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The dim sum made by Wei Ping is not only given to Qian Qu's chicken delivery team.Si Nong Liu Carpenter, Si Gong Tie Sanniu, the captain of the construction team, the village head of the threshing ground, etc., all received a beautiful carved food box.

Once the lid is tapped, the inner and outer layers will open automatically, like a lotus flower blooming, revealing a petal-like pastry with bright colors and sweet aroma.

Qian Qu is backward and simple, few people have seen such exquisite and mysterious things, they can't help but be amazed.

Being able to eat food made by Wei Xianshi, the personal butler of Song Xianguan, not only satisfies the appetite, but also a special honor.

After finishing his meal, Tie Sanniu squatted by the side of the ditch, distracted by the wind, and took out a stick of dry tobacco from his arms.

Wei Ping did as the Romans did, and squatted beside him with his clothes lifted, and leaned over to light him a fire.

Tie Sanniu was so frightened that he almost dropped his pipe: "Master Immortal, how did this happen?"

"I'm new to Qianqu, and I don't know much about people and the world, and I don't know anything about the river, so I'm going to learn a lot from you." Wei Ping asked with a smile, "I heard that you drew the river drawings? Can I have a look? ?"

Tie Sanniu repeatedly agreed.

Wei Ping got the drawings and asked some questions about how to control the amount of water, how to control floods and divert water.

Finally, he seemed to ask unintentionally: "The direction of these seven rivers is what Mr. Song requested?"

"Of course not. This direction is the most reasonable at present. The effectiveness of the waterway can be maximized. Thousands of canals have a lot of sand and dust. It is not only necessary to solve irrigation, but also to divide water and sand to ensure that the water flow is clear. This is what I think from all the plans. The best design selected. Song Xianguan looked at it and just nodded."

Wei Ping was startled, and looked at the other party's expression calmly.

Not lying.

Is it just a coincidence?Song Qianji has no intention of making large-scale construction projects to gain luck for himself.I just want to open rivers to divert water, irrigate thousands of canals, and benefit all people.

He suddenly laughed: "I thought it was just for a good fortune! After the construction is completed according to the blueprint, the river will be full of water, and the monk's sword or multiplier will fly across the sky. There will be no tall buildings in the thousand canals, and the Huangtu Plain will be endless. The word "Song" formed by seven rivers. The vastness of the world, the vast wilderness as paper, and the turbulent river water as ink, can only demonstrate the unique status of Song Xianguan in Qianqu, and his power over everything."

"Song? Let me take a look... Hey, he really looks like Song! I wouldn't have noticed unless you told me haha! You still have good eyesight, buddy!"

Tie Sanniu excitedly greeted Carpenter Liu: "Old Liu, come quickly! Here's a new discovery, which was discovered by Housekeeper Wei!"

Not long after, the river workers also put down their jobs and circulated the blueprints.There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd:

"The more you look, the more you look like Song!"

"That's what God meant."

Wei Ping slightly raised his eyebrows.

He has a sensitive intuition for space, graphics, and the structure of characters, otherwise he would not be favored by the book sage, and he would not show the ingenuity of the "profiteer's talisman" in a black pawn shop.

Song Qianji obtained such a result unintentionally. Could it be that he was destined by fate and favored by luck?

Everyone in Qianqu said "auspiciousness" and went home to pay homage to the miniature statues of immortal officials.

Only Meng Heze was quite disdainful: "Wei Ping, you are impure and far-fetched. Do you think that you can please Brother Song? My senior brother is a gentleman and upright. I never like to make great achievements and engage in such vain things."

If Wei Ping was a female cultivator, he really wanted to use the other party's title of flattering the Lord, and then press into a large water tank planted with lotus flowers to wake up.

Wei Ping was preparing dishes for Song Qianji, when he heard the words, he looked up at Meng Heze and smiled tenderly, "Senior Brother speaks seriously, Wei Ping dare not."

Song Qianji ate southern food today.He is always serious when eating, and will not be distracted to ponder other people's words.

Three crystal clear shrimp dumplings, three delicious and rich chicken feet in black bean sauce, three soft and glutinous meat siu mai, a small dish of crispy and refreshing boiled kale, served with a pot that has been boiled for six hours The black-bone chicken, wolfberry and old ginseng soup, and finally the fresh and greasy bergamot tea cake.

——It is made of freshly picked green tea from Lingquan of Dayanzong this year.

The utensils and dishes are exquisite, spelling out a pattern of colorful flowers.Song Qianji ate cleanly.

Wei Ping ignored Meng Heze's angry stare and continued:

"Mr. Song, I heard that you got the Qijueqin from Qinxian, which can be used as a treasure ship. When the river is all repaired, you can take me for a ride, and see how majestic the "Song" river is from the sky?"

Song Qianji wiped his fingers, and felt that the other party's tone was a little weird, as if he had heard it somewhere in his previous life.

He still corrected the other party earnestly:

"Qianqu will never be without tall buildings, and it will never be only loess and wind-sand. Looking at Yujian from the sky in the future, the fields are green in spring, the willows are painted with bridges, the yellow and red leaves are mixed in autumn, the golden farmland is rolling with wheat waves, and the snow is white in winter. Wrapped in silver.

"It's not like you said, there is only one word in the vast wilderness. If the river is repaired, there is still nothing in the thousand canals, and my name is written alone in the sky, what's the point?"

Wei Ping's hand holding the silk cloth trembled suddenly.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Qianji with a strange and shocked gaze.

Thousands of people worship him as a god and savior, and thousands of people have the word "Song" in their hearts.

But Song Qianji didn't have the word "Song" in his heart, no fame, prestige, and power status.

Only Qianqu, only his people.

"Is it worth it?" Wei Ping heard his own voice a little cold.

"What's worth it?" Song Qianji was puzzled.

He thought, I went down the mountain to enjoy the fun of farming. Isn’t digging the river for farming?How shameful it is to write the name first before the land is planted.

"It's nothing." Weiping smiled again, and cleaned up the messy cups and dishes.

Wei Ping is diligent in his hands and feet, and has a sweet mouth. He also has an ordinary and immature youthful face, coupled with a sometimes pitiful expression.

Except for Meng Heze who resisted stubbornly and resolutely refused to eat cakes, it was clear whether the others liked sweet or spicy or sour.

When Meng Heze was so angry that he was about to gnash his teeth and smash his sword, Ji Chen finally brought the good news with his chicken coop head:

"I looked through the videos of the four city gate formations, and found that he came in through the west gate, and talked to a few casual cultivators on the way. I followed this clue and searched all the way up, and I really found something. "

"You can do it! You have some skills!"

"It's not that I have the ability, money can turn ghosts around." Ji Chen took out a messy stack of papers: "He comes from Fenglin City, he is an ignorant gangster who drinks and gambles, no one has seen him before. He has friends and relatives."

Meng Heze no longer disliked his ugly handwriting, and memorized every word in his mind, then crumbled the ball of paper, imagining that he was rubbing Weiping's head:

"In my opinion, his miserable life experience is all a lie!"

"What's wrong with this person?" Ji Chen asked.

"Nothing is right!" Meng Heze explained the ins and outs in detail.

He didn't count on Ji Chen at first, in his opinion, Young Master Ji is weak, stupid and needs protection, and he is 1 times less than himself in order to deal with Wei Ping.

Who knew that Young Master Ji knew better than him:

"When I was at home, my uncle and uncle married many wives and concubines. Those wives had nothing to do in the deep house and compound, so they liked to be jealous, suppress others, express themselves, and create misunderstandings in order to get more love from their husbands. You listen to the tone of his speech, and see the tricks and tricks he uses to force his innocence and grievances, don’t you understand?”

"Ming, understand what?" Meng Heze blinked.

What is the relationship between these two things?

Ji Chen nodded his head: "Then Wei Ping is not a casual cultivator or a sword cultivator, he is just a boudoir and resentful woman!"

The fog in front of Meng Heze finally dissipated: "I just said something is wrong, I have never met this kind of opponent! Is there any way to break his tricks?"

The appearance of Wei Ping makes the relationship between Meng Heze and Ji Chen heat up rapidly.

Although Meng Heze refused to admit it, he already regarded Ji Chen as a good brother in exchange for his life.

Ji Chen slapped his thigh: "I only listen to Wei Ping's name, but I don't see him, and let me meet him in person. You are standing by for me!"

Meng Heze slapped his sword: "Okay, get rid of the traitor and return my senior brother!"

……

Wei Ping went back to Xiaolan Village with Carpenter Liu today to help in the threshing field.

After half a year of hard work, it's finally time for the harvest. During the autumn harvest, the whole village, young and old, join in the battle, full of joy like the New Year.

Wei Ping has a high level of comprehension and is a quick learner. After watching it for a while, he can already use the flail to thresh grain independently.Not long after he got started, Carpenter Liu also praised him for his steady work and sophisticated posture.

In addition to being amused in Wei Ping's heart, Wei Ping also felt a little absurd that the talent of knowing everything was used in this kind of place.

Whether he was practicing at home, drinking in a flower house, or killing people outside for money, he never thought that one day he would do farm work by himself.

Who made Qianqu too many mysteries, who made him unable to figure out Song Qianji's bottom line.

Wei Zhanyang was wrong, Song Qianji had an extra life not only when Meng Heze was by Song Qianji's side.

As long as Song Qianji was in the crowd, he would have countless lives, because countless people were loyal to him and willing to sacrifice their lives to save him.

Most of the day was busy with farming, so Wei Ping quickly got in touch with Carpenter Liu, to the point of patting each other on the shoulder.

At this time, if he wants to ask, he can get the real answer.

"I heard that during the severe drought in Qianqu, Song Xianguan knew a technique to make the withered seedlings germinate?"

"That's right! Immortal Song is very capable. He can use his own spiritual power to nourish grain seedlings, wheat seedlings and saplings. At that time, he traveled all over Qianqu without sleep. Everywhere he went, he squatted down and cast spells like this." Carpenter Liu knelt down on one knee, Made a gesture of patting the ground with five fingers, "Someone saw him in the field at night."

Wei Ping praised: "No wonder everyone is very grateful to him."

"Not only that, he also waited for the rain. Since the first rain, the rain in Qianqu has increased. Otherwise, how can we have the millet we can harvest today? Let's dig wild vegetables."

"Wait for the rain?"

"Yes, sincerity leads to spirit, God has eyes!" Carpenter Liu smiled honestly.

Wei Ping also laughed.

Compared with the sincerity and sincerity, he is more willing to believe that Song Qianji forcibly used a certain method that consumes a lot of energy and casts clouds and rain within a certain range.

What kind of road does Song Qianji want to take?

Wei Ping has never been an immortal official, but he claims to have seen enough and understands the twists and turns of an immortal official's management of the territory.

The monks rely on the power of fireworks and vows to gain luck, so should they save the suffering and protect the mortal world?

The experience of the big faction in the cultivation world tells the monks that this cannot be done.What the Zhao family has done is excessive exploitation and overdraft, which is not conducive to healthy development, and is also an outlier in the cultivation world.

According to common sense, there should be a degree of relaxation, five points for squeezing, four points for charity, and the remaining one point for letting go, depending on the sky.

Otherwise, if there is no disease or disaster, who will worship the temple?

No pain, no pain, who asks for a fairy official?

The monk asked about the Dao, and he was always fighting.Compete for time with similar resources and heaven.

Like Song Qianji, spending all his time on benefiting Qianqu is destined to be out of proportion to the reward.

When the weather in Qianqu is smooth and everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, people take everything for granted and expect more.

People's desires are endless. If you have a thatched house, you want a mud-brick house;

With a house, I wonder why other people have BMW cars.

At that time, the fairy officials can no longer satisfy everyone's desires.Instead, mortals feel resentful and blame you for not giving.

Is it really worth it for Song Qianji to delay the road and sacrifice everything for Qianqu?

Can this road that no one has traveled really make sense?

Carpenter Liu stood up and patted the ashes on his knees.

The shadow of the sun sets in the west, and the red-gold sunset shines on the tall grain piles.The wind blew the dry fragrance of the grains, blowing away the flowing sweat, the wife wiped the sweat of the husband, and the child brought water to the mother.Although it was busy and hard work, it was fun, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

This smile is too similar and too dazzling.

Wei Ping finally asked the question: "What if one day, Song Xianguan can't give you what you want?"

"Ah?" Carpenter Liu didn't understand.

Weiping repeated the question again.

He really wanted to know if Song Qianji would lose his offerings, faith, and everything when he stopped giving.

"Song Xianguan has never given anything." Liu Carpenter's smile faded, and his face was serious.

The setting sun at night made his dark complexion and the wrinkles and marks left by life on his face appear more profound.

He said to Weiping:

"Look at the river here and the road over there, they were not conjured up by Immortal Song with a wave of his sleeves, but by everyone in our village carrying basket after basket, digging with shovel after shovel, and doing it with their own hands! Woman! Cook at home, men go out to catch up with work. The father is exhausted, and there are sons, every household is like this. We Qianqu have also been rich, and our ancestors used to farm and study in the past, and we just want to live a human life!"

"On the first day Song Xianguan came, he told us not to kneel or worship the temple. He said that he would not grant any of our wishes."

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Tiancheng against the afterglow of the setting sun:

"When you worship him, you don't ask him for money or goods, or for alms, but you only ask him to live a long life and be healthy every year."

Xiaohu was chasing and playing with his companions by the grain pile. When Carpenter Liu saw it, he woke up like a dream, laughed and cursed, and went to hug his son.

As if struck by lightning, Tuliu Weiping froze on the spot: "I only hope that he will live a long life and be healthy every year..."

The strong west wind blew up his clothes, blowing him all the way to Huawei City in spring.

At that time, the Dengwen Conference had just ended, and he approached the crowded casino with rubbings of hero posts and chess records of the game of picking stars. He looked up and saw the two options of "Sage of Books" and "Ghost of Chess", as if he saw two options leading to the same goal. dead end.

He drew his sword and looked around in a daze, so he shouted loudly and placed a heavy bet.

It turned out that he had won the all-or-nothing gamble.

Wei Ping murmured: "There is a third way, a third way!"

Not far away, two figures approached.

"It's him? Are you sure?" Ji Chen asked.

Meng Heze nodded fiercely.

Ji Chen hesitated: "Isn't this the second idiot who is possessed by evil? The two leaders of us want wealth and good looks. Bullying a fool is immoral."