Chapter 1172: Two Hundred Million Mu [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
"Does Your Highness feel unwell anywhere?"
Shen Tang looked at Ji Moqiu, puzzled: "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I noticed you were frowning just now, as if you were not feeling well."
Shen Tang was surprised that the other person was paying attention to her. She explained, "It's not that I feel uncomfortable, it's just that this voice seems strangely familiar—hiss, I should have asked, but now that you've asked, I do feel uncomfortable, like my head is a little dizzy."
Shen Tang wasn't just teasing Ji Moqiu for fun.
She was indeed influenced by the unfamiliar female voice, but not significantly.
"Feeling dizzy?"
Shen Tang scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah, it felt like I'd been hit over the head with a club."
Ji Moqiu's gaze fell on the back of her head, and he vaguely guessed where the prince's illusion of being hit on the head came from. He said, "I have recently learned a few medicinal dishes that can nourish the brain. If Your Highness has time, would you do me the honor of trying them? They should taste quite good."
Since Ji Moqiu had helped him many times, Shen Tang wouldn't refuse even this small favor. He politely agreed on the spot: "When the affairs of the court are a little less busy, I will definitely go and try the High Priest's cooking."
Shen Tang's relaxed mood ended with Qi Miao's mournful cry.
"Fourth Uncle—"
My fourth uncle... he's passed away!
At the same time, Yu Zi's pulse also stopped completely.
Her great-uncle, who had been holding her wrist the whole time, was the first to know. His face turned ashen, and he slid off the stool, half-kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face, his sobs like blood: "Wei Heng!"
Kang Nian's reaction was not as obvious as his.
Suppressing her grief, she quietly turned away and wept in a corner.
Shen Tang's heart skipped a beat from Qi Miao's shout. She took two steps forward, her eyes wide with fury, and exclaimed, "Impossible!"
Was her previous assumption completely wrong?
Shen Tang's mind went blank for a moment, the intense emotions pressing against her chest making it almost impossible for her to breathe. She was about to step forward when Gu Chi and Ji Moqiu blocked her from either side, and Kang Shi and Yu Zi were already surrounded by people. Her master was in a bad mood at the moment; going over there would only cause trouble. Ji Moqiu's reason for stopping her was different.
"Your Highness, they didn't—"
Before they could finish speaking, the two of them came back to life one after the other.
Kang Shi was awakened by a commotion that grew louder as it approached.
At first, he thought it was the commotion of the underworld, but upon closer listening, he realized the voices were all familiar. He figured he wasn't so popular that his colleagues would be slaughtered like dumplings to accompany him in death the moment he died. These voices were extremely strange!
He felt anxious and suddenly opened his eyes to see clearly.
result--
By sheer coincidence, I came face to face with a pair of scarlet, tearful eyes.
Kang Shi was so familiar with those eyes that he could recognize who it was without even seeing their whole face. He asked in surprise, "You're actually crying?"
Seeing Qi Shan shed tears, he felt a pang of sadness.
Oh, so what he heard wasn't the sound of the road to the underworld, but the mournful cries of everyone lamenting his untimely death. Kang Shi felt an indescribable sorrow, yet also a sense of relief and pride.
In this life, if you have three or five close friends who genuinely mourn you at the end, then your life hasn't been lived in vain. Unexpectedly, Qi Yuanliang, though stubborn, had a very soft heart.
"If I can let evil schemes mourn for me, then I—"
Kang Shi thought that since his spirit had returned to the mortal world, no one could see him, so he spoke without thinking. But before he could finish his joke, Qi Shan slapped him hard across the face. The crisp, loud slap almost knocked his brain out of him and made him run away from home.
My cheeks were burning, and I could taste the blood seeping from my cheek flesh and the roots of my teeth with the tip of my tongue. The pain was so clear and direct.
Why does he feel pain?
Kang Shi angrily shouted, "Qi Yuanliang, have you gone mad?"
Before he could even fly into a rage, Qi Shan had already struck first.
He slapped the ground and sprang to his feet, flipped onto the bed, bent his knees to block Kang Shi's elbows, and then grabbed the latter's neck with both hands, his face contorted with rage: "Kang Jishou, die!"
The others were so frightened that they didn't even have time to think about why Kang Shi had suddenly come back to life; they rushed forward to break up the fight. However, they severely underestimated Qi Shan's current state, and several people couldn't pry him off Kang Shi despite their efforts. They watched helplessly as Qi Shan sat on Kang Shi, pinching him until the latter's eyes rolled back: "Stop pinching me! Stop pinching me! You'll kill him if you keep pinching him—"
Qi Miao was pushed to the outside of the crowd.
She was frantic, trying to squeeze back in to save the person.
Seeing that Kang Nian was still lost in thought, he hurriedly called for help: "Uncle, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and go save him!"
If we don't save him soon, Father will really strangle Uncle to death!
Kang Nian: "..."
He reacted a beat too late and hurriedly tried to save Kang Shi.
The tent was in complete chaos. Everyone's attention was drawn to Kang Shi, who was rolling his eyes, and no one noticed that Yu Zi had quietly opened her eyes as well. Well, that's not quite right either; her great-uncle had noticed. Looking at her great-uncle, who was too excited to speak, Yu Zi noticed his full head of white hair, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Grandfather! It's all because your grandson is unfilial and has made you worry."
Seeing the living Yu Zi, the great-uncle finally felt a lump in his throat. Holding Yu Zi's hands, tears streamed down his face, and he trembled as he said "good" a dozen times: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're alive. You've really saved my life!"
During the past few days of Yu Zi's suffering, he carefully recalled everything he had done in his life. His life could not be described as upright and honorable, but he could not be described as a great villain either.
Why did Heaven punish him like this?
Even his only bloodline must suffer this calamity? If Heaven truly wishes to punish him, let it bring disaster upon him, not take its anger out on his humble origins!
In that instant, he had no more attachments to the mortal world.
Unexpectedly, Heaven showed mercy and Wei Heng was brought back to life.
Overwhelmed with indescribable joy, he felt as if his limbs and internal organs were about to burst, so excited that he was momentarily speechless. As the grandfather and grandson embraced and wept, their tender affection palpable, Kang Shi nearly had his neck strangled to death by Qi Shan's hands. It wasn't until everyone worked together that they finally managed to free his neck from Qi Shan's wicked grasp.
Kang Shi, his clothes disheveled, hid behind Kang Nian.
Kang Nian spread his arms wide, his sleeves cascading down, like a clumsy old hen protecting her chicks. With the hen's imposing figure in front of him, Kang Shi recovered, coughing as he accused Qi Shan, "What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?"
Qi Yuanliang really wants to strangle himself, doesn't he?
Kang Shi coughed twice and suddenly woke up.
A thought that surfaced in his mind made him turn pale.
If he is alive, doesn't that mean that the one who died is Wei Heng?
Kang Shi immediately forgot about settling scores with Qi Shan over the attempted murder. He staggered to his feet, pushed aside the old hen in front of him, and was annoyed at himself for dragging his feet. He should have finished the job before Yu Zi could. The tent wasn't large, and Kang Shi turned his head to meet Yu Zi's eyes. Her eyes were filled with disdain and mockery.
"No—" Kang Shi froze on the spot, gesturing helplessly, "What's going on?"
My brain is a little foggy right after I turned it on.
Yu Zi didn't have as much curiosity or "why" as him.
She had been in a coma for too long, and before that she had gone through a long period of torment and struggle, she was now completely exhausted.
"As long as I'm alive, why ask so many questions?" Yu Zi exuded a calm that seemed to say, "Living is fine, dying is fine too," a stark contrast to the chaotic scene. "Dying in a daze, living in a strange way, isn't that good enough?"
Kang Shi: "..."
No, it's not good at all.
Qi Yuanliang really wanted to kill him!
Kang Shi's vision suddenly went black as Qi Yuanliang, like a mad dog, broke through the encirclement and pounced with deadly precision. His heart nearly stopped, and a scream was about to escape his throat, but it was caught halfway through. It wasn't that Qi Shan had grabbed his neck again; instead, the other man suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace. This scene not only terrified Kang Shi but also halted the efforts of the others who were trying to restrain Qi Shan.
Kang Shi, still in shock, came to his senses.
He patted Qi Shan on the back helplessly.
He said gently, "This time, I was indeed in the wrong."
He underestimated the psychological impact of Qi Shan's death on Tan Qu.
Putting himself in the other person's shoes, after so many years, watching someone who should have stayed pass away was unbearable for Kang Shi. Although he enjoyed the rare tenderness from the villain, his neck was genuinely sore.
As Qi Shan tightened his embrace, Kang Shi decided to retract his earlier thought—Qi Yuanliang had indeed given up on strangling him and changed his strategy, intending to hug him to death.
Kang Shi said with difficulty, "Yuanliang, please be gentle. I know you're reluctant to part with your elder brother, but you don't need to be so enthusiastic."
He doesn't go anywhere anymore.
Road to the Underworld?
Let's wait a few decades.
Unfortunately, Qi Shan did not give him face.
Being hugged like this by Qi Shan in front of everyone, Qi Yuanliang may be shameless, but Kang Jishou still has his pride. Just as he was about to use his adult strength to push her away, Kang Shi paused—he keenly felt that his shoulder was wet with some kind of warm liquid.
Qi Shan, are you really crying?
Kang Shi felt he should consider the other person's feelings. He was thirty-six or thirty-seven years old; it would be embarrassing for someone to see him lose his pearls.
He patted Qi Shan's back with one hand and waved lightly at the crowd with the other.
He gestured for everyone to go outside and wait.
Kang Nian: "..."
Her eyes were filled with resentment as she looked at her younger brother, whom she had lost and then regained, and at her cousin who had taken him for himself. After a long while, only a sigh escaped her lips.
Everyone retreated to the outer room.
No sooner had I left than I heard Kang Shi howling like a banshee.
"Qi Yuanliang, you tricked me!"
Shen Tang clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "What did I tell you? Ji Shou is asking for trouble. Yuan Liang is furious."
Yu Zi couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
Everyone's attention was drawn to her laughter, and they all looked over, making Yu Zi feel awkward. She wasn't used to being the center of attention, and subconsciously moved closer to Lin Feng beside her. Lin Feng's eyes reddened emotionally: "You really scared me to death this time."
She really thought Yu Zi wouldn't be able to overcome this hurdle.
Yu Zi never expected that she would wake up.
She lowered her eyes and murmured softly, "Me too."
Recalling the various temptations she had encountered during her coma, she felt a lingering fear—she didn't know Kang Shi's situation, but during her coma, she experienced many things, and every person and event she encountered seemed to be trying to provoke her murderous intent.
Countless voices whispered in her ear.
[You finally crawled out of that muddy mountain village, washed away the shame your grandparents left on you, and severed all ties with that disgusting bloodline. You, this dark, stinking worm, have finally seen the sunlight after all your suffering. Are you satisfied with this? Don't you want to live forever in the sunlight, bringing glory to your family, letting your mother and great-uncle see your triumph? Kang Jishou only helped you, led you a few steps, but you walked the rest of the way on your own. Are you going to take your own life for this small favor?]
[As long as he dies, you will be fulfilled.]
You don't actually believe his nonsense about choosing you, do you? A strategist's words are deceitful; he's just lying to you.
There is no future or hope as long as people are alive!
In the illusion, she was still that child huddled in the pile of firewood, trembling. She either watched in despair as her mother used a blunt knife to cut open her younger brother's stomach to prove his innocence, or watched as her mother's body was thrown back, without even a straw mat. She had once possessed the ability to easily change everything, but now she could do nothing.
She was even grabbed like a chick by Kang Shi, who easily snapped her neck. Her last memory was of that familiar face, filled with mockery. He ridiculed her naivety, scorned her stupidity, mocked her blindness, and trampled on her sincerity.
Not just once, but eight times.
Each time she was killed, a voice would ask her a question.
Do you truly have no regrets?
For the eighth time, Yu Zi told herself, "Nothing should happen more than nine times!"
He opened his eyes and saw the young Kang Shi.
Those two slaps were full of hatred from the previous eight times!
This time, she was fully capable of killing the still-developing Kang Jishou. However, seeing the young Kang Shi squatting on the ground staring at his enemy's head, Yu Zi couldn't bring herself to do it. Clearly, killing him would mean her future and her life were within her grasp.
Lin Feng was still filled with lingering fear.
"I was so nervous watching that, I was terrified you'd fall into a trap and make the wrong choice." Judging from Yu Zi's several breakthroughs, Lin Feng was pretty sure that Yu Zi's biggest enemy was herself. Every breakthrough required a battle with her inner self, an unwavering commitment to her principles; once a crack appeared in her heart and was exploited, she would perish. Lin Feng wanted to warn her, but was stopped.
What stopped her was not her master or anyone else, but her intuition.
Her intuition told her not to get involved in other people's rituals.
Only you can untie the knots in your heart, and only you can overcome the tribulations in your heart.
Yu Zi thought Lin Feng's choice of words was strange.
"Look? What are you looking at?"
Lin Feng: "..."
At the same time, a bloodcurdling scream erupted from inside the tent, as if Kang Shi had seen a ghost: "Qi Yuanliang, tell me what you saw?"
Well, how should I put it...
Both of their dreams were completely seen.
Qi Shan's assessment was quite touching. She never expected that Kang Jishou, who seemed to bring bad luck wherever he went, was actually such a pure and gentle person at heart. Even Yu Zi, whom everyone in the Ministry of Justice feared, had an innocent and naive side. Tsk tsk tsk, these days, such pure-hearted people are rarer than hair on a bald man's head.
Qi Shan imitated Kang Shi's voice in a high-pitched voice.
The left sentence—
[Wei Heng, you've won this round.]
The right sentence—
He's just a paper cat.
Qi Shan then showed Kang Shi through his actions whether he was a paper cat or a man-eating tiger. His imitation of the voice was so lifelike that even Kang Shi himself suspected that the other person had stolen his voice. Kang Shi was so embarrassed that he just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
"Stop talking, stop talking!"
He covered his ears with his hands but couldn't block out the sound, so he resorted to a threat: "If you say another word, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Then to beg for mercy—
"Qi Yuanliang, I beg you, ancestors, please stop using your supernatural powers."
Finally, having lost all will to live, he gave up and let himself drift.
Yu Zi was so embarrassed that she scratched her toes on the ground.
When Lin Feng asked her to go out, she would always wear a veil and hide herself, looking like a thief. Lin Feng couldn't help but smile: "What is Wei Heng doing? Everyone present that day kept their mouths shut. Even if they wanted to tease you, they would have teased Minister Kang, not you."
Yu Zi said awkwardly, "It's more comfortable to wear them."
Considering Yu Zi's feelings, Lin Feng didn't meet her in a crowded place, but rather on the edge of a field. The field was filled with lush wormwood, swaying gently in the breeze, while Lin Feng was dressed as an ordinary farm girl, wearing straw sandals and with her legs bare.
She dipped her feet into the cool water.
A comfortable sigh escaped his lips.
Yu Zi also sat down on the edge of the field, just like her.
Since the start of the war, the two hadn't had such a leisurely time together in a long time.
"I wonder what new plays are popular in Fengluo. There are a few more dessert and drink shops now. I've been saving up for over a year. Next time I go back, I'll have to invite Yaohe and the others to try them together." The summer breeze was a bit cool today, and it made her sleepy after a short while.
Lin Feng stretched his waist and leaned back.
He lay down casually on the edge of the field.
"Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?"
These words were not spoken by Yu Zi.
Lin Feng closed one eye and squinted the other, barely managing to make out the identity of the person in front of him in the glaring light, before straightening up.
"Minister Luan!"
Luan Xin nodded to her, his gaze falling on Yu Zi.
As if looking at a rare treasure, even his voice was a hundred times gentler and friendlier than usual: "May I have a word with you in private?"
His attitude flattered Yu Zi.
As the head of the Ministry of Personnel, Luan Gongyi was someone Yu Zi, who came from the Ministry of Justice, didn't have much interaction with. They were usually just nodding acquaintances. Why did he suddenly seek her out this time? And why was he so friendly? In a flash, Yu Zi had already scanned her and Luan Xin's social circles.
The only possibility is Luan Xin's nephew, Luan Cheng. I heard that he wants to come to the Ministry of Justice, but I don't know which department he will be assigned to.
but--
Even so, you shouldn't be looking for yourself.
Wouldn't it be more efficient to find Kang Jishou?
Yu Zi followed, her mind filled with doubt.
Lin Feng wasn't curious about this and continued soaking his feet and basking in the sun. Before long, he heard the two footsteps returning. Yu Zi's expression looked a little strange, while Minister Luan looked as if he were basking in a spring breeze.
His beaming face suggested that some good news was about to arrive.
Before leaving, Luan Gongyi told Lin Feng to work harder.
Lin Feng, looking completely bewildered, touched the shoulder where Luan Xin had patted her, unable to understand the other's intentions for a long time. She nudged Yu Zi's arm with her elbow: "Wei Heng, what did Minister Luan just say to you?"
"It is related to the perfection of the scholar's way."
Yu Zi rarely mentioned this matter to Lin Feng.
After all, since the beginning of their studies, Lin Feng's performance had consistently surpassed hers. Now that she had seized the opportunity for success first, she worried that Lin Feng might feel pressured. Lin Feng realized, "Minister Luan told me to work hard, is this what I mean by working hard?"
"Isn't Lingde worried at all?"
Lin Feng kicked the water: "If there's no hope in this life, then there's no rush."
Yu Zi refused to believe it: "How can it be hopeless?"
There were only two of them among Chu Yao's students who pursued literature. Even she, who had always been second best, had succeeded. How could Lin Feng, who had only a mid-to-high-grade second-rank aptitude, have no hope? She believed that Lin Feng should already know the conditions required for the completion ceremony: "If you have any difficulties, you can ask Teacher Chu."
Lin Feng sighed deeply: "The teacher can't help."
Yu Zi was both curious and increasingly worried: "How could this be?"
Lin Feng held up two fingers.
"My ritual to complete the Way of the Scholar requires tilling the land, something Wei Heng should be able to guess. Guess how many acres I need to till?"
The good news is, unlike Wei Heng, I don't need to torture myself internally again and again; cultivating the land will fulfill the path of a scholar. The bad news is, the cultivated land area is questionable; it's better to torture myself than torturing myself—at least there's hope. Yu Zi guessed, "Two fingers, two thousand acres?"
Even the most valiant martial artists couldn't manage two thousand acres.
Lin Feng shook his head: "I don't need to do any manual labor myself. The land where the seeds I cultivate have been planted is fine. Take a guess if you dare!"
Yu Zi thought for a moment: "Two hundred thousand mu?"
Lin Feng shook his head again: "Go higher!"
Yu Zi asked in a hoarse voice, "Two million mu?"
Lin Feng's eyes were filled with sorrow: "Go higher!"
Yu Zi's voice began to tremble: "Twenty million mu?"
Lin Feng silently looked at Yu Zi, who nervously swallowed and uttered a number that made her eyes go black just by hearing it: "Twenty million mu?"
Lin Feng calmly bent down, stirred the straw sandals in the stream to wash them, and then put them back on: "Two hundred thousand acres, so go wash up and go to sleep."
I will never be able to fulfill the path of a scholar in this lifetime.
Even if she planted crops on every rooftop in Kangguo, she still wouldn't have enough arable land. Knowing there was no hope, she gave up completely.
Yu Zi counted on her fingers how big 200 million mu was.
The conclusion was that she couldn't imagine it.
Only one thought remained in my mind—
How much grain can be grown from 200 million mu of land?
Even if everyone in Kangguo ate their fill, they still couldn't finish it all.
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My new PC is all set up, and I've maxed out all the effects in JX3 (Swordsman Online), and the FPS is still a reassuring green. I remember before, during siege battles, it would spike to red, and even in dungeons, it would spike to red, causing lag and disconnections. Lowering the graphics settings didn't help.
P.S.: My new computer didn't have Word. I spent ages trying to figure it out, and it even asked for my Windows password to log in. After a lot of effort, I finally found my old account (all the computers I bought before came with Office Student and Home editions, which can be used on up to five computers at the same time), downloaded it successfully, and finally got to use it.
P.S.: Next, I opened the Writer Assistant PC client. I suddenly remembered I'd been using Writer Assistant for a while now and didn't really need Word at all _(:з」∠)_
PPPS: Typing on a 27-inch screen is incredibly enjoyable, but tilting your head back can easily cause neck pain.
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