Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Looking at Jing Xinglan's mysterious look, Qiao Jing was also aroused with curiosity.

"What?" he asked.

The man triumphantly spread out his wet palms. It seems that he went to the stream to wash his hands just now.Qiao Jing looked down and found that it was a light white stone the size of a pigeon egg, with a smooth surface and some dark lines, a bit like two or three Yuhua stones in small shops in scenic spots.

But no matter from which angle you look at it, it is an ordinary stone.

"...Could it be jade?"

Qiao Jing doesn't know much about this, or is this stone actually some kind of precious gemstone, the kind that is priceless for a small piece?

"No, it's just an ordinary rock." Jing Xinglan vetoed his guess.

Qiao Jing blinked: "Then why do you say it's a good thing?"

"Because the lines on it look like a cat," Jing Xinglan pointed to the cat's ears and tail with great interest, "Look, don't they look like it?"

Qiao Jing widened his eyes slightly, and nodded in agreement with him: "It's really quite similar, with the charm of 008."

"Right!"

008: "...you two are so boring."

The little black cat snorted arrogantly, flicked its tail, and curled itself up on the wicker chair.

Qiao Jing put the stone on the desk, and it can be used as a paperweight when writing.Jing Xinglan leaned against the door frame and watched his movements, suddenly smiled and said, "I thought you would say 'isn't it just a stone'."

"Why?" Qiao Jing asked him strangely.

"Because..." Jing Xinglan was stunned for a moment, "It's just an ordinary stone."

"But it's a rock with cats on it."

The two looked at each other, and Qiao Jing's expression was very serious, with a hint of puzzlement—didn't Jing Xinglan tell him this before?

Jing Xinglan let out a chuckle, walked over and hugged the black-haired young man's waist stickily, and deliberately rubbed his chin on his shoulder.

"What should I do," he whispered, "Jojo, I really like you more and more now, every day I like you more than before."

Qiao Jing instantly recovered his expressionless face.

"Let's go, you're covered in sweat." He pushed Jing Xinglan's head away, this person really started to feel numb whenever he had time, and he couldn't bear it, "You didn't just do this thing this morning, did you? "

"How is it possible." Next, Jing Xinglan told him eloquently about his contribution to the field this morning, including considering the soil quality, chatting with other farmers to inquire about the annual harvest and nearby food demand, as well as the court's tax policy etc.

"Although our land is only half an acre, it's enough to grow some vegetables and fruits for our own food," Jing Xinglan concluded, "but if there is any surplus, we can exchange some rice, flour, grain, oil and tea with the surrounding villagers. , but also to build a good relationship with the people here.”

Qiao Jing watched him eloquently, and was quiet for a while.

Jing Xinglan is really virtuous.

"Frugal and thrifty at home," he tried hard to think about the words of praise in his mind, "not bad."

Jing Xinglan: "..."

It is early spring, the ice and snow are melting, and the temperature is rising. It is a good time to sow seeds.Jing Xinglan was still discussing with Qiao Jing whether he would go to the city tomorrow to buy some seeds and farm tools. He only used the hoe he borrowed this morning twice before giving up because the material was not good and he was afraid of breaking it.

Although the technological level of Daliang has developed rapidly, and the official smelted steel swords can be said to be able to cut iron like mud, but the people in many places still use these most primitive agricultural tools.On the surface, it is because of the high price, but in fact, the output is too low, and it cannot be popularized among the people for the time being.

"It just so happens that I will accompany you to the street to buy some books," Jing Xinglan said, "The capital city of Daliang is many times more prosperous than the countryside. There are newspaper offices, bookstores, and booksellers who specialize in selling and collecting books. The street in the capital city There are shops opened by them all over the world, not much worse than modern big bookstores."

This sounds really tempting, Qiao Jing agreed after thinking for a while: "Okay, then how do we go?"

"Walk two miles to the station in Majia Village next door, and take a car." Jing Xinglan noticed his surprised eyes, and smiled, "Didn't expect that? There is already a steam locomotive in Daliang. The chances of you bumping into a foreigner there are very high." It is estimated to be higher than when shopping on the commercial street on weekends."

Qiao Jing had never seen a steam locomotive.

It is said that motorcycles and mechs are a man's romance, but he is not very interested in these. He just wants to go to the city to buy some books and learn more about this country.

Today's lunch is fried bacon with bamboo shoots and sweet and sour fish.The oily bacon slices are crystal clear on the plate. Half of them are fat, but they don’t make people feel greasy. Paired with refreshing fresh bamboo shoots and steaming white rice, this dish alone Just enough for dinner.

Not to mention the sweet and sour fish with a sweet and sour taste. Qiao Jing picked up a chopstick and could hardly taste the earthy smell of the river fish. The skin was fried just right, and the meat inside was white and tender. It has to make people bite their tongues off.

He, who has never liked bibimbap, deliberately used a spoon to pour a few spoonfuls of sweet and sour fish soup on the white rice this time.

"This taste," the young man picked up the bowl, said vaguely with puffed cheeks, "only I have tasted it when I was a child."

Although Jing Xinglan's craftsmanship has always been very good, for a delicacy, the proportion of ingredients can reach 50.00%, or even higher.No matter how good a chef is, he can't make delicious seafood with expired fish and shrimp, but someone who knows how to cook and gets fresh ingredients can also make a delicious meal that makes people's index finger move.

Qiao Jing felt that, for now, the best thing about this world was that its ingredients were absolutely natural, which caused him to eat several more mouthfuls of food every meal.

When they finished their lunch, a dark cloud was blown by the wind.Qiao Jing looked up at the gloomy sky and said, "Don't go out this afternoon, it might rain."

Jing Xinglan had already felt the rain falling from the sky, and frowned slightly: "I hope it doesn't rain too much... Otherwise, I might not be able to leave tomorrow."

At this time, the roads are all dirt roads, and when it rains, they become muddy.

Afterwards, the two chatted about Qiao Jing's new article, and were about to take back the tables, chairs and benches in the yard, when they heard a sudden commotion outside, someone shouting, "It's the water, it's the water", and the direction of the school is still in the wind There was a thick cloud of smoke that could be seen even from their side.

Jing Xinglan and Qiao Jing looked at each other, and Jing Xinglan said decisively, "I'll go out and have a look."

Qiao Jing nodded.

He moved the table and chairs back into the house by himself, and sat by the bed for a while, looking at the sparse raindrops outside the window, always feeling a little restless.

Seeing the rain getting heavier and heavier, Qiao Jing breathed a sigh of relief.He picked up the oiled-paper umbrella in the corner, told 008 to look after the house, pushed open the courtyard door and walked out.

The direction of the fire was in the direction of the school. Qiao Jing thought that the family living nearby caught fire accidentally, or that the naughty children playing outside the school had set the hut on fire, but when he came outside the crowd, he found the culprit. The culprit turned out to be a group of people from Majia Village.

The fire has been stopped, but half of the hut has been burned to black charcoal, and most of the roof has collapsed.People from the two villages basically gathered in the open space in front of the school, with the village chiefs of the two villages in the middle, and the chattering noise of disputes and discussions made Qiao Jing's eardrums buzz.

He listened for a while, but he still couldn't understand what they were arguing about, and he didn't want to get involved in this matter. He could only roughly understand that the people in the two villages should have a conflict of interest because of something.

Holding the oil-paper umbrella, the young man looked back and forth among the crowd looking for Jing Xinglan's position, but looking from his side, he could only see a mass of black heads, and he didn't know where Jing Xinglan had gone— —

"Mr. Qiao, you have to decide for us!"

Suddenly, a villager noticed Qiao Jing's arrival, and his high-pitched shout immediately attracted everyone in the audience.

Qiao Jing clenched the handle of the umbrella in his hand, and being stared at by so many people, his breathing suddenly became rapid, his face paled a lot, and he subconsciously turned his toes to the side, wanting to Escape from this place of right and wrong.

"Joe Mirror!"

But at this moment, Jing Xinglan, whom he had been looking for for a long time but couldn't find just now, strode across the crowd and walked to him.

The moment Qiao Jing saw the man, Qiao Jing's tense nerves relaxed for some reason.

"People from Majia Village came to make trouble and set fire to the school." Jing Xinglan explained the situation here to him in a low voice, "When the land was divided before, there were conflicts between the two villages, and this time they even occupied the school. A tea garden on the mountain."

Qiao Jing nodded slightly, but couldn't help but want to sigh heavily.

Sure enough, it was because of the land.

Even in modern society, there are often disputes and even human deaths in rural areas due to uneven distribution of land.In such a place that seems to be a paradise, as long as there are people, there will inevitably be conflicts of interest.

People in the two villages all turned to look at him, including two village chiefs and a young man in his early twenties wearing a blue brocade robe and a green jade pendant around his waist.When he saw Qiao Jing, his expression was first surprised and fearful, and then he remembered something. His compact facial features slowly stretched out, and there was a kind of complacency between his brows and eyes.

"So it's sir," he said with a smile, and bowed his hands to Qiao Jing perfunctorily, "Although I have only been in your school for three months, you can be regarded as my enlightenment teacher, sorry Excuse me, it’s rare to go back to my hometown, and I forgot to visit you.” After he finished speaking, he paused, and deliberately dragged out his voice, “But I heard that the school was disbanded a long time ago. Ah, fortunately, no students have come to class, what a blessing, what a blessing."

The village chief of Liujia Village suddenly turned his head and stared at him, so angry that his beard was all over his lips: "You, you are talking nonsense with your eyes open!"

"Mr. Liu, what you said," the young man snorted, and the old god said, "I just said that I also studied in school. Mr. was a little strict with me at the beginning, but I also You're not the kind of person who doesn't know what to expect, so you won't come to revenge for such a trivial matter, right?"

"You guys are trying to threaten us to submit!" A girl with small freckles scolded him in the crowd, "Ten years ago it was agreed that the tea garden on the mountain would be split in half, and even the boundaries were drawn. Liu became an official in the city, and your Majia Village immediately turned your back on it and denied it. You took up so much of our land for nothing, and now you dare to go directly to the village and set fire to it! You are too deceitful!"

"Yo, you know how to deceive people too much," the young man laughed, looking obviously not ashamed but proud, "It seems that the master taught you well, then did they teach you a word called—— — Hu Luo Pingyang being bullied by dogs? Hahahaha!"

He laughed a few times, and under the glaring eyes of everyone, he suddenly darkened his face, patted the green jade pendant on his waist that only officials can wear, and blatantly threatened: "Anyway, I will say something about today's matter." Forget it! If you don’t accept it, you can go to the government to sue me, but don’t blame me for not reminding you, the government in this area has friendship with me, don’t get wronged by then, and you will go to jail! "

Hearing what he said, all the people of Liujia Village present showed angry expressions that dared not speak out, and the girl was so angry that he cried.But Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of helplessness in each other's eyes.

Qiao Jing asked with her mouth: "Is he really an official?" '

He believes that there must be officials like Ma Laoliu in the world who become arrogant and domineering once the villain gets his way, but Liujia Village is right next to the capital, and the people can walk to the government office even if they spend a day on foot. Would officials be so stupid as to hand over such an obvious handle to their political opponents?

Ruining his bright future for a mere tea garden, if this person is really an official, his eyelids would be too shallow.

"I heard from them that Ma Laoliu was originally a second-class dealer who resold tea, but this time he came back and somehow became an official," Jing Xinglan replied in a low voice, "If I can get his piece Yupei, you know it's real or fake."

And the villagers of Liushen Wuzhu also pinned their last hope on Qiao Jing at this time, after all, he was the only one in the village who had studied.

"Sir, help us find a way!"

"Sir, we can't let them bully our Liu Family Village!"

"That's right, the village chief, the big deal... The big deal is that we will fight!"

As soon as a stunned young man uttered these words, he was slapped on the head by the village chief: "What are you fighting for! Okay, do you still want to kill someone?"

Qiao Jing took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling in his voice, and stretched out his hand to the young man under the eyes of everyone:

"Give me your jade pendant."

The young man immediately became vigilant: "What are you going to do? Can this be given to anyone casually? This is the proof of the court's order!"

"Not everyone can be called an official of the imperial court," Qiao Jing said, "Do you have any orders or imperial edicts from His Majesty? Are you a Jinshi? Are you a fifth-rank official?"

After three questions in a row, the young man was speechless, and could only stare at him sternly: "Then, why should I give it to you if you want it?"

Qiao Jing: "Because you said it yourself, you have studied in school, and I am your husband. Then don't you know what it means to be a teacher for one day and be a father for life? ?”

Even if Daliang opens up again, these eight characters are enough to crush people to death.After Qiao Jing said a few words, the young man's face turned from blue to white and then to red. The colors looked as if they had opened a dyeing workshop, and they were really pretty.

The expressions of the surrounding villagers in Liujia Village were in stark contrast to his. Everyone was smiling and applauding, just like drinking a large bowl of ice water in summer, feeling very happy.

Seeing that the treasure of his own village was at a disadvantage, the head of Majia Village quit immediately and stood up tremblingly with a cane. He sized Qiao Jing up and down with a pair of sinister eyes, but was blocked by Jing Xinglan calmly. .

"Hmph!" He snorted heavily, and said disdainfully, "It's just a dying struggle. Xiao Liu, since they don't believe it, then you can show the jade pendant to your husband, and let him know what real success is!"

Cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead. He squeezed the jade pendant in his hand, felt the sights from all directions, and finally gritted his teeth and handed the jade pendant out.

Anyway, they are just a group of rural people, he thought with luck, they must not be able to tell the truth from the fake.When he was looking for someone to imitate, the craftsman said that there is no difference between this fake jade pendant with the naked eye, unless...

Qiao Jing took the jade pendant, just glanced at it, then passed it to Jing Xinglan who was standing beside him.

In front of hundreds of fellow villagers, Jing Xinglan calmly took out a piece of emerald jade pendant that was similar in size to this jade pendant but with a completely different pattern on it from his bosom, bent down and picked up a stone from the ground, Touched them separately, the former made a slightly dull "buzz" sound, while the latter made a crisp "ding" sound.

"Fake." He concluded.

"Impossible!" Before the young man could speak, the head of Majia Village yelled first. He hit the ground heavily with his crutches, pointed at Jing Xinglan's nose with trembling fingers and cursed, "Don't put your Compared with our junior, he is a serious court official..." He remembered Qiao Jing's words in the middle of his sentence, and he got stuck before continuing, "A serious court official! You bastard The boy is the fake——Xiao Liu, don't drag me, let me scold this daring bastard to death!"

Qiao Jing remembered that it was written in the "Daliang Dynasty Chronicle" that a local tycoon relied on his power in his hometown to insult the imperial envoy at will, and was finally sentenced to Ling Chi, and the whole family was exiled thousands of miles.

And this book, basically every teacher in the school will tell the students. It can be said that anyone who has been in the school cannot not know this story.

He silently stared at the young man who was obviously in a state of disbelief. Just pretending to be an official of the court to oppress the people, according to the laws of the Liang Dynasty, his life would be finished.

And just now Jing Xinglan was pointed at by the village chief and scolded as a dog. If he got serious, the whole Majia Village would be ruined.

Just looking at the material of the jade pendant, Qiao Jing thought, this person has indeed made a lot of money after going out for a few years. matter.

"You should also be able to see which one is real and which one is fake," Jing Xinglan would not argue with an ignorant old man, but turned his gaze to Ma Jinchen who was trembling all over. The name engraved on the jade pendant, "Did you say it yourself, or should we go to the government to say it?"

The village head of Majia Village wanted to say who would be afraid of whoever went to the government, but Ma Jinchen's strange behavior was too obvious——

He was sweating profusely, his face was as pale as a dead man, and some people believed that he would faint on the spot in the next second.

An absurd idea came to Village Chief Ma's heart, he gasped, and tremblingly asked, "Xiao Liu, you, you... say something!"

Ma Jinchen was so frightened by his shout that he knelt down on the ground with a thud. Under the unbelievable eyes of Village Chief Ma, he kowtowed to Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan in tears: "My lord, I , I don’t know Taishan, the jade pendant is indeed an imitation, but the material used is not the material of the court officials, many merchants will make one, but ordinary people can’t recognize it... Please spare my life My lord, I don't dare anymore!"

While crying, he crawled towards Qiao Jing on his knees, wanting to hug the young man's thigh and beg for mercy: "Sir, I was wrong. You see that I am your student, please forgive me..."

But before his hand touched Qiao Jing's leg, Jing Xinglan kicked him back.

"Don't touch him." He said coldly.

A total of dozens of young and strong men came to Majia Village this time. It seemed that they had malicious intentions to provoke troubles, but to put it bluntly, their confidence was brought by Ma Jinchen. Now when they saw him kneeling like this Begging for mercy, everyone panicked immediately.

While the villagers let out a sigh of relief, they were all amazed at Ma Jinchen's performance.

Isn't it just that the fraud was exposed?

As for begging so hard?

This time, it was the young man who had listened carefully in the school and stood up to explain their confusion. He simply told the folks the story of the tyranny in the "Daliang Dynasty Chronicle" that the master had told them back then. Once again, everyone present suddenly realized.

"It turned out to be Ling Chi, my dear..."

"You're too courageous! This is a lot of money, so I don't want to die!"

"Then Majia Village will also be exiled?"

"That's for sure, they offended the nobleman, and that jade pendant is the real jade pendant."

Hearing these words, everyone in Majia Village was completely panicked, and the head of Ma Village even slammed his cane on Ma Jinchen's back, cursing in the heavy rain: "You are confused! You are an idiot!"

He threw away his crutches and knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed heavily to Jing Xinglan and other villagers in Liujia Village: "My lord, fellow villagers, I beg you to let Xiao Liuma go. Go into the mountains to pick tea, I, Ma, would like to be an ox or a horse for you..."

Jing Xinglan sighed.

He was a little tired of this kind of drama.

Jing Xinglan turned to look at Qiao Jing. The young man didn't wear much. Although he was holding an umbrella in his hand, his fingers were already shivering in the cold pouring rain.

He made up his mind, so he said lightly: "That jade pendant is not mine either, you can ask Liu Qi's father for the specific situation."

Liu Qi is the boy who just told the folks about "The Chronicles of the Liang Dynasty". Now he was praised by his father for reading the book, and he finally looked a little manly. , The eyes of the villagers once again focused on the father and son, and immediately tensed their faces.

"Let's go."

Taking advantage of their attention elsewhere, Jing Xinglan took off his coat, put it on Qiao Jing, and took the umbrella in his hand.

"By the way, I haven't had time to ask you yet," Jing Xinglan asked as he walked, "Your new article is about to write Mr. Teacher, so what is the plot that awakens Mei Qingyun?"

Qiao Jing: "..."

He suddenly woke up.

Aren't the various setbacks encountered by the protagonist in his novel a replica of today's farce?

Sure enough, fiction comes from reality.