Don't worry about traveling through time, she has an all-powerful senior sister to help her

Chapter 172

Shen Lingzhu said as a matter of course: "Of course it's the county magistrate's invitation. When you went to other masters Zhang and Wang's house, were they just informed verbally?"

The visitor smiled and said, "Little girl, Master Shen is just Master Shen now.

As the elder of the county, the county magistrate is already showing great respect by asking you verbally.

You didn't even pass on this message, but instead acted on your own, which is not a good idea."

"Then, did the person who asked you to notify him say that if a jailer doesn't wear a badge or hold official documents, no one would dare to believe him." Shen Lingzhu looked him up and down, but his focus was actually on his sword.

As expected, the man raised his knife and said, "This is issued by the county government, it cannot be faked."

"Very good. I'll ask someone to go with you to Xia Lichang and say hello." Shen Lingzhu pressed on.

The visitor couldn't help but squint at her and was about to ask, "Where is Master Shen Wu?"

There was a sound of running footsteps behind him. The next moment, Shen Xianzhu rushed to his sister and pushed her back into the courtyard gate.

Shen Lingzhu was unwilling and explained the whole story to her eldest brother, causing the latter to turn around and ask the visitor to show his badge or official document to prove his identity.

The man recognized him, then looked at the group of young men holding sticks and long boards behind him and asked coldly, "Who is this young master? Is Master Shen at home?"

As he spoke, he took out a document and an ID badge from his horse and said, "Please ask him to come forward and sign it."

This bastard, after failing to deceive himself and seeing that his side had more people and more power, he took out the documents for monthly inspection. Shen Lingzhu suspected that the new county magistrate had indeed invited many gentry to attend.

When she saw her elder brother was talking to her in a stiff manner, she immediately retreated.

At this time, she didn't care that the fire in the stove was extinguished, but ran to the carriage shed in the backyard to find her cousin Zhi.

"Xiao Zhuzi, what's wrong?" Uncle Jiu Shen Xiao was checking the wheels.

"The government is here to investigate Uncle, Cousin Zhi, you should ride your donkey to Qixing Temple to look for Uncle and take him home.

Go quietly out the back door." Shen Lingzhu once again praised Mr. Chi, saying that he built the yard well and even had a back door.

The person who came had bad intentions. If it was said that my uncle went to Qixing Temple, he might have written it as walking a hundred miles away.

Huang Xunzhi, who was brushing the mules and horses, immediately let go and held the donkey beside him: "I'll take him back."

Aunt Jiu and she pulled open the iron ring on the door and watched Huang Xunzhi leave.

He said, "Xiao Zhuzi, I've been waiting for you. Nothing will happen, right?"

"No, my eldest brother was just saying that my uncle got up early and went up the mountain to chop firewood, so he won't be coming down for a while.

It was impossible for the messenger to go up the mountain to look for him. He could only wait.

Aunt Jiu, go talk to my aunt and don't show up." Shen Lingzhu was right. Not only were the officials outside the front gate not invited in, but they were also surrounded by several young men.

He was angry but dared not speak, and felt a little regretful that he should not have listened to Miao Sili's words and deliberately teased the Shen family.

In fact, he not only recognized the young master of the Shen family, but also recognized the young lady of the Shen family.

Because he was on duty when his family entered the county government office together.

Shen Xianzhu saw that the other party was helpless, but he just didn't invite him in, and he kept praying in his heart that Xiao Zhuzi would come back to find his father as soon as possible.

But the next moment, he saw Xiao Zhuzi and Jian Zhu coming over, so his heart tightened: "Xiao Zhuzi, I just asked Chang An to go to the mountain to find his father, and he can't come down for a while.

Stop staring here and go cook."

When Shen Lingzhu heard the word "rice", she exclaimed, "My rice."

As he spoke, he ran back to the yard, and Jian Zhu followed him silently, hoping that he could jump and shout again next year.

Not to mention Shen Lingzhu hurriedly checking whether the rice soup was cooked, just say that when it was dawn in the morning, Shen Miaozhu and her uncle rushed to the Qixing Temple.

It’s not that they want to get up so early, but the temple master Xuan Lingzi has only been awake and active from the morning until 9:00 a.m. recently, and the rest of the time he stays in seclusion in the quiet room.

Shen Miaozhu didn't know what kind of divine retreat he was in, but every time she saw him, she felt that he got a little older.

Especially since Taoist Zhiyuan took on a big job and left for the past few days, the temple master looks even older.

Moreover, except for Zhiyuan, his disciples were either too young or not good at worldly matters. Most of his peers were focused on alchemy and talismans, so he had to take care of everything in the temple.

On the fifth day, when she came up, she happened to see a Taoist priest named Xuan whose furnace exploded while he was refining an elixir.

So many precious medicinal herbs were turned into ashes in one blow.

Alas, cultivating immortality is indeed very expensive.

The uncle and nephew waited for a long time and met Xuan Lingzi. When they mentioned that they wanted to rent land to build a greenhouse, the latter took out a picture of fish scales.

He pointed out a place and said, "There is a five-mu field between you and the next village. It was originally planted with Platycodon grandiflorum and Bupleurum chinense, but this year the harvest is almost gone."

"No harvest? Is it because there are too many insect pests in the fields?" This was the first thing Shen Huai thought of.

Xuan Lingzi shook his head: "The land is too poor, and because the water flows far, every time we irrigate, we let the villagers on both sides water their land first."

"No, Taoist priest, this piece of land is too far away and not suitable for growing vegetables." Shen Miaozhu was unwilling when she heard it.

She wanted to make some quick money and couldn't put more energy and financial resources into it.

"Master, why don't you choose this one?" She pointed to a point on the picture.

The location is right next to the Shen family's field. The soil is thin, and a lot of honeysuckle was planted there in previous years. However, the price of this medicine has become increasingly low in the past two years, making it unprofitable to plant it.

"Hahaha, you know how to choose. Are you planning to buy it one day?" Xuan Lingzi didn't mind selling scattered land.

Those were either sold to the temple by families who could no longer make ends meet in exchange for the money to move, or bought in small amounts by successive temple masters.

"Master, are you willing to sell it?" Shen Huai was very tempted when he saw it was so close, and kept looking at the drawings for comparison.

So he didn't notice his eldest niece behind him, who was shaking her head at Xuan Lingzi. She didn't hope that after she successfully grew the fruit, her uncle would give it to the clan one day.

Xuan Lingzi readily agreed: "Not for sale."

Shen Huai didn't force it too much. After agreeing on the rent and drafting the contract, he just handed the silver to the Taoist priest when he heard a Taoist boy asking to see him.

Then when he heard that it was a Buddhist surnamed Huang who came to see him, Shen Miaozhu had already rushed out of the house, "Cousin Zhi?"

"Dazhuzi, let the fifth master go back quickly..." After Huang Zongzhi explained the situation, Shen Huai hurriedly said goodbye and rode his donkey home.

Shen Miaozhu had just spoken to Xuan Lingzi alone, "Master, please keep all fourteen acres of land for me.

When I make some money, I’ll buy it.” With land in hand, there’s no need to worry.

"Okay, as long as your methods of improving the soil are effective, I'll sell you another fourteen acres." Xuan Lingzi thought for a moment and said,

"Are you willing to be my registered disciple?"

"Master, do you want me to help the Qixing Temple?

Or, to rely on my uncle's future?" Shen Miaozhu raised her eyebrows.

Xuan Lingzi nodded: "Yes, the disciples in the temple are in a period of transition, and those who are capable are unwilling to live on two hundred acres of meager farmland.

I have a young disciple named Zhicheng, who is about to turn fifteen. He is honest but lacks shrewdness. Zhiyuan doesn't want to keep him, so he can only wait until Zhicheng passes the Daoluo exam and then choose him to manage the temple affairs."

Shen Miaozhu thought of the young Taoist priest who was not good at speaking but taught her sincerely, "Is it the senior brother who prescribed the medicine?"

Xuan Lingzi nodded again: "It's him, you don't need to do anything, just help manage the finances of the temple.

All the medical records of me and my predecessors can be studied by you. How about it?