Chapter 202: 208 The Last Years of the Dynasty

Winter solstice and spring come again.

The white snow on Snake Pan Mountain will never melt.

Driven by the soldiers, thousands of civilians searched the peaks one by one for possible auspiciousness.

Wearing straw sandals, Zhu Kang stepped on the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, sweeping around with a wooden stick to search carefully.

If they can't find auspicious friends, they will probably freeze to death in the mountains, and the Zhu family will be extinct.

"Master Sun took over the family's land. This generation will not have any successors, and the next generation will also die! No matter how they are all extinct, why should they suffer from this bird's crime, it is better to fight to the death..."

Just thinking about these words, Zhu Kang glanced at the soldiers at the foot of the mountain, and Min Zhuang who was shot to death trying to escape, and could only curse quietly in his heart.

"Dog Emperor!"

The cold wind howled, and the clothes were thin.

Zhu Kang's face was purple from the cold, he leaned on a wooden stick to catch his breath, grabbed two handfuls of snow to satisfy his hunger, and continued to lift his feet mechanically.

Maybe it's because I've been hungry for too long, an illusory light appeared in front of my eyes, and then the world spun like a dream, as if I stepped on something soft, white and fat.

"Oh!"

A child's cry of pain sounded, and Zhu Kang felt himself flying upside down, hanging upside down in the air.

Zhu Kang shook his head vigorously, dispelled the dizziness and regained his sanity, and opened his eyes to see a three-foot-long white radish.

There were mud footprints on Bai Luobo's face, and he was grinning, holding up a hoe angrily and waving.

"Tong'er, don't mess around."

A voice as gentle as a spring breeze came, and the red blood vines that bound his feet were loosened, and they fluttered to the ground.

Zhu Kang followed the sound and found a green robed Taoist sitting under the pavilion not far away, holding a Taoist scripture in his hand and greeting him with a smile.

"Poverty Taoist Xuan Yi, where is the layman from?"

"I'm from Kaoshantun, and my name is Zhu Kang."

Zhu Kang woke up from his confusion, saw the appearance of the spirit ginseng doll, thought he had met a monster, and said like beans poured out of a bamboo tube: "I am the eighth in the family, and my family has no money, no land, and no wife."

"Eat leftovers on weekdays, live in a cowshed, smell bad..."

"The poor don't know how to eat people."

Zhou Yi flexed his fingers, and his mana swept across Zhu Kang's body, and healed from the frostbite.

"This is Kunlun Mountain. Outsiders rarely come here. You can stay for a while, or you can choose to leave immediately."

Qin was practicing in Kunlun Mountain for a year, and when he went out, there was a big commotion. He fulfilled his promise to rectify Xuan Xiao's name, but he also created a lot of evil, so Zhou Yi lost interest in enlightening mortals.

"Kunlun?"

Zhu Kang was stunned, and murmured: "There is really Kunlun Mountain in the world, isn't that made up by the storyteller?"

Zhou Yi greeted Zhu Kang to sit down, and said with a smile: "Can the layman tell me how they compiled Kunlun?"

"Mr. Storyteller..."

Just as Zhu Kang was about to speak, his stomach rumbled like thunder.

"But it's a poor man, talking while eating."

Zhou Yi waved his hand, and the stone table was covered with dishes, all of which were rare and delicious in the common world.

"Thank you Daoist, thank you Immortal!"

Zhu Kang was already hungry, and he didn't care about being in awe of the immortals. He ate and drank to appease his stomach, and said, "The stories of the storyteller are mostly returned from his studies in Kunlun Mountain..."

Since there is no land at home, Zhu Kang can still have a full meal when the farming is busy, and he goes to work in the county when the farming is slack.

Most of the time, I didn't find a job, so I squatted at the door of the inn and restaurant to beg for food, and listened to many stories from the story.

"Kunlun Mountain has become the origin of the protagonist of the story."

Zhou Yi listened amusedly, and asked again: "Poverty Taoism has been closed for a long time, I don't know what year it is now?"

"Now it's the twelfth year of Yongyan."

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Zhu Kang put down his rice bowl, knelt down on the ground, and begged, "Immortal, can I live here forever, serving tea, pouring water, plowing the fields and farming, as long as I have something to eat!"

"You can only stay for a year at most."

Zhou Yi said: "Pindao will give you some gold and silver when you leave, and you won't have to worry about eating and drinking when you go out."

Zhu Kang shook his head and said, "I don't dare to ask for it. The people in the neighboring village dug out gold from the fields, and the bandits killed the whole family the next day!"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly: "It's chaotic outside now?"

"The imperial court said that the world is very peaceful, but I heard that there are many military disasters in many places, and life is not easy anywhere."

Zhu Kang is a real low-level commoner, and he can't read a basket of big characters. His evaluation of the court or the emperor is whether life is good or hard.

It is not clear what bad things the emperor or the court did. The only people who can come into contact with them are corrupt officials.

Zhou Yi didn't continue to ask, and pressed his palm on Zhu Kang's forehead, reading his soul directly.

From the corner of memory that Zhu Kang can't even remember, seeing diners talking and talking at a glance, roughly pieced together the changes that have taken place in the Qing Dynasty in the past century.

Emperor Jiading governed diligently, but Emperor Taishi lived for too long, causing too many serious illnesses, and died in the middle of the road before he was rejuvenated.

Afterwards, he served two mediocre emperors in a row, and now Emperor Yongyan claims to be like his ancestors. Unfortunately, he did not learn martial arts and strengthen the army.

"It has been two hundred years since the Qing Dynasty was established, and the hidden dangers caused by Qin Zheng can't be suppressed. Now it's the end of the dynasty!"

Zhou Yi sighed slightly, he was already a little used to this, since Fengyang Kingdom has gone through three generations, he has already seen through the rise and fall of the country.

At the end of the soul search technique, a few wisps of soul power were left in Zhu Kang's soul.

Zhu Kang only felt that his mind and soul were sharp and clear. He could clearly see every bit of his experience in the past twenty years. The words he had learned and forgotten at first could be engraved in his heart after a little thought.

"Thank you Immortal!"

"In the next year, you will take care of Lingtian with Tong'er, and you can go to Zangshu Pavilion to study in your spare time."

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and said: "Poverty Dao can't keep you for a long time, and can't teach you the immortal method, but he can teach you the ability to eat. When you go out, you won't starve to death."

Zhu Kang kowtowed again and again after hearing the words: "The kindness of the immortal's guidance will be enshrined by Zhu Jiading from generation to generation."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, pointed to Zangshu Pavilion and said.

"This method is stored in the nineteenth volume on the third floor of the No. 7 bookshelf. Pindao is just a little guess, and you need to understand how to make it yourself."

"The disciple will live up to the expectations of the immortal!"

Zhu Kang didn't know what he was going to learn. According to the development of the story, it should be some long-lost secret recipe of the immortal, who made a fortune by relying on the secret recipe after he came out of the mountain.

Eat and drink enough, go back to the house and sleep.

the next day.

Zhu Kang hoeed for a long time, and he kowtowed a few more times when he learned that the big white radish was made from ginseng.

In the afternoon, I went to Zangshu Pavilion and took out a book from the shelf according to what the immortal said. There was no text on the cover but a strange picture.

"It looks like a spinning wheel? It's a little different from the ones I've seen in the workshop."

When Zhu Kang was working in the county, he would go wherever there was a shortage of people. The spinning wheels he had seen were similar.

Opening the book, there are pictures on every page, and text annotations on the side. Because I was enlightened by the immortal yesterday, I can read most of the text in the book.

"The immortal asked me to make this thing, there must be a deep meaning!"

After about two months.

Zhu Kang found that he had a strong and extraordinary memory and was quite talented with hands, so he quickly built a new spinning wheel.

After testing, the effectiveness has been increased by more than ten times.

Zhou Yi nodded in satisfaction: "Those who are destined to enter Kunlun are really extraordinary."

Once again, Zhu Kang was instructed by the immortal, and went to Zangshuge to get an unnamed book, and the picture on the cover of the book was even more strange.

A large boiling teapot!

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