Yang Ji looked over them one by one. The bottom line was that the cause and effect of the incident had been fully understood. According to the text in the barn, the whole thing was not much different from what he had guessed.
The previous dynasty had not only obtained these sacred grains for a long time, but also attached great importance to this grain. One bucket was divided into five parts and distributed to five different counties in the north and south for planting.
It is planned to plant to a certain extent, and after all the barns are filled, the planting will be promoted on a large scale. However, God is not as good as man. Langya County in the previous dynasty had not fully realized this wish, and the previous dynasty collapsed. Went out.
This kind of plan can only be shelved.
However, they still know how precious this kind of thing is. Although the previous dynasty was destroyed, they still stored these sacred valleys in caves and preserved them well.
"This is a truly good thing and cannot be wasted. After we return, we will hand it over to the people of Nongsangsi for disposal."
Yang Ji took the initiative and put all these barns and the sacred valley into Naji bottles.
Professional matters should be left to professional people. These old things from the past have been buried for thousands of years, and now it’s time to see them again.
Yang Ji took the Divine Valley and turned around to leave without being greedy for more. Although the Najie vase was large, it could not hold everything. After all, there were already tens of thousands of books in it, and there was also a huge giant The ghost king is inside.
Yang Ji was going to notify the imperial court and the Nongsangsi Yamen to handle the remaining items.
"clatter!"
Yang Jida fluttered his sleeves and walked out of the cave along the way he came. Just after walking a few steps, suddenly, a strange feeling came from his heart, as if something was breathing him.
This breath was very weak. If Yang Ji hadn't got his wish and was so calm, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.
"This is the direction.
Yang Ji raised his head and looked at another corner of the Nongsang Ancient Treasury. That place was full of old government offices made of fine wood.
Although it was very valuable, Yang Ji had already seen a lot of it along the way from the entrance of the cave, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
"This feeling……"
Yang Ji stopped, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. At this moment, Yang Ji seemed to have returned to Wanfenling, when he resonated with the pen of benevolence and righteousness.
It's just that the call I feel now is far from that strong.
"Confucianism and Taoism... Confucianism and Taoism magical tools..."
A flash of light flashed through his mind, and Yang Ji's heart was immediately aroused. He strode over, and powerful mental power shot out of the air, collecting the entire corner.
After a moment, Yang Ji grabbed it with five fingers and finally pulled out a palm-sized strip of official seal from among the numerous old belongings from the previous dynasty.
This official seal looked very much like the official seal of the former dynasty. But as soon as Yang Ji touched this official seal, he immediately felt a fusion of water and milk, like a feeling in his arms and fingers.
"This thing is glowing."
Yang Ji looked surprised. The "Book of Great Confucianism" between his eyebrows and the pen of Renyi were all vibrating, echoing the things in his hands.
"This is not the official seal of the previous dynasty at all, but the seal of the Wen Sheng era."
"Buzz!"
A weak literary energy poured into the official seal. The next moment, the official seal in Yang Ji's hand shined brightly, and a strong aura of awe-inspiring burst out. The interior of Nongsang Ancient Library was illuminated milky white.
"It is dignified and upright, and all evils are warded off!"
In the intense white light, eight large characters like iron hooks and silver strokes were clearly visible. A vast and majestic aura filled the area dozens of feet around.
Somehow, Yang Ji felt that his literary spirit had also increased a lot.
"This is something that suppresses luck in all the big cities in Jiuzhou during the Wen Sage Era! - Such a thing actually exists!"
Seeing the eight big characters emerging in the white light, Yang Ji suddenly opened his eyes wide. He gritted his teeth hard and couldn't believe his eyes.
In the ancient times of the literary sages, Confucianism and Taoism flourished, and hundreds of millions of people in the world were enlightened. One billion scholars had upright thoughts, and they never ceased to form a mighty river.
This is the strongest symbol of Confucianism and Taoism.
It is also the foundation for the literary saints to suppress all evils and surpass the martial arts. In addition to the long river of majesty, there are some things that are equally famous in the ancient literary saints era.
Those are the one thousand and eight "luck seals" hanging at the gates of cities across Jiuzhou to suppress a party's luck. According to legend, where these luck seals are found, all evil will occur.
All the people in the evil way did not even dare to get close. Before they even stepped into the city gate, the awe-inspiring aura that suddenly burst out from the luck seal was shattered into ashes.
Even ferocious tigers, leopards and lions will be influenced by these places and become as gentle as cats and dogs. They will also deliver food to passers-by and camels.
Literary culture is as strong as a servant.
In the long course of history, every era, every civilization, and the era when culture and Taoism are prosperous are almost the times when the evil lineage is at its weakest. And these one thousand and eight "luck seals" all over the world are indispensable.
This is the most ideal magic weapon for people in Confucianism and Taoism. Wearing it on the body not only prevents external evil from invading, but also has the function of gathering luck. It is just a small trick to make money and gain official fortune.
However, with the decline of literature, even those powerful literary saints have disappeared, let alone these destiny seals. In the face of the fate of the world, even these destiny seals cannot withstand it.
When Yang Ji was studying and reading the Confucian and Taoist classics, he thought that these things had been destroyed long ago. Unexpectedly, they were still handed down.
Whoosh!
Yang Ji made a move with the palm of his hand, and among the old government objects scattered horizontally and vertically, another official seal with the same pattern flew into his hand. Yang Ji had one on the left and one on the right, one with a text seal and one with an official seal. After comparing them with each other, they found that they did look very similar.
"The official seals in the government offices are changed every few decades. As the new emperor ascends the throne, these official seals will also change. In modern times, the literary spirit was weak, and few people could distinguish the official seals from the official seals, and they could feel the literary spirit inside.
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"These people must have regarded the luck seal as the old official seal that was replaced by the previous dynasty. Therefore, they put it in the warehouse and discarded it... They are really arrogant."
Yang Ji was talking about collecting natural things, but his face was full of joy. If the officials of the previous dynasty hadn't put this thing here, I'm afraid it wouldn't be here.
"It's a pity that the era collapsed and everything ceased to exist. Even the prosperous era of culture and Taoism was wiped out. This luck seal seems to have been badly damaged."
Yang Ji took the luck seal on the wood and turned it over in his hand, examining it carefully and feeling regretful in his heart.
The real luck seal was majestic and definitely much more powerful than what he saw in front of him. Moreover, Yang Ji did not feel the huge power as vast as the abyss.
There is no doubt that during the destruction of the era, this destiny seal was also damaged.
"Keep it with you first, and slowly cultivate it with literature and art. If you can achieve the highest level of literature and art in the future, maybe you can restore the true appearance of this luck seal."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Putting the luck seal into the mustard vase, Yang Ji took one last look, and then left the Nongsang ancient library.
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In the morning, the sky was full of red clouds, and patches of fiery red enveloped the sky above Langya City. Before I knew it, three days had passed.
"My lord, my lord..."
Amidst the hurried footsteps, a beaming voice came from outside the door.
Yang Ji raised his head from the desk and saw two officials from the Nongsang Division walking toward him in a hurry. Yang Ji had been dealing with them for a while, and this was the first time he saw them so happy.
"Sir, all the farm tools have been transported back from the Nongsang Ancient Cave. Those sacred valleys have been soaked and sprouted according to what you said."
"With these things from the previous dynasty, the agriculture, mulberry and water conservancy in our Langya County will definitely be prosperous and prosperous. This is a major event for future generations of Fuze."
"Master Chen, what you said is true. What Master Chen said is actually true. Master Yang, you are the benefactor of our Nongsang Division!"
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The two of them looked excited, clasped their hands together, bent down at the same time, and bowed deeply to Yang Ji. They looked respectful and respectful, which they could only do to the royal family and nobles.
"You two adults don't need to be polite."
Yang Ji saw him behind the copywriting, put his palms up, and a boundless wave of air swept out. He immediately helped the two of them up, smiled and said:
"You two adults have forgotten, I am Nongsang Sicheng. This is also my duty."
The two officials glanced at each other and saw the same look in each other's eyes. It was true that Yang Ji was Nongsang Sicheng, but everyone knew that this young Nongsang Sicheng was just going through the motions.
——How could a powerful warrior fall in love with an unknown Nongsang Sicheng?
"Sir, no matter what, we have to thank you. Without you, we don't know when we would be able to find this Nong Sang Gu Ku."
The two of them bent down and said respectfully.
Although they were not convinced at first, Yang Ji had convinced them with his actions.
"hehe."
Yang Ji smiled. No matter what, Yang Ji felt quite comfortable being respected by the other party from the bottom of his heart:
"Don't be careless. The sacred valleys I gave you are particularly likely to attract birds. You must be doomed."
"Don't worry, sir. Even without your instructions, we will definitely take care of it."
The two of them said with respect.
"Haha, that's good."
Yang Ji smiled, glanced over the two of them, and suddenly felt something in his heart. If the news from Wang Tai really allowed him to go to Cangxu City to manage the strategy, maybe bringing these two people with him would be better than doing it himself.
Much more useful.
Wang Tai asked himself to familiarize himself with the Nongsang Water Conservancy matters, and then find a way to go to Cangxu City. But how could he compare to two real Nongsang Water Conservancy officials who were sharpening their guns in battle?
In particular, there has never been a Nongsang Sicheng in Langya County. They were able to manage Langya County in an orderly manner without overstepping their authority, which was no different from before. This in itself proved their strength.
At least compared to other Nongsang water conservancy officials, the two of them are undoubtedly the best among them.
Thinking of this, Yang Ji pointed to a row of dark red barns behind him and said:
"Master Zhang, Master Zhou, this is the barn I prepared. After the Divine Valley is harvested, I will use this to store it." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!