I have become immortal, Taoist friends still need to be diligent

In about a quarter of an hour, the county magistrate finished reading the letter and closed it solemnly.

"Mr. Yang, why should this kind of credit be given to Xiaosheng?"

The county magistrate looked at Mr. Yang in confusion. He understood that this letter was enough to give him several years of experience in Qingpingshao.

I don’t understand why Mr. Yang would leave it to him to submit the report. You must know that although Mr. Yang has retired, his contacts are still there, so he can report it himself.

"I am old and have been fighting all my life. Now I just want to do something for Qingping County. I just hope that a hundred years from now, there will be people in Qingping County who remember me and I will be satisfied."

"Although Mr. Yang is new to the officialdom, Mr. Yang is a disciple of the Emperor and a member of the Qing Dynasty. I believe that Mr. Yang will make a difference in Qingping County."

Mr. Yang put down the tea cup and said calmly.

Mr. Yang understood that although the other party was only a seventh-grade county magistrate, he was after all the first batch of Jinshi after the new emperor succeeded to the throne, and he was regarded as "one of his own" in the eyes of the new emperor.

Moreover, although Magistrate Zhao may need experience in government affairs and has few connections, according to his understanding, Magistrate Zhao plans to take the Qingliu route.

Although the reason is that his family is not short of money, Qingliu still cares about his own feathers after all, and believes that with a few more years of experience, he will not do such stupid things as "no begging is allowed in the county".

By then Qingping County will be more stable. Mr. Yang can also gain some fame, giving the Yang family some prestige in Qingping County.

"Sir is very righteous. Xiaosheng has thanked you. I will never forget the kindness of the people of Qingping County in the future."

After a moment's thought, Magistrate Zhao understood the reason and stood up to salute Mr. Yang.

"Now that the letter has been delivered, I should go back. My great-grandchildren are still waiting for me to buy candies for them."

"Sir, walk slowly. Xiaosheng is going to write a memorial right now."

Then Mr. Yang found an excuse and left the county government.

Magistrate Zhao immediately wrote a memorial and sent his confidants to the capital.

"Remember, you have to change horses but not people along the way. Keep the memorial close to you and sleep in the same clothes. When you get to the capital, go directly to find..."

Watching his confidant leave quickly, the county magistrate returned to his study, picked up his pen and ink, and wrote two big characters.

"Ascend higher."

……

"Grandpa, after this farming, I want to learn to write."

Three days have passed since I sent the letter to the county magistrate. Today, I received a new order from the county magistrate. The entire county must plant winter wheat.

Those who did not sow were dragged into corvee service.

At this time, Li Mu brought water to Li Youliang and the others who were working in the fields, and took advantage of a moment of rest to speak to Li Youliang.

"Okay, dear grandson, grandpa will teach you first when the time comes. I was the one who taught your parents back then. Now they can also understand your second uncle's letter."

"Ok."

Li Mu had actually thought about learning the writing of this world before, but when he thought that this body was still young, he fell into laziness.

But since I read the letter written by the village chief last time, I have realized the horror of illiteracy. If someone sells you one day, you will happily count the money for others.

Li Mu didn't want to become illiterate. He couldn't act like an illiterate time traveler, otherwise he would be drowned in the spit of others.

"Pronounce this character one, pronounce this character two..."

In this way, Li Mu began his study career after farming. Li Mu did not go to the teacher to study because his family did not have the money.

Although one is poor in literature and rich in martial arts, five taels of silver are still needed for a year of study for the teacher. Otherwise, how can the teacher make a living? Are you full of righteousness?

Moreover, Li Mu didn't plan to take the exam for merit. He just wanted to wait until he had the opportunity to experience the martial arts in this world.

So it is enough to be able to read and understand the words of this world. When Li Youliang was young, he was forced to attend a private school for five years. Although he could not study articles, he could basically write.

In this way, life returned to normal, and Li Mu no longer had to go out to beg for food, which was considered to have solved the first crisis since time travel.

"It's snowing, Tiedan, come and catch sparrows with grandpa."

"It's best to catch sparrows when it snows."

As soon as the sky turned white, Li Mu was woken up by Li Youliang.

"Grandpa, I told you, from now on call me Li Mu, not Tiedan."

Li Mu lay down on the kang with some difficulty and closed his eyes and said.

"What's Li Mu? That word for animal husbandry?"

"Shepherd that grazes."

"What, are you going to be a cowherd boy?"

"..."

Li Mu was helpless. Why was it so difficult for him to just change his name?

"Grandpa, I am also a scholar now, so it is not appropriate to call me Tiedan anymore."

Li Mu rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of a reason why he felt good.

"Hahaha, Lan Hua, look, Tiedan still claims that he is a scholar, but he has only learned calligraphy for a few days and he is still a scholar. He is already a scholar. Then shouldn't it be time for me to take the exam for merit after studying calligraphy for three years?"

Li Dazhuang, who was getting dressed and opening the door to let Li Youliang in, couldn't help laughing like crazy when he heard Li Mu say this.

"Dazhuang, my Tiedan is so smart that he might actually be able to get some merit."

Wang Lanhua was cleaning the kang shop. When she heard Li Dazhuang laughing at Li Mu, although she found it funny, she still defended her son.

"Hmph, my eldest grandson is much better than you. He has only been studying for a little over a month. He can write more than 800 words and read 2,000 words. I estimate that he will be able to recognize all the words in half a year."

"I'll see if you're ashamed if you take the exam again."

When Li Youliang saw his son laughing at his grandson, he immediately became unhappy and began to criticize Li Dazhuang.

"Hehe, yes, yes, dad, you are right."

Li Dazhuang did not dare to contradict Li Youliang, so he could only respond with a smile.

"Let's go, grandson."

"Oh, grandpa, just squint a little longer."

"Hey, if you don't get up, I'm going to touch your pussy."

"Okay, get up now."

Li Mu, a second-incarnation soul, is almost thirty years old, and he doesn't want to be touched. Immediately, he straightened himself up, got up, folded the quilt, and put on his cotton-padded jacket, all in one go.

"Well, not bad, the movements are very neat."

"When have I ever been slow?"

"Last time."

"..."

Li Mu followed Li Youliang to the snow in the yard, swept out a clearing, then sprinkled a handful of grain grains, used a wooden stick to prop up the sieve, tied a rope to the stick, and pulled it into the house.

"You're ready to pull."

"Grandpa, wait a moment, just two sparrows have gone in, and a few more will come."

"Hey, you kid, you have quite a big appetite."

"That's because I'm growing and need to supplement protein."

"What is protein? Is it the thing that turns ferritin white?"

"Well, it's just lean meat."

"Oh, that's it. But what's so delicious about lean meat? Fatty meat is the only thing that's satisfying. Just eat one meal for the day."

……

Li Mu was catching sparrows with Li Youliang, while Magistrate Zhao was reading the letter.

"Sir, what did the letter say?"

A woman in her thirties walked to the study and looked at the frowning Magistrate Zhao and asked softly.

"Oh, His Majesty wants to see how next summer's harvest goes."

Magistrate Zhao looked at the woman, slowly closed the letter, and said with a smile.