Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 79

  Chapter 79

   Repairing the Fireworks is bigger than expected.

  In the beginning, it was just a few craftsmen studying how to fill the holes in the courtyard wall. It seemed normal, but then the number of people increased.

  The dozens of people crowded around the fire hall, and even Ren Qing noticed something was wrong.

  The craftsmen brought in the recently fired bricks, and the tiles weighed hundreds of kilograms, just like a large-scale construction project.

  Ren Qing's mouth twitched. Could it be that Zhao Shuli listened wrongly? I was talking about repairing the courtyard wall, not rebuilding it.

   Bo Feng was even more sincere and fearful, for fear that it was caused by his own negligence.

   At this moment, Scribe Zhao walked towards the Fire Works Hall with a bright face, and Ren Qing hurriedly stepped forward and dragged him into the wing.

   Zhao Shu Li poured some tea and said proudly: "Brother Ren, you are satisfied."

  According to his vision, Huogongtang will be completely expanded, and Ren Qing's wing will be separated.

  Ren Qing asked blankly, "Master Zhao, is there anything you can help me with?"

  The clerk of Zhao smiled and rubbed his hands, showing a humble appearance that he had never seen when he saw the magistrate: "That..."

   "Say something quickly."

   "Sanxiang City will hold a rural imperial examination every five years. This time, it will be set up in the Qinghe Gongyuan in the west of the city, and it should be under our jurisdiction."

   He was afraid of Ren Qing's rejection, so he quickly explained: "It's not too much trouble, I just want to ask Brother Ren to help you watch."

After    Zhao Shuli finished speaking, he took a sip of tea with a little helplessness.

   Imperial Examination is a major event in Sanxiang City.

   Generally speaking, scholars who pass the government examination after they become Tongsheng are considered as scholars, and as for juren, they have to participate in this township examination.

  Maybe because of the relatively closed relationship between Xiangxiang and Xiangxiang, the interval between the township examinations is extremely long, and it is said that there are not many scholars admitted.

   As for the palace examination, I have never heard of it, and there has never been anyone who will go to work in other places.

  Ren Qing asked with some doubts: "Why don't I see the people around me discussing this?"

   "It's not more than a month, and the temple fair in the west of the city has already been held, so naturally there is not much attention to the matter of the imperial examination."

The    temple fair was supposed to be held at the Temple of Sending Zi Niangniang, which is located in the remote west of the city.

  People worship and send their sons and daughters in order to bless their childbirth. On weekdays, incense is relatively prosperous, and even temple worshippers are invited to give birth as midwives.

  Ren Qing learned from Zhao Shuli that the temple fair would last for about seven days, which did not coincide with the imperial examination.

   He agreed: "Some little things, no problem."

   The clerk of Zhao thanked him repeatedly, and when he was leaving, he quietly stuffed a fifty-tael silver note under the tea bowl, which was full of sophistication.

   However, Ren Qing has no interest in worldly money now, and he took the money into the prison in his womb.

   For the next few days, he stayed in the Fire Workshop to practice the Dragon and Snake Ridges.

During the    period, Huang Ziwan visited, but only to catch up and chat, which made Ren Qing a little disappointed.

   Now he'd better be able to take on a few quests from the Jailer's Hall to earn some blood crystals.

   But Sanxiang City became more and more stable, mainly because of the relationship between temple fairs and imperial examinations, which led to a large number of street patrols in the morning and evening.

The    gang also gives a lot of face, and honestly manages their own one-third of an acre of land.

  Ren Qing had nothing to do in his spare time, so he planned to go to the temple fair to relax his mind. Similar scenes only existed in the memories of childhood in previous lives.

  Ren Qing specially picked an evening, and saw that the streets near the temple were full of lanterns, and a strong smell of fireworks filled the air.

   Such a scale is definitely much better than a shoddy food festival, which is extremely lively.

   At first glance, it is full of mouth-watering delicacies, sugar man, hemp cake, stewed, stinky tofu...

  Various scents are mixed together, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.

  Children were running around on the street, with their parents chasing after them.

  Ren Qing couldn't help but smile, the urgency in his heart was a little less, and more of it was gradually giving birth to a sense of belonging to the other side of the world.

   He bought a bunch of rock candied haws and ate them while walking. The taste was mainly sweet and sour, and he could also taste the greenness of hawthorn.

   When Ren Qing approached the temple of the goddess to send his children, he found that there were many people around, and the atmosphere seemed silent.

  The crowd is all women and children, ranging in age from cardamom birth to full hair.

  Ren Qing was suddenly surprised, for fear of encountering an accident, he hurried over.

  I saw an old temple congratulatory person standing in front of the temple, who looked to be in her 70s. She was distributing peanuts to the crowd and saying some words of blessing.

   Laomiaozhu swept past Ren Qing outside the crowd, and then nodded to him inexplicably.

  Ren Qing frowned slightly, not knowing what the other party meant, and the Temple of Sending Zi Niangniang was so respected.

   He looked around and saw that Zhu Ding, who was holding peanuts, was squeezing out from the crowd.

  Ren Qing walked straight, first stood in front of the ancient tree at the entrance of the temple and waited for a while, until Zhu Ding got out and then stepped forward.

   "Any policeman..."

   Zhu Ding was startled, his face flushed red, and his mouth was hesitant.

  Ren Qing patted his shoulder and asked, "Zhu Ding, how did you come here?"

   "I came here because... In fact, I was originally from a temple, but my mother died early and was raised by Luo Niang."

   "Luo Niang?"

  Ren Qing immediately learned from Zhu Ding that Luo Niang was the old temple concubine, and many people in Sanxiang City were delivered by her.

  The temple will also help some orphans without parents.

   "Anyone, Luo Niang is a good person."

   Zhu Ding scratched his head embarrassedly.

   He always regarded Luo Niang as his mother, not only would she help with cleaning, but also donate the extra monthly salary to the temple.

"I see…"

  Ren Qing smiled, and then squeezed into the crowd as if no one else was there.

  The women and children nearby gave in one after another, and soon he came to Luo Niang, who still had a kind smile on his face.

  Luo Niang grabbed the peanut and put it in Ren Qing's hand: "Child, reach out and hold it."

  Ren Qing peeled and ate one of the peanuts. It was just an ordinary peanut, and it was even slightly damp. It was not very tasty.

   "Luo Niang, it tastes good."

   However, his purpose was not for peanuts, but to contact Luo Niang specially.

   The flow of information is surging.

  【Luo Ji】

  【Age: Forty-eight】

  【Shouyuan: Seven Years】

  【Surgery: Xia Cao Jue (for those without disease)】

  【Created by Taisui Daojun, cultivating this method requires you to swallow seventy-five kinds of diseases with no color or appearance, and you can only practice it until the stubborn diseases are cured. 】

  Ren Qing threw peanuts into his mouth as he walked, unable to hold back his thoughts.

   Cordyceps sinensis?

   The disease type doesn't refer to germs, right? This technique is a bit powerful. Those without disease are like what Buddhism says is unsullied and untainted.

  Ren Qing had never really learned about the fertility rate of Sanxiang City before.

   Now think about it, in a world where magic techniques are flooded, maybe the birth of a woman's pregnancy in October will not be as dangerous as she imagined.

   The concubine may also be a jailer, and she may even have reached the bleak realm.

  The water is really deep.

   The next chapter will be slower, work is delayed.

   (end of this chapter)

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