Under the sunshine, the Daming Palace is solemn and majestic.

Just inside the Guangzhaifang, which is only one street from Daming Palace, a locust tree courtyard is full of but it looks yin and erotic.

Huifan, a monk who had just been deprived of his title and dismissal not long ago, walked in the garden with a bucket of clear water. He scooped water with a gourd ladle and slowly poured it down along the edge of the ridge, watering the new seedlings that had just emerged from the ground to a green and verdant.

"Senior brother, senior brother, senior brother!" The monk Huiming rushed into the garden in a flash, his old face was filled with ecstasy, "It was cracked, cracked, entrusted by Princess Anle, Sima Chengzhen..."

"Staying!" Huifan didn't raise his head and whispered to remind him. The gourd ladle in his hand was slightly tilted, and the cold water inside was evenly distributed to the five adjacent new seedlings, without a drop splashing out of the vegetable bed.

"Yes!" Huiming's face immediately turned red, she lowered her head and received the teachings together.

"Say!" Huifan threw down a word and continued to scoop water with a gourd ladle. It seemed that the most important thing throughout the day was not as good as the new seedlings in front of him.

"Yes!" Huiming agreed in a deep voice, and then added with shame, "At noon the day before yesterday, Princess Anle commissioned Sima Chengzhen to crack the mystery of Fire Meteor! It has been confirmed that the so-called Fire Meteor is a thunder technique, originating from the Taoist Five Thunder Dharma. The excitation conditions are extremely complex and require long-term chanting of mantras."

"Confirm?" Huifan glanced at his junior brother, carried the empty bucket, and staggered towards the pond in the distance. His movements were a little old, but his pace was consistent.

"I'm sure, Sima Chengzhen demonstrated twice. Li Xianzong demonstrated it in the same way again, and both of them successfully ignited the flames. But..." After a little hesitation, Huiming added in a low voice, "But the fireballs emitted only appeared at about ten steps and could not fly further."

"Oh!" Huifan smiled and continued to stagger towards the pond, without commenting on Huiming's answer.

"Senior Brother!" Huiming was nervous, and quickly chased after him, bent down to help. Huifan turned his head and looked at him, scooped up a can of water from the pond, and poured it into the distance. "Crazy!" At six or seven steps away, the water splashed, and was shining by the sunlight passing through the treetops, and the golden light flashed.

"I know, I know the distance is too close! It's not as long as my senior brother pours a spoon of water far away." Huiming's face once again swelled into a pig's liver-like color. He hesitated for a moment and explained in a low voice: "But when Demon Zhang ignited the fire meteor that day, he used five copper bells. And it was the moment when the solar eclipse appeared and the yang turned into the yin. Sima Chengzhen and Li Xianzong both did the method at noon the day before yesterday, only the yang and no yin!"

"The distance is ten times worse after all, and the power is probably the same!" Huifan carried the water scoop and filled the wooden barrel in an orderly manner. Then, he picked up the wooden barrel and continued to water the new seedlings. He disdained the "results" of Sima Chengzhen and Li Xianzong.

"Yes, it's closer and less powerful." Huiming was anxious. While chasing, he reminded him in an extremely low voice, "But brother, this is enough. If you know the conditions for fire meteor to induce fire, you can not give the devil a chance to induce fire. He rushed forward and killed him!"

"What Princess Anle suggests you?" Huifan placed the bucket next to the vegetable bed, straightened his waist, and tapped his sore back with both hands.

"Yes, it's her proposal!" Huiming dared not hide it, blushed and replied in a low voice, "But I think we must eradicate the devil as soon as possible. Now not only the emperor and the saint, but also the White Horse Sect are becoming increasingly alienated from our Baima Sect. Those officials and children of aristocratic families who originally entrusted the money to the sect to manage have also begun to find excuses to withdraw funds. Since Junior Brother Huizhong was unfortunately eaten by the devil, it has only been a month since the funds controlled by the sect have dropped by more than 140,000 yuan. If this continues..."

"Money is something outside of your body." Huifan glanced at him and grabbed the water scoop again. While irrigating, he slowly added: "Others putting money in the White Horse Sect and entrusting the sect to help manage it. This is because they trust that my White Horse Sect can make money with money and that they should pay attention to rules in their work. Instead of trusting how powerful my White Horse Sect is. Otherwise, why would they not hand over the money to a noble person?"

"Yes, yes, senior brother taught him a great lesson!" Huiming did not dare to speak back and continued to nod like a garlic. "But now there are rumors that our fight was lost to the devil named Zhang. There are also rumors that we have not practiced the true scriptures. Especially in the Zen sect, we even publicly claimed that the White Horse Sect had gone astray!"

"A group of madmen who like to slap their lips and tongues. You took care of them and got fooled!" Huifan's expression [Foundation of Literature Museum] finally changed a little. He stood up and curled his lips disdainfully.

"Of course I won't let my disciples pay attention to the madmen of Zen, but there are many believers in the generation of Zen in Gusu. Let them turn black and white. I'm afraid that the people in Jiangnan will be deceived by them. They will really have a misunderstanding of our White Horse Sect!" Huiming raised his hand and wiped his forehead, and continued to add in a low voice.

"Those who sway their lips and tongue will go to the hell of tongue pulling after death!" Huifan glanced at him, and his voice suddenly became a little deeper.

"Yes!" Huiming bowed solemnly, "I will arrange for the Demon-Subduing Vajra to do it immediately. Although my Buddha is compassionate, he cannot allow people to humiliate him in person."

"How do you plan to deal with the devil named Zhang? If the fire meteor really cannot be activated hastily?" Huifan leaned over and picked up the wooden barrel and staggered towards the next vegetable bed.

"Senior brother, have you agreed to take action to eliminate demons?" Huiming was overjoyed and asked in Huifan's footsteps. Before he could get the latter's answer, he couldn't wait to introduce, "I originally planned to send more demon-subduing King Kong to ambush the road and kill him in one fell swoop. But the princess thought that this move was too risky. The last assassination was fruitless, so the Baiqisi must have been on guard. Therefore, the princess suggested that she find a way to transfer Demon Zhang out of Chang'an and stay away from the nest. Then, the sect hired bandits and dead soldiers to attack his car!"

"Yeah—" Huifan stopped and pondered in a low voice.

"The bronze bell is heavy, and the devil cannot carry it with him. He is a civil servant and the number of guards around him is limited. Moreover, this person does not like to hire servants." In order to win the support of his senior brother, Huiming thought about it and listed the favorable conditions for his side one by one. "Also, the princess will inform the sect of his itinerary in advance. She will try her best to extend her stay in other places."

"What does Princess Anle want?" Huifan's eyes became sharper as he heard it. Before he knew it, his eyes lit up into two invisible horizontal knives.

"Princess, the princess wants to be the next saint of the White Horse Sect!" Huiming shivered and answered honestly.

"That's all?" Huifan refused to believe it and shook his head sneered.

"She also wants to be the crown princess. After the Dragon Emperor a hundred years later, she will inherit the throne!" Huiming shivered again and added carefully and quickly, "We must assist her at any cost, just like we used to push her father to the throne. In exchange, if she can ascend the throne, she will be named Buddhism as the sect of protecting the country!"

"Did you agree?" Huifan raised his eyebrows lightly, his waist straightened, and an invisible murderous aura penetrated his body.

Forced by murderous aura, Huiming waved his hand with a pale face, "No, no, senior brother, I didn't dare to agree. It's important, I have to ask my senior brother for instructions first. I..."

"Promise her!" A voice suddenly came from the thatched hut under the locust trees by the pond, clear and decisive.

"Yes!" Huifan, who was already full of murderous aura, suddenly changed back to the old monk. He turned around and bowed to the hut. Then, he turned his body to Huiming again and condescendingly, "The Dharma King has an order to agree to Princess Anle's request. As for Demon Zhang, I hope my junior brother will deal with it calmly. Don't burn your body like last time!"

"Yes! I am obeying the order of the King of Dharma!" Huiming had already lie on the ground at some point. He kowtowed three times at the direction of the sound, and then responded with a pious look on his face.

"Go!" Another clear command sound came from the hut. It was calm and straightforward, as if it came from the mouth of a general who had experienced many battles.

"I am going to leave!" Huiming bowed respectfully again and walked backwards out of the garden. Although he had never seen the Dharma King look like from beginning to end, he was already nervous and sweating profusely.

"Princess Taiping's request, you might as well agree!" The Dharma King's order was once again heard in the thatched hut, not for Huiming, but for Huifan, the leader of the White Horse Sect. "The Tang Dynasty has been too quiet recently, and there must be some turbulence to make the world more understand the compassion of my Buddha!"

"Yes!" Huifan's body trembled for a moment, immediately bent down and saluted solemnly.

In the vegetable bed beside him, several new mandala seedlings that had just broken the ground were swaying in the wind!

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"Senior brother, senior brother, what do you think this is?" Guo Nu used a pottery pot to support a few thin new seedlings and rushed into the study.

In the study, Zhang Qian and Wang Maobo were thinking about how to use the existing accessories on the windmill to the greatest extent and use them on the waterwheel. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and looked at Guo Nu's hand, and saw two familiar leaves swaying slightly in the sun.

"Rose, where did you find it?" Without even caring about the water truck, Zhang Qian threw down the carbon pen and jumped up. He landed directly in front of Guo Nu, snatched the pottery basin, and looked at it carefully in front of him.

It is indeed a rose, not a rose. Although it is not very tall, you can already see small thorns on the stems. Sharp serrated serrations on the edges of leaves the size of quail eggs.

"A friend's family, someone from his ancestors worked as a gardener for Emperor Yang of Sui." Guo smiled angrily and showed off with a proud look. "He still raises all kinds of flowers in his family. The name of this thing is Rose, which is exactly the same as you said last year by senior brother. Some people planted it as early as the Han Dynasty. But in recent years, it is popular with Persian and Han species. It can bloom from spring to winter every year, and after winter, it can be moved into the house and roasted a brazier, and it can continue to bloom without delay!"

"It's it, it! Discuss with your friend. How much does it have and how much will we buy. In my farm, plant dozens of acres first and then hundreds of them in the flower pots. It's better to move into the house in winter!" Zhang Qian rubbed his hands so excitedly that he seemed a little incoherent.

Since he found it last fall, he has finally found the best raw materials for refining essential oils! How could he not be excited?

You should know that the essential oil content of roses is hundreds of times that of chrysanthemums. And as long as the temperature is right and the nutrients can keep up, the flower can bloom all year round.

"I'm afraid I won't get so many flower seedlings after dozens of acres." This was the first time Guo Nu saw his elder brother so excited about a flower seedling. He hesitated for a while and responded carefully, "Senior Brother, will this rose, essential oil be very special?"

"You want as much as you have. Then, ask him to help collect roses. This thing is cut. Cut one from the branches and insert it into the wet mud to take root. It is very easy to plant!" Zhang Qian was excited and waved his hand without hesitation. "As for whether the essential oil is special, you can refine some of it yourself after the flowers bloom and mix it into flower dew. It can be said that with it, flower dew can truly become flower dew!"

This is really not what he said. According to the information he found when he first started making flower dew last year, rose essential oil is the king of essential oils. Not only is it rich and charming, but it is also born with the dual effects of spiritual pleasure and aphrodisiac. It is most suitable for making perfumes.

In addition, rose essential oil also has the functions of removing acne, anti-inflammatory and reducing freckle color, which directly meets the ladies' multi-faceted beauty needs. Adding this product to Liushen Hualu a little can bring the level of Hualu to a new level. And those so-called authentic Hualu with rosemary with rosemary may be reduced to 20 cents at that time, and no one will be interested in it.

"This thing likes sun, not yin, nor clay, and is afraid of waterlogging. It is better to plant it on the slope far away from the river bank!" When talking about planting, Wang Maoboke was walking around with Guo Nu and Zhang Qian. He was itchy when he heard it, and he couldn't help but whisper. "In addition, this thing needs chicken manure. With chicken manure at the root, the flowers bloom more fragrantly!"

"Have you planted it before?" Guo Nu and Zhang Qian turned their heads in surprise and asked in unison.

"No, my family has little land. I didn't have enough food to grow, so I didn't have the courage to plant flowers. But I saw someone fiddling with it!" Wang Maobo grinned and waved his hand embarrassedly, "Around Chang'an, there are many gardens in many wealthy families. The place with the most peanuts and densest peanuts is Weiyang Palace. The specific location is not far from our military weapon surveillance. Weiyang Palace was a forbidden garden in the Han Dynasty, and there were many strange flowers and grasses. Although a small half of them were cut into the Imperial Army garrison and military weapon surveillance, many plants and trees have roots in the ground. Even if no one cares about it, they will still germinate in spring!" (Note: Roses are native Chinese plants and have been widely cultivated in the Han Dynasty. However, the varieties are slightly different from modern roses.)

"What did you say?" Zhang Qian could not believe his ears, and he widened his eyes and asked loudly.

If there are many roses in Weiyang Palace, I really want to plant as many acres as I want.

As an emperor who does not seek pleasure, Li Xian had no interest in the Weiyang Palace. Except for the spring and winter reading of the Imperial Guard, he would not show up in the Weiyang Palace any other time. Because the military weapon surveillance is located in the Weiyang Palace, it is as easy to go in and out of the Weiyang Palace as if he was entering and leaving his own home. Spend some money and ask the farm supervisor in the Weiyang Palace to take care of the Weiyang Palace, cut hundreds of rose branches and put them in the seeds. It is easy to get rid of your hand.

"Roses, roses, if you plant too many, you will easily get sick. It is best to plant them between different flowers and plants to grow better!" Recently, Wang Maobo has received more favors from Zhang Qian, and Wang Maobo has completely devoted himself to him. Therefore, everything he knows will tell the truth, "That will take up a lot of land. Although there is a lot of land for less custodians, if you don't plant food and just plant flowers, it will definitely lead to impeachment from the censors!"

"How can you not grow food? Didn't you just say that roses like sunshine and are afraid of flooding. If I grow roses in high places in the village and low-lying places, no one can find fault?" Although I have long experienced the boredom of the Tang Dynasty censors, Zhang Qian still cares about the response.

"In the low-lying areas, you can only grow sorghum, but it doesn't grow well. Even if you have already silted, there is alkali in the field. You can only grow sorghum within at least two or three years!" Wang Maobo smiled and pointed out Zhang Qian's wishful thinking. "Most of the crops in the family are sorghum. Although censors can't find fault, there will inevitably be bored people who regard this as a joke."

People in Chang'an like to eat noodles, while those who are really poor eat millet, sorghum has never been popular. Only when the land in the family is too barren, or the housekeepers and farmers are too lazy, will they plant some sorghum randomly and eat according to the weather.

As a fourth-rank official, Zhang Qian was stared at by many eyes whenever he said and did everything. The family had a lot of green gauze tent. It was easier to save trouble, and self-sufficiency became a problem. If there were thousands of acres of land at home and he had to buy food from outside, there was no doubt that he would be secretly despised by his fellow villagers as a prodigal son!

However, Zhang Qian did not take Wang Maobo's reminder seriously at all. After pondering for a moment, he immediately made a decision, "It's okay, roses are planted on the gentle slopes facing the sun, as many as possible. Low-lying areas, and fields that have just been discharged and are not suitable for planting wheat, all sorghum is planted. Sorghum should not be used as food, and brewing wine is its best way out!"

"Making wine?" This time, it was Wang Maobo's turn to be surprised, widen his eyes and murmured, "Sorghum can make wine, is such a stingy thing?"

"It is definitely not enough to make rice wine, but it is the best choice!" Zhang Qian smiled and clenched his fists with confidence.

Defeating the Treasure Pavilion with the eldest princess as its backing brought him not only a large amount of wealth. At the same time, it also made his mentality change greatly.

He no longer cares about many things that he would have been careful about. And many steps that needed to be repeatedly considered before implementation began to quietly speed up the implementation pace.

As Zhang Qian's junior brother, Guo Nu felt very direct about the changes in his senior brother. After hesitating for a moment, he was about to remind him. However, before he could think about it, he saw Butler Cui running in excitedly.

"Official Master, Guo Shaolang, Wang Zheng!" He changed the cold and fierceness that had been a few months ago. Now, Butler Cui smiled all over his face no matter who he saw. He bowed to Zhang Qian, Guo Nu and Wang Mao Bo first, and then reported with a smile, "Report to the owner, the school is admitted today. Zhang Shanzhu asked you if you have time to go over and take a look. By the way, I would like to encourage the students to be ambitious!"

"Go, of course you have to go!" Zhang Qianwen heard this and smiled decisively. "Junior brother, Brother Mao, should you go together!"

"I can't ask for it!" Guo Nu was born with a lively love, while Wang Maobo was worried that Zhang Qian would encounter unexpected things again and would be intimately protected. So, he smiled and nodded.

The three brothers smiled and left the study, jumped onto the carriage and mount, and walked all the way east. Soon, they arrived at the original White Horse Temple, before the Chengxian Academy.

Since Zhang Ruoxue was appointed as the mountain chief and the plaque was written by the Dragon Emperor Li Xian, the situation that Zhang Qian was worried about was not there at all. On the contrary, many wealthy families in Weinan, Xinfeng, Baling and other places who did not need to save money or save the money from food, also sent their children of appropriate age.

Therefore, the eighty enrollment quotas in the first phase of the plan were not enough. Some people even specially entrusted Sun Anzu's relationship to get people inside. Zhang Ruoxu had to increase the quota to 120 people before he could barely meet the requirements.

Hearing the secret technique Zhang Qian, who was favored by the emperor, was preparing to give lectures to the students. Many parents who sent their children to study also stopped. Everyone gathered in the open space in front of the academy, looking forward to it. They all hoped that Zhang Shaojian, who was said to be extremely good at being an official, could teach his children face-to-face opportunities. Or, his body was shaken and his blessings were scattered, so that the children would have the opportunity to rise to the top like him in the future.

However, when Zhang Qian finally reached the stairs and began to speak, many parents were disappointed. The reason was nothing special. First, Zhang Shaojian's words were very easy to understand, so that people could understand what he wanted to express as long as they listened to them without thinking carefully. Second, Zhang Shaojian's requirements for the students were very low, so low that they were already sorry for the inscriptions on the plaque.

"...I once said that elementary school is in contrast to university. It does not talk about how to govern the country and ensure stability, nor how to serve the emperor, but only to open up, resolve doubts, and allow people to gain the most basic knowledge so as to gain a better foothold in the world." Zhang Qian smiled and repeated his wishes in front of the academy.

Because of the high position of the standing, he could see the disappointment on the adults' faces clearly. He could see the joy and confusion on the children's faces clearly. He could also see the eunuchs and the flying cavalry of the Hundred Riders behind the crowd. However, today, he did not want to accommodate anyone.

"Perhaps some of you will transfer to other schools in the future. Maybe some will become generals and ministers when they grow up. Maybe some will live a mediocre life in their lives, even unknown. However, Chengxian Academy is still willing to become each of you and the common home." Skipping those philanthropists, excited or numb adults, he focused his attention on the children, just like looking at the new seedlings, "I don't have much hope for you here, I just look forward to it. After you read the book, you will look at the children. "I don't have much hope for you here. I just look forward to it. , You can make the most basic judgments about right and wrong, good and evil. Don’t follow the crowd, and don’t be independent to show that you are unique. I hope you can learn to think and ask more questions about everything? Know the truth and know the reason. If you can keep a little compassion for the people in the future and develop some empathy for the same kind of people, I will be proud of you. Because that is the significance of the establishment of this academy, and it is also the biggest difference between this academy and other academys!"

Suddenly he felt a little excited. He smiled and gently clasped his fists at everyone under the steps.

He suddenly felt that even though he traveled through time and space, he had never been alone

Because there are a pair of eyes that keep watching themselves, their words and deeds, their actions, and they are deeply proud of themselves!

Volume 2, Ten Thousand Houses Lights End
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