too high. People in Liyangtian basically couldn't leave Lingtian for half a step.

"So, I have traveled to a world of cultivating immortals?"

Looking at the heavy Lingdao in front of him, Yi Ze still felt a little unbelievable.

The reason why the predecessor died on the cold step was purely because a few farmers of the same profession wanted to "borrow" some sweet potatoes yesterday afternoon, because the predecessor refused and was beaten to death directly.

"They're all at the bottom, and they still want to bully each other."

Yi Ze glanced at the messy sweet potato field, and couldn't help sighing.

The farmer guards the spiritual field year after year, and works tirelessly to grow spiritual rice, but it is impossible to taste a single spiritual rice in his life, and he can only work with sweet potatoes.

It's just that the sweet potatoes grown in the spiritual fields will more or less have some special effects, and it can still be done to strengthen the body, which is why some people will take action to snatch them.

But these people are obviously bully and fearful masters, Ling Dao and the others dare not touch anything, they can only snatch other people's sweet potatoes, so they do not hesitate to strike hard for this, it is really chilling.

Generally speaking, as long as no one is killed, no one will care.

Yesterday, those people just beat the predecessor until he passed out, and then threw him into the cold couch, they didn't expect his predecessor to die in the rainy night at all.

If he really died, there would be no one to deal with the regular monthly inspections by the immortals in charge of the Lingtian.

"Strange, why no one steals it?"

Yi Ze looked at a large area of ​​spiritual fields around him. According to the division in his memory, all the spiritual fields within the red line belonged to him. A simple estimate would be about 666.7 mu of land ([-] mu of land is [-] square meters).

Although the area planted by a single person is not large, compared to the vastness of the Chinese ancestors who could not move a hundred acres, the [-] acres of land are considered small.

But even so, with such an area of ​​spiritual fields planted, no one knows even if part of the spiritual rice in it is missing.

The yield of spiritual rice per mu is uneven, mostly around 160 to [-] catties, so it is slightly less, and even the guardian immortals cannot know.

Yi Ze looked at the ears of rice that were half a person's height in front of him. The rice on them was crystal clear and full, exuding bursts of fragrance, which shocked people's minds.

Compared with the sweet potato that I ate just now, the spiritual rice is even more delicious. Although it is grown in the same field, Yi Ze feels that the nutrition contained in the spiritual rice is definitely far more than that of the sweet potato.

There was no one around, Yi Ze squatted down and reached out to touch the full rice.

At this moment, a voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.

Familiar, yet kind.

[X-3 type spiritual rice: low yield, high nutritional content, planted on the spiritual veins, the maturity cycle is six months, after eating, it strengthens the body and replenishes qi and blood.Note: It is difficult for ordinary people to digest and feel bloating and abdominal pain. 】

Yi Ze didn't pay too much attention to the content of the voice, but was pleasantly surprised by the appearance of this voice.

"Can I go back?"

Yi Ze quickly asked this question.

Compared to farming here, or rising to the end like other protagonists, Yi Ze hopes that he can return to the original world and continue his unfinished business.

However, no one answered his question.

A heavy book was quietly opened in my mind.

On the cover are four strange fonts, some like bronze inscriptions, mixed with traces of oracle bone inscriptions.

But Yi Ze understood its meaning at first glance.

Civilization Illustrated Book!

At this moment, from this thick book, a page of information was turned out.

It records the details about the X-3 Lingdao.

Yi Ze looked at it calmly:

【Name: X-3 Lingdao】

【Category: Botanical Department】

[Effect: To strengthen the body, strengthen the muscles and bones, and replenish qi and blood to a certain extent. 】

[Use: refining Bigu Dan, Baijing Dan]

[Disadvantages: low yield, long maturity cycle, difficult to digest, need to be refined]

[Unlock level: 0%]

[Unlock Reward: Edible, X-4 Spirit Rice Seed]

Looking at the content written on this piece of paper, Yi Ze frowned and quickly let go.

There is no doubt that this should be the true face of the system.

A picture book of civilization.

Moreover, this civilization should have a certain relationship with China.

The Civilization Illustrated Book is very thick, and there is not much content that can be opened.

Following the pages of the book, Yi Ze tried to open the pages that could be opened.

He is quite familiar with the illustration above, but the details are different from what he imagined.

The picture shows the square statue of four sheep, but the content is much more interesting:

【Name: Square Zun of Four Rams】

【Category: Bronze Ware】

【Effect:? ? ? 】

[Imitation completeness: 0%]

[Imitation Reward:? ? ? 】

[Note: It is extremely difficult to imitate the Yin Shang heavy weapon, and the effect will depend on the completeness of the imitation. 】

Looking at the content on the page, Yi Ze fell into thought.

Other pages that can be opened belong to the category of cultural relics.

Unlike the page on Lingdao, most of the effects below the cultural relics are a few question marks.

"Only a few of them will be marked with specific effects. It seems that it is because of my own strength."

The ones with specific effects marked are basically ordinary pottery bowls and pots that are easy to make.

"It seems that this is also a blessing in disguise. The secret of whether we can go back should be hidden in this civilization illustrated book!"

Tentatively thinking, Yi Ze looked at the unlocking level of the X-3 Lingdao.

"Does this mean that I need to sacrifice some X-3 spiritual rice?"

Such an idea popped up in Yi Ze's mind.

X-3 type spiritual rice is difficult to digest, and if you want to eat it, you need to go through special treatment.

Therefore, once Yi Ze's mortal body is eaten, it will definitely be discovered by the guarding immortals.

Although it may be just a human being with a certain strength, but in comparison, Yi Ze is at an absolute disadvantage.

Looking at the dense spiritual rice in front of him, Yi Ze stretched out his hand and gently plucked a piece of rice.

At this time, the spiritual rice is quite mature, and it can be harvested in about five days at most.

Ripe rice lay quietly in the palm of his hand, exuding a charming fragrance. Yi Ze's index finger moved wildly when he hooked it, and his stomach hummed continuously.

No more looking, for a hungry person, this fragrant rice exudes extreme beauty, luring Yi Ze to commit crimes.

Yi Ze silently said a word of sacrifice in his heart, and the rice in his hand disappeared instantly, including the fragrance.

"It's just amazing!"

Yi Ze sighed and glanced at the introduction on the page.

The column of unlocking degree is still 0%.

But this is normal, it's just a grain of rice, the quantity is too small, no change is expected.

"It's just that this place is really full of gold."

Yi Ze stood up, looking at the large yellow rice fields in front of him, he couldn't help but smile.

And at this moment, several black dots also approached from far to near.

It was those people who robbed the sweet potatoes yesterday, all of them were big and round, and they were vicious.

It seems that yesterday's looting did not satisfy their greedy hearts, but made them even more greedy.

A big man came over, put his hand around Yi Ze's neck, and grinned grinningly: "Boy, I want to borrow some sweet potatoes from you, do you have any objections?"

There was a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

"No."

Yi Ze shook his head.

His previous experience told him that these people really knew how to kill.

The big man was obviously stunned, let go of his hand, glanced at Yi Ze in surprise, and then looked at his brothers: "What are you waiting for, brothers, let's do it."

A few people laughed and entered the sweet potato field, and it was another earth-shaking looting, with a few conversations mixed in during the process.

"Sure enough, this coward doesn't cry when he sees the coffin. The beating yesterday was still useful."

"Leave some for him, otherwise he will be punished by the gods if he fails to complete the task on the harvest day a few days later."

"It's good to be here earlier, it saves time and effort, not to mention, the sweet potatoes here are indeed much sweeter."

Several people talked and laughed without any scruples, and they didn't have any scruples about Yi Ze who was standing aside.

The small sweet potato field was turned over in a mess, and the soil was splashed everywhere, but the few people still had a sense of proportion, and didn't get the splashed soil into the rice field beside it.

About half an incense stick, several people walked up to Yi Ze one by one, carrying a long string of sweet potatoes, stretched out their hands to wipe off the dirt on his clothes, and said with a smile: "My friend, thank you generosity."

"You're welcome, just remember."

The big man froze for a moment, and several meaningful colors appeared in his eyes: "You are welcome anytime."

After finishing speaking, several people looked at each other and laughed.

The laughter was especially piercing.

"Oh, I can't help it, it's interesting."

"Remember to come to my spiritual field to find me, I'll be there anytime."

"There are really people in this world who are not afraid of death, I laughed so hard."

"You want to come, idiot."

The big man stretched out his hand and patted Yi Ze's cheek, his eyes full of amusement.

"I will."

Yi Ze smiled, his white teeth looked cool under the sun.

Seeing Yi Ze's stubborn mouth, several people laughed, lifted the sweet potato in their hands, left a contemptuous look, and walked away.

They have no fear because they have the upper hand.

Yi Ze watched the few people leave until they returned to their Lingtian hut.

"It seems that the X-3 Lingdao can be unlocked tonight."

Yi Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the earnest teachings of the most holy teacher Confucius in his mind.

Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?

Repay kindness with kindness, repay grievance with straightness!
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(End of this chapter)