Jiangping County

With the establishment of Daxu, the world gradually became peaceful, and the government also began to build roads and canals. This official road is one of the latest political achievements of the county magistrate.

On both sides of the official road are large fields of wheat. Winter wheat has been planted and even sprouted. You can see farmers in groups of three or three farming in the distance.

"Glorious family and return home in a rich manner!"

Not long after midnight, there was an ox cart on the road. The coachman was rushing forward, with a smile on his face. He could carry the newly promoted Master Jie Yuan, but for a very good reason, Chen Yuan sat on the side of the coachman and replied to Pei Ziyun's words.

Near the village, Chen quickly called the groom to stop the car, lifted the curtain, pointed to a field outside and said to Pei Ziyun: "Young Master, the fertile fields outside are all yours. Although they are not a complete field, they have 50 acres in total, and they are rented separately."

After hearing Chen Yuan's words, Pei Ziyun got off the ox cart and saw a large area of ​​fertile fields extending from both sides of the official road. The rice and wheat seasons were harvested in September. Now it was October, and many tenants were busy in the fields.

The water in the fields had been dry for a long time. After half a month of drying, these tenants were hoeing the fields and planting winter wheat.

"Young Master, I bought the field a little late, but I can also replant it, which is not much different."

“Some can be grown in rapeseed.”

A tenant dug up the hoe and hoe the large pieces of soil to disperse. The tenant has already hoeed a small half of this field.

When they saw Mr. Chen, the tenants greeted him by. These lands were bought by Mr. Chen. It is said that they have something to do with the Pei family.

In the minds of these tenants, the Pei family was extraordinary. The ancestors were officials in the previous dynasty. When they arrived in this dynasty, they became scholars and then became juren. They were really not ordinary people.

As the farmer greeted him, Chen said hurriedly: "You guys, come and see Mr. Pei. Mr. Pei has just come back from the prefecture to learn about Yuan, so he won't stay in the fields for too long."

Listening to this, the tenant who was greeting was shocked and secretly looked at it. Seeing the 17 or 18-year-old young man in front of him, he had a majesty between his eyebrows. It turned out that he was Master Pei, the juren. He was shocked and quickly called for someone and called the busy tenant to come.

Pei Ziyun was about to stop him, but after thinking about it, many things could not be changed in this world, so he had to follow him. If he didn't let him pay a visit, someone might have other thoughts.

"I've met the master."

In just a moment, tenants gathered to pay their respects. Pei Ziyun glanced at him and looked honest. There were twenty households, and all the gifts were received.

Chen looked at it and was very envious, and said again: "The tenant is connected to the wasteland, but the wasteland is too late to be reclaimed. He can only plow it now, use a water truck to divert water, dig a small canal, and plant rice next year!"

Chen pointed and saw that there was someone working along the river, but a water truck was building. Pei Ziyun was surprised: "Is it installed like this?"

"Young Master, the court originally wanted to promote water trucks, but they were expensive and cost hundreds of taels of silver. Not many could buy them, so there was stock. As soon as they said, they were shipped to load on the same day."

Pei Ziyun looked carefully and found that the water truck was 15 meters high, and the axle supported wooden spokes. Each spoke had a scraper and water bucket at the top.

The river water flows by, slowly turns the spokes, and fills the river water and lifts upwards. It tiles to the top, injects the water into the ferry and flows into the irrigated farmland.

There are still temporary workers digging the canal.

“How much can this water truck irrigate?”

"Young master, there are three large, medium and small water trucks. The big water trucks can irrigate six or seven hundred acres of farmland, and the small ones can irrigate one or two hundred acres. This is a medium size, which can irrigate four or five hundred acres."

"It's so neat!" At this time, Pei Ziyun had to praise Chen Chen's talent. In fact, it is understandable. Although Da Xu did not despise businessmen that way, a mere peddler who could make a fortune in ten years was a big deal. It was conceivable that he had to have some talent - but unfortunately he didn't know the general idea, and he was still imprisoned in his previous life and worked hard for ten years to marry someone.

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard the sound of firecrackers. When I saw that the village chief, the village chief, and the tribe all came up to us. It was okay, but there was a dark person in front of me, but it was a patrol inspector.

"If you don't dare to be the master, why dare to be the master to welcome you?" Everyone kowtowed and bowed. Pei Ziyun was already Jie Yuan and could not help him, but this person was surprised.

"How dare you be the Lord of the Yuan Dynasty?" The originally cold inspector was smiling. This inspector was a coincidence. He heard that Pei Ziyun had been a Juren and took his people to patrol Woniu Village and could also deal with him. The new dynasty was first established, and Pei Ziyun was young. As long as he was willing to study and wait until the next term, he might be able to win the Jinshi. When will he not be able to communicate with him at this time?

If you take a step back ten thousand steps, even if you don’t get a Jinshi exam, Jie Yuan can be appointed to the position at any time. You can immediately go to the ninth rank. Although you are all of the same grade, your future will be at least a county magistrate. If you can become a magistrate, you will probably be the top.

Now we are kind to each other. One adult and the other Jie Yuangong smiled at each other. Cao San, who was following him, had already been promoted to another level at this time and was considered a military official, but he couldn't raise his head and bowed: "Greetings to the Lord Jing Yuangong."

"All the villagers, get up!" Pei Ziyun helped the village chief up again.

"Master, the clan temple has been built, so please ask the master to burn incense and open it." The third uncle of the clan tribe said, when the war was in chaos, the Pei family ancestral hall was destroyed during the war, and several of his own families had to move here.

The people who left their hometown were humble, but fortunately, they had such a talent as Pei Ziyun. After being a scholar, rebuilding a clan temple was equivalent to re-establishing the foundation. At this moment, many Pei family members were crying.

"This is a big deal, so Duke Jie Yuan just goes." The inspector was very understanding.

Everyone flocked to Pei Ziyun and headed towards the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall was not far from Woniu Village. The Black Wind Thieves had been cleaned up and it was okay to build it outside the village now.

The Feng Shui Master has invited this ancestral hall to see it, and I chose this place and made a geography. Then I decided to set the location. I got closer to the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall had been completed. The outside was painted with white exterior walls, with tiles on the walls, and two small stone lions standing in front of the door. Pei Ziyun's scholar barely used it. Now the juren is right and stands tall in front of the door, which is quite majestic.

The village chief of Woniu Village looked a little envious.

As we approached, we saw that the door was made of stone, which was expensive and time-consuming, but Pei Ziyun left a sum of money before leaving, so we used it.

There are two red painted doors, and the plaque on the door says the four big words "Pei Family Ancestral Hall".

The inspector and the village chief were sent to the entrance of the ancestral hall and did not enter. They sat down with a table at the door. This was the business of the Pei family and it was difficult for outsiders to participate.

"Mother!" Pei Qian ordered people to set up a table in front of the gate. At this time, Pei Ziyun stepped forward and knelt down: "My son is back."

"My son is back, and he is back with Jie Yuan." When he was a scholar last time, he did not cry in public this time. Pei Qian wiped his eyes: "Send your father to the temple!"

"Yes!" Pei Ziyun took the spirit card of his father. With a wave of his hand, he heard the sound of firecrackers. The door of the ancestral hall gradually opened. Except for Pei Ziyun, every household behind him carved the spirit card according to the genealogy.

"Send the ancestral hall!" someone shouted.

The Pei family followed Pei Ziyun into the ancestral hall. The Lord of God placed Pei Ziyun's father on his own, and other spiritual signs were placed on one side.

"Bring incense!" Pei Ziyun took the incense and inserted it into the incense burner.

"Three bows!" The tribe members saluted together, and cigarettes lingered up, which immediately added some mystery. Then the third uncle recited the sacrificial text in the ancestral hall and told his ancestors that Pei Ziyun was a juren.

Pei Ziyun looked a little changed, and the plum blossoms vibrated slightly, but disappeared. Pei Ziyun thought to himself: "Based on the memory and knowledge of the original owner, the ancestral hall can be rebuilt and sacrifices, and a large house can be formed in the underworld for the residence of ancestors. However, the Pei Family Ancestral Hall suffered war and the ancestral hall was damaged. Now it is rebuilt, is it rebuilt on the spot or moved into a new land?"

After thinking about it, I laughed silently.

After the sacrifice, the third uncle said, "The clan school has also been established."

As he said that, he led him to see that the ancestral hall was separated from the surrounding tribes. On weekdays, the door was closed and approached the tribes, and he saw a classroom.

The gentleman invited looked like a fifty-year-old boy. He was old and had no hope of fame and fortune. He taught students in the wing room. He suddenly felt a little sad when listening to the sound of firecrackers outside.

Several children from the same tribe of the Pei family were shaking their heads and reading, but their eyes were involuntarily looking outside. When the old Tongsheng saw it, he did not use the ruler to hit it as usual. It was just a bit too much, so he used the ruler to intimidate him.

On weekdays, the old boy often used a ruler to punish him. At this time, these naughty boys were taught a lesson, sat down obediently, and pretended to recite.

At this time, the crowd came over, and the old Tongsheng stood up in surprise: "I have met Mr. Jie Yuan."

Pei Ziyun quickly helped her up, looked around and said, "The clan school was just starting to be established, but the conditions were simple, but he was tired of the teacher and could not respect him. I would like to give you five taels of congratulations. If you keep it, you can understand a little bit."

This five taels of silver, the fine silver shining, and the old Tongsheng quickly refused: "The restaurant fee has been collected, how can I collect it again?"

Pei Ziyun said, "You have to give me more advice from the teacher you learned about this clan in the future. This is natural. If this is the case, you will be dissatisfied!"

After a while of refusal, the old Tongsheng took the money and bowed and thanked him, but his mood was complicated, happy and sad. He never touched the scholar for his whole life. This young man won the Jie Yuan at the age of fifteen. Why is the gap so big?

Outside the ancestral hall, on the tea table, the inspector talked to the village chief at the same table. The inspector exclaimed: "The Pei family has the protection of his ancestors. Since the previous dynasty has suffered a great disaster and his family has fallen into ruin. But I didn't expect that now, Duke Jieyuan has returned home with his grand style. I am also envious of the inspection."

The village chief continued, "Yes, the Pei family is really emitting a ancestral tomb. I have learned about the Yuan Dynasty. If the Zhang family in Woniu Village can also produce a juren, it would be a glorious family."

When the inspector heard this, he secretly complained in his heart that you, a poor and unruly man, can you have a scholar? You must know that the Pei family is a scholarly family for generations.

The village chief sighed in his heart. He did not intend to offer Pei Juren's childhood sweetheart at that time, so how could this situation be like today? It turned out that Pei Ziyun was just a scholar. He didn't think that now that he has passed the Juren, he will have less care in his life and the gap will be big.
Chapter completed!