The next day, Ling Qingyu took Cheng Jia and Wang xuanzhi to the village and the fields as promised, letting them chat with others on their own, and doing their own business.

"This is really a paradise." Sitting under the big tree in the field, Wang xuanzhi sighed.

The ears of rice in the field are almost mature, so that the eyes are golden. Cheng Jia also sits on the ground like Wang xuanzhi.

Everyone has his own land, and he can exchange extra goods with the village by relying on excess food and cloth. All living and production materials are provided by the village, that is, the Ling family. The villagers regularly provide services to the Ling family\'s public land. Children have books, men and women perform their respective duties, and there is no one who can be lazy. Excess work will inevitably bring excess benefits, and the Ling family provides protection, Villagers take one tenth of the output from their free fields as taxes.

The terrain here is superior, there are few disasters, and the water conservancy system is perfect. Everyone has plenty of food and clothing three seasons a year. If you work for Lingjia factory, there is extra money, how can you not make people yearn for.

"Are you here?" Su CE ran over from the ridge and shouted.

"Something?" Wang xuanzhi stood up and said.

"Nothing. I just finished my work. I went to see you, but I didn\'t see anyone." Su CE also sat on the ground beside Cheng Jia and said.

"How, here?" Su Ze asked.

"Everything here comes from Mr. Zhu?" Wang xuanzhi asked.

"I thought it was, too. Unfortunately, Mr. Zhu said that these foundations here were built by Ling Dangjia. He just improved the details." Su CI sighed, "a woman has done what we scholars want to do but can\'t do."

"This is also because the place here is small. If it were in Dazhou, it would be impossible," Ling Qingyu said with a smile, standing behind them. "But it\'s really worth eating more bowls of rice to get Su Douzi!"

Su CE didn\'t expect her to be there. She blushed and said, "why can\'t you do it in Dazhou?"

"Because of selfish desire." Ling Qingyu leaned against the tree and looked at the refreshing scenery, Avenue: "In fact, I just mentioned a concept here. The rest were made by Mr. Zhu, song yuchucheng and Argonne. Because the place is not large, there are not many people, and there are no conflicts of interest, everything can be maintained. But the great Zhou Dynasty is different. For example, even if there are many wild places in the great Zhou Dynasty, will the imperial court give those who go to open up wasteland complete freedom? No, once the land comes out, naturally there will be big families who will use all kinds of resources What kind of means to occupy, with the means of government power and force, how can ordinary people be opponents? The social system is unbalanced, the economy is not allowed, and the absolute control of the upper class over the lower class will not allow such a society to exist. It will take thousands of years to achieve a wide range of freedom and democracy. "

"But hasn\'t the Ling family done it?" Su Ze asked.

Ling Qingyu chuckled and said, "it\'s just now. When time passes, those children grow up, and someone\'s selfish desires begin to swell. Once the balance is broken, it\'s different."

"Can be prevented." Su CE said something reluctantly.

"Well, we can try to improve the system and make this situation continue as far as possible." Ling Qingyu stretched out and said, "but no matter how perfect the system is, it can\'t resist the invasion of people\'s hearts and time. What I can\'t do is to do it in my own place and time. No matter how far it is, I can\'t control it."

"Listen to you, it\'s useless for us to do anything?" Wang xuanzhi frowned slightly.

"How can it be useless?" Lingqingyu laughed, "you are the backbone of the world. You can be both the makers of the system and the executors. The changes in history are accumulated by little changes, and these small changes depend on you scholars and officials. Of course, it is useless for the emperor not to die a eunuch in a hurry."

"You have your own small kingdom here. Have you ever thought of setting up a country?" Cheng Jiamei asked deeply.

"Ha, I won\'t do that stupid thing!" Ling Qingyu opened her hands and made a gesture of embracing the air, Avenue: "Do you know what\'s the most tiring thing in the world? I\'m lazy. I can do my best to help others, but the premise is spare power. If I have to spend all my time and energy on it, wouldn\'t it be too oppressive? To be a dizzy king, I have a guilty conscience, and to be a wise monarch, I\'ll be tired to death. So ah, this is just a stronghold of Ling family and the living place of everyone , the world is so vast, why should I trap myself in one place? "

"What about Yang Zhao?" Cheng Jia ignored Su CE\'s eyes and stared at her and asked.

"Speaking of this." Ling Qingyu squatted down, his elbows on his knees, his hands on his chin, and said, "look, I\'m so kind to you. Can you do me a favor and persuade the court to retire Yang Zhao when you go back?"

Su CE laughed directly. Seeing Cheng Jia and Wang xuanzhi\'s frozen face, he said, "this is what she has always wanted to do. The most worrying thing for us in charge is that General Yang is killed by you."

"If Yang Zhao resigned, would you not go back to Dazhou?" Cheng Jia asked with a heavy face.

Ling Qingyu stood up and walked along the ridge to another spice field. A distant voice floated over with the fragrance and said, "haven\'t you played the fishing and woodcutting Q & A? Everyone has their own aspirations."

On the harvest day, with the help of more than 4000 people and the new machinery of Huangjing in Zhoutan (based on the research of Mohist Classics), the harvest activities in the vast fields of Lingjia village were carried out.

"Sister!" Ye Xi held Ling Qingyu\'s cut hand and poured powder on it, complaining, "can you stop coming down!" Without a row of rice, I cut three cuts in my own hand. Is this rice or meat?

"Exercise is good for your health. It doesn\'t matter if you have a small mouth." Ling Qingyu coaxed him.

"Well." Ye Xi gave her a bamboo basket from the side and said, "here, it\'s also a sport to pick up rice ears with those children."

"All right." After taking the basket, Ling Qingyu rubbed his head and said, "then you\'ll do it alone here! We bet with Hua Qingyuan\'s family. If you lose, you have to be their son-in-law."

"Sister! You\'re doing such a boring thing again!" Ye Xi shouted.

Ling Qingyu had covered her mouth and ran to a group of children, following them to learn to pick up rice ears.

Ye Xi\'s face was black and black. He put down his sickle, took out a long sword from his waist, took a deep breath, and saw that the sword was as bright as electricity, brushing the rice in that field and shaving it into bald.

auzw. Farmers on both sides were stunned at first, and then stood up and applauded together. Www. 68mn.

Returning the long sword to its sheath, ye Shiyi said to a family of three standing on the ridge in a daze, "it\'s done! If you ask my sister to do such a stupid thing next time, I\'ll make your family\'s neck like this! Hear!"

The three nodded hurriedly. When ye Xi left angrily, Hua Qingyuan said to his daughter, "dear girl, you\'d better give up."

The girl\'s eyes were red, but she couldn\'t stop her eyes shining like stars: "brother Xi is so handsome!"

The little girl picking up the ears of rice, walking barefoot on the ridge, with a wild chrysanthemum on her head and a small bamboo basket on her arm, Lala

Humming a tune, Ling Qingyu followed the children happily looking for rice ears in the field.

A chuckle came from the side, Ling Qingyu\'s side head, and Cheng Jia, dressed in farm clothes, also took a bamboo basket and picked up rice ears nearby.

"Where did you get the clothes?" Ling Qingyu leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"In other words, a family member wanted to write a couplet. I helped him write it and borrowed it for a few days." Cheng Jia also whispered back.

Ling Qingyu glared and said, "you black sheep! You want to find me instead! I\'ll give you a discount and lend you a few more days!"

Cheng Jia laughed so much that her wound hurt, covered her lower abdomen and coughed twice, saying, "if you like my words, I\'ll write ten for you when I go back."

"Seriously!" Ling Qingyu\'s eyes suddenly lit up. It\'s hard to find ten thousand gold! Yes, he hurriedly said, "in this way, when you draw, you need Wang xuanzhi\'s inscription."

"You don\'t want to... Sell it?" Cheng Jia helplessly looked at her and smiled.

"Of course not, collection! Now it\'s definitely collection!" Ling Qingyu raised his hand to heaven to swear, and then said, "when you both die, it will be valuable. It can be regarded as leaving my daughter a great legacy."

Cheng Jia remembered what Xie Sanlang said to the bear child in Ling Qingyu\'s mouth. Don\'t think that the master is versatile. She is a profiteer in the eyes of money! He burst out laughing again.

After harvesting rice, it is the season to harvest spices. Ling Qingyu generously took the two people to see the spice harvest site in the deep mountains.

Wang xuanzhi\'s injury was completely healed, but Cheng Jia\'s injury was still not healed. It took some effort for the two to climb the mountain.

But when I saw the patches of woods, the organized and large-scale gathering crowd, and the people who planted new saplings nearby, I forgot about asthma.

In the past, the supply of spices was tight, because those spices were all wild, and those aborigines collected them occasionally. Of course, the output was limited. Now, although these trees are also wild, they are organized and large-scale, and they are collected as far as possible without causing damage to the trees. In such a scale, are you afraid of insufficient output?

"What spices do you like? Tell me, I\'ll give it to you." Ling Qingyu is very generous. Although they are collectively referred to as spices, there are also differences, such as herbs for medicinal purposes, spices, or just spices.

Cheng Jia put his hand on Wang Xuan\'s shoulder and borrowed his strength to go up to a stone. The terrain here is high. Although the forest is dense, you can see some scenery at the foot of the mountain.

The vast fields are dotted with all kinds of plants. After the harvest of rice fields, a variety of other crops are planted, including spices, herbs and vegetables.

"Don\'t envy me!" Ling Qingyu laughed.

"It\'s impossible not to be jealous. Give more pepper." Cheng Jiadao.

"You are so black hearted that the painting you promised me has not been painted yet!" Lingqingyu replied.

"I\'ll draw it for you when I go back."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!"

Back in the village, Ling Qingyu politely asked Cheng Jia to paint in his yard, so that he could directly dry it and then frame it.

Cheng Jia chose a large rice paper. There is nothing you can\'t find in Lingjia village.

After a little thought, Cheng Jia wrote like a God. With a few strokes, he drew the scenery of Lingjia village seen on the mountain. Because it was ink, it was more elegant.

Then Cheng Jia changed his fine pen and described it carefully.

Ling Qingyu turned around and came back. He put his pen down and said with a smile, "it\'s done?" Hurried to the front to see.

The familiar scenery of Lingjia village is as far away as Dai. The fields are far away. There are many people standing or standing on the small square at the entrance of the village. A woman in the middle seems to be playing tricks. The man next to him is good-natured and coaxing. There are many people standing around, some leaning on the tree, some reading jokes next to him, some staring around, and many teenagers running around. Under the tree, there are two pieces of clothes and the shadow of two people sitting playing chess, On the ridge not far away, several people in armor were coming.

Ling Qingyu was stunned for a long time, and her eyes warmed slightly. She looked up at Cheng Jia, who was washing his hands, and said sincerely, "tomorrow I will go to sanfoqi, and I will take you there."

"OK." Cheng Jia lowered her head and washed her hands, and answered.