mtlumby2d Chapter 106
Chapter 106
There has never been a spring hunt in Jingchao.
This is the first time in many years that it will be held in the spring.
Originally, autumn was the end of the year, when people would hunt animals and distribute them to those who had made contributions that year or ministers who were trusted and favored by the emperor, to show their kindness. People also followed suit, and autumn was the harvest season when fruits ripened and the reproduction of creatures came to an end.
At the same time, after the autumn hunting, all things rest and recuperate. After a long winter, fishing and hunting are prohibited. In the lush wilderness in the spring of the following year, a large number of creatures will come to the world again.
But this year is different. The Imperial Astronomical Observatory says that a flood year is coming, there may be heavy floods in autumn, and the annual harvest will decrease.
The Rong and Di tribes were ready to make a move, and the border reported that they were afraid that before autumn, bandits would come to rob them. The Ministry of War requested to make weapons, bows, arrows and armor, and the Ministry of Works also requested to open the treasury to withdraw funds in preparation for war.
The fiscal deficit is foreseeable even with one's toes.
The old emperor waved his pen and ordered the autumn hunt to start earlier this year, in spring.
Whether it is farming, fishing, hunting or herding, spring should not be a season for plunder. But no matter what the days ahead hold, overcoming the current difficulties is the first priority.
There was a huge argument in the court over this decision, and the dragon pillar was filled with the enthusiasm of several more "loyal ministers", but the emperor had already made up his mind, and the news was released early, which made it easier for Ni Yangzhou to speculate on the progress of the plot.
That is this year.
Ni Yangzhou sat in the middle of the medicine hall, with his five hearts facing the sky, sitting in the standard Taoist breathing and meditation posture.
In front of him was the little boy who was carrying the medicine. After several days of emergency special training in Ni Yangzhou, he had already mastered the Great Circulation Internal Flow Method quite well.
The little boy's face was sweating from the practice, and his qi and blood were sufficient. Dozens of old, weak, and disabled people in poor health were lined up in front of the medicine hall, all swaying along with him in the boxing.
Ni Yangzhou had no way to regain the lifespan that had been lost for the time being. That pot of thick milky white soup was just a scoop of the three thousand weak waters condensed from everyone's lifespan. Even if everyone had opened their mouths to feed it, it would only be a drop in the bucket.
Since there is no way to retrieve it, let's open source it.
Relying on his identity as the only Taoist priest in the city, Ni Yangzhou pretended to be a disciple of Yongsong Temple. After several discussions with several doctors and government officials, he decided on a set of external martial arts that ordinary people could also learn. Anyone who was willing could come to the pharmacy to learn.
I don't ask for any spiritual insights, but at least it can strengthen my body and be of some benefit.
In Ni Yangzhou's opinion, this set of exercises, apart from the breathing and the reciting of scriptures, is like a simplified version of radio gymnastics. As long as you can still move, it is better to practice it than not to do it.
At the same time, 103 also happily brought back good news.
It was rare for the system to have any emotional fluctuations, so when Ni Yangzhou, who was meditating, heard 103's excited call, he took the initiative to ask:
"Third brother, what's good news?"
103's electronic sounds seem a bit louder:
[Host, this is really good news! The plan report for the exchange mall has been approved! The Lord God has issued the document, and other systems have already taken over! ]
Ni Yangzhou's expression remained unchanged, and he replied in his mind:
"Other systems? Not you?"
103 answers:
[We have a professional "integration talent". We originally thought that this matter would take a long time, but unexpectedly, the Lord God said that there were actually quite a few similar reports applied for. Mine happened to be the first one, and then it was approved! ]
After hearing these overly high figures, Ni Yangzhou was not very enthusiastic about the new exchange mall.
[Also, every system that applies will have the opportunity to participate in a lottery at the end of the year as a reward for actively contributing ideas and suggestions.]
“When is the end of the year?”
[The timeline is different from the host's. If I can win this prize, I will share this joy with you. ]
Ni Yangzhou smiled. 103, who was looking forward to the one in a million chance, seemed to be much more optimistic than himself.
【By the way, host.】
Ni Yangzhou hummed.
[The data flow in the world of "Road to Nine-Five" seems to be fluctuating...]
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In front of the border army tent, flags fluttered loudly.
A man held up his headgear that was blown askew by the wind, pulled his cloak tightly around him, and walked quickly in a pair of black boots that were already stained with mud. When he arrived in front of the tent, he looked up at the soldiers around him.
Min Liu was patrolling nearby. When their eyes met, the man's expression changed drastically.
A hurried voice suddenly rang out:
"Goodbye..."
The thin civil servant was about to bow to salute when Min Liu quickly helped him up. The remaining half of the word "Second Prince" got stuck in his throat and was blocked back into his stomach along with the cold air from his armor.
Min Liu walked a little to the side with his companions and said loudly:
"The general is discussing military affairs. Please wait a moment and bow again when you come in."
The leading generals in the tent must have heard it, but they ignored it and did not send anyone out to greet them. They continued to discuss inside.
The civil servant was taken to the side and when he got closer, he realized that the man with a very similar lower face was not the Second Prince Liu Zining whom he had seen in the Prince's Palace.
"You...you are..."
The civil servant looked at the similar chin and lip shape, and his surprise was beyond words.
Min Liu frowned, but did not loosen his grip on the man's arm. He carefully looked at the man's thin face through the black gauze.
Without making any further sound, he just opened his lips slightly and spoke a few words:
"Long time no see, Brother Bingzhu."