Three hundred and fortieth chapters Gonggong practice
As Yang Ji said that, he took out two large banknotes from his arms and put them on the table. During this time, Yang Ji also learned the names of the two of them.
These two people, one named Zhang Lu and the other Zhou Chuan, are both from Langya County.
"You must have seen the drawings of the farm tools in Nongsang Ancient Cave. I have some banknotes here. The two adults can follow the drawings to build these farm tools on a large scale and promote them in Langya County in the future.
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Yang Jidao.
"Master Sicheng, how is this possible? How can I ask you to pay for Nongsang Sicheng's matter?"
The two of them shook their heads in succession.
"Haha, you don't have to argue with me. There is a lot of waste in Langya County now. Allocating funds from the court is cumbersome and time-consuming. You two can just go with it. After all, this is also beneficial to the country and the people.
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"If you have a lot of these banknotes, you two can help me make them into tools for farming, mulberry and water conservancy. I'm here for a purpose."
Yang Ji smiled.
"Yes, sir."
The two hesitated for a moment, thinking of the current situation in Langya County, and finally nodded and agreed. Yang Ji was right, now is indeed a time when everything is waiting for improvement.
Moreover, those powerful giant wheels, millstones, water pipes...all of the previous dynasties required huge financial support to develop and truly play their role.
After seeing off Zhang Lu and Zhou Chuan, Yang Ji returned to the desk, picked up the pen of benevolence and righteousness, opened the "Book of Great Confucianism", calmed down his energy and concentration, and continued to write on it.
"The son is silent, the ghost power is confusing the gods..."
Lines of text jumped out on it, Yang Jiannian's head was upright, and a stream of literary spirit gathered from all directions, condensed in his writing, and poured into "The Book of Great Confucianism".
These literary qualities even formed wisps of faint smoke on the surface of "The Book of Great Confucianism". They were constantly transformed into new awe-inspiring achievements and stored in "The Book of Great Confucianism".
A breeze passed through the door and blew into the lobby. On Yang Ji, an ancient wooden sign the size of two fingers immediately gave off a faint light. Looking carefully, this ancient wooden sign and Yang Ji got the "Qi" from the Nongsang Ancient Treasury.
"Yunwen Seal" is exactly the same. It's just that the shape is much smaller.
Although the luck seal is made of wood, it is a sacred object from the Wen Sage era and has been refined by the aura of awe day and night, making it no different from a magic weapon.
The magic weapon can naturally be big or small.
With this sacred object of Confucianism and Taoism in hand, Yang Ji can clearly feel that the speed and thickness of the gathering of literary energy have increased a lot. With the pen of benevolence and righteousness once used by the literary saint, Yang Ji now only needs more than ten days to fill a "small"
The Art of the Holy Word".
Compared with before, the storage speed is almost half.
Buzz!
Yang Ji's mind was calm, and he held the pen of benevolence and righteousness in his hand. His face was neither happy nor angry. He fell into a state of selflessness. In his mind, his mental power fluctuated and buzzed.
Yang Ji can clearly feel that his soul is growing at a slow but firm speed. This change has continued since Wanfenling obtained the pen of benevolence and righteousness, but now, this change has slowed down.
Slowly reaching a bottleneck.
Yang Ji could feel that he was one step closer to the second level of literary talent mentioned in the "Book of Confucianism" - "literary scholar".
In the ancient literary sage era, there were hundreds of millions of "literary and talented people".
At this stage, the upright thoughts burst out, can reach the heaven and earth, and merge into the long river of majesty. The reason why the Confucian majestic river is famous throughout the ages and tabooed by evil spirits is that it gathers billions of scholars' upright thoughts.
.After years and months, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years..., it finally accumulated into this vast and powerful force that made the world change its color!
"It is said that literary scholars in ancient times had upright thoughts. They can be felt in the sky above and in the earth below. They can also be connected with the majestic river. I don't know if I can feel the majestic river if I reach the realm of literary scholars."
Yang Ji secretly felt a strong expectation suddenly arise in his heart.
During this period of time, he had been reading "The Book of Great Confucianism" and gradually understood that no real literary scholar had been born in modern times. Although those imperial teachers and great Confucian scholars had strong literary spirit, their literary spirit was scattered due to the lack of enlightenment from the orthodox classics of Confucianism and Taoism.
If you don't get together, you still can't be considered a true scholar.
If I can become a literary scholar, I am afraid that I will be the first in modern times tens of thousands of years later!
As long as you reach the realm of orthodox literary scholars and have upright thoughts, you will be able to sense the existence of the long river of majesty. Although the literary way is weakened, the long river of majesty is only hidden, not annihilated.
As long as you reach the level of a literary scholar, you may be able to feel the existence of that majestic river that millions of scholars yearn for and that eclipses the long river of time.
Moreover, after reaching the realm of Wen Xiucai, both the speed of gathering Qi and the power of "Little Holy Word Technique" will be greatly improved.
This is the most substantial change.
"Buzz!"
A burst of bright light suddenly came from the "Book of Great Confucianism" opened on the desk. The words "Little Holy Words" on the page suddenly lit up, emitting bursts of light.
"Finally full."
Yang Ji looked at the words "Little Holy Word Technique" on the page, smiled slightly, and felt satisfied in his heart. The time when the underground demon-suppressing formation snatched the essence and blood of the Great Asura, all the awe-inspiring energy that Yang Ji had stored was gone, along with the pen of benevolence and righteousness.
The awe-inspiring spirit in him has also been used up now.
Now I have finally accumulated the "Little Holy Word Technique" again.
"With my current level, using the Little Holy Word Technique would mean extorting natural resources. I'd better wait until I reach the second level of Wen Xiu Sheng's level before I consider using it."
Yang Ji smiled slightly and put the pen of benevolence and righteousness into the "Book of Confucianism". Then he closed the book. As soon as he sent the book away, he sent the "Book of Confucianism" together with the pen of benevolence and righteousness in a ball of light.
Between the eyebrows.
"Wuzong's realm has been broken through, and the Little Holy Word Skill has been accumulated once. It's done. Now I can take charge of my farming, mulberry and water conservancy projects."
Yang Ji laughed, pushed away the table, stretched, and then stepped down from the table with great satisfaction.
Martial arts can be put on hold for a while, but a breakthrough in literary realm cannot be achieved in a short while.
Before leaving, Mr. Wang Tai told himself to experience three months of farming, mulberry and water conservancy life in Langya County, and now he can really get started.
Standing at the entrance of Nongsang Si Yamen, squinting his eyes and looking at the burning sky outside the door, Yang Ji smiled. He flicked his sleeves and walked out.
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The warm spring breeze blows across the earth, and the mountains and fields are full of working people. On the top of the mountains, huge bronze waterwheels line up in rows and rotate slowly. They bring mountain water from a distance and irrigate the fields.
In some low-lying places, other strange water pipes are inserted deep into the ground. The water pipes are connected to giant wheels. They vibrate rhythmically and pass through the ground in a strange and complex way. The underground water is drawn out from the depths and irrigated to the fields.
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The mountains are full of fields, a busy and vibrant scene.
After the disaster in the underworld was settled, several months have passed in the blink of an eye. With the financial support provided by Yang Ji, a large number of farmland and water conservancy facilities of the previous dynasty are being manufactured, changing the face of Langya County. Many places that are not suitable for farming are now being constructed.
Large-scale planting.
Nowadays, there is prosperity everywhere.
"Sir, have a drink of water."
In the calf-level field, Zhang Lu handed over a water bottle and looked at Yang Ji, who was covered in mud and lowered his head to plant rice, with a look of unbearability.
If they didn't know, who would have believed that this young man wearing a bamboo hat, with a simple face and covered in mud could be the Nongsang Sicheng of Langya County, and the leader of the martial arts scholar who has been in the limelight recently and has great fame?
A scholar with great fame and a warrior who can conquer dragons and capture tigers should keep his hands clean. He should sit in the high hall with a proud look on his face and enjoy the awe of everyone.
How can you mix with ordinary people in the fields and not see any difference?
At the beginning, Zhang Lu really wanted to let these showmen and warriors go through the motions, preferably do some work. But now Zhang Lu really can't bear it.
I originally thought that Yang Ji was just talking about it. Who would have thought that he actually started doing it. And he did it for several months, and he seemed to be immersed in it and couldn't get out.
"Haha, you don't need to ask more about this..."
Yang Ji lifted up his bamboo hat and straightened up. Facing Zhang Lu's doubts, he just smiled and didn't explain too much. Not many people knew about the things in Cangxu City. It would be better for the few people who knew about it for the time being.
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As for the issue that Zhang Lu and others felt that he, Nongsang Sicheng, was overly competent, he himself found it funny. Yang Ji was originally just going to go through the motions and just understand and understand, and there was no need to put it into practice at all.
But gradually, Yang Ji found that he gradually fell in love with this feeling.
For others, this may be a dirty and tiring physical job, but for Yang Ji, it is a practice of will.
When Yang Ji was busy in the fields like ordinary people, he forgot his identity and only felt that his heart was extremely quiet and peaceful, like a clear stream of water.
And the soul slowly grows in this quaint atmosphere.
This is a wonderful taste that is difficult to describe. It is also the reason why Yang Ji has really devoted himself to it for several months.
"A gentleman, unite knowledge and action, and strive for perfection..."
In the flash of lightning, a flash of lightning flashed across his mind. Yang Jifu reached his heart and suddenly thought of a sentence from an ancient literary sage borrowed from Jing Shizi.
Although Yang Ji has not yet understood the phrase "stop at perfection", Yang Ji has already understood the unity of knowledge and action. Whether it is the choice of "knowing what cannot be done, do it, knowing what can be done, but not doing it" in Wanfenling,
Whether it is the hard work in the fields these past few months, this is a kind of "unity of knowledge and action".
The path of cultivating literature and Taoism should not only stop at knowledge, but also must know and practice, and practice with strength. This is the way of a gentleman.
It is also the real way to further improve oneself and lead to the second level of literary talent, the realm of literary scholar.
"Buzz!"
At the thought of this, Yang Ji's soul grew again like a flood of water. A majestic power surged in his soul, as if it was about to burst out from the top of his head, and he was only one step away from the final breakthrough.
"Not even close."
Yang Ji smiled and was not in a hurry. The deeper he immersed himself in Confucianism and Taoism, the more Yang Ji understood that the cultivation of literary spirit is a natural process. As long as the fire lord arrives, it will naturally follow.
Can't rush it.
Sooner or later, Wen Xiucai's realm will be broken through, and now there is only one last chance left. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!