Chapter 2262: The Village Guardian Zheng Rongxu

Li Yi and his party went in, and Song De told Xun Xin to follow him in.

Xun Xin led people to stop the villagers from killing pigs and chickens, saying that they should not make trouble, and that it was too late.

The people insisted on killing them, saying that they would take them back and the whole village would share the burden. Whoever contributed something would help to compensate for the others.

"We need firewood, everyone take firewood."

Xun Xin had no choice but to change his request.

"We have firewood, whichever firewood pile we like, we can tear it down and burn it."

When Muramasa heard that they needed firewood, it was easy to do, because there was no shortage of firewood at home, and there was plenty on the mountain.

In autumn, a few dozen steps into the mountain would be enough to carry back a small mountain of firewood.

Especially the pine towers and pine branches of wild pine, which could be picked up in a large basket, and a rake could be used to carry a large bundle.

"Okay, tear down a pile." Xun Xin instructed people to see which family's firewood pile was suitable.

Focusing on one to tear down, the firewood pile was covered with straw curtains, and it was difficult for each family to take a little.

After tearing down one, the villagers went up the mountain once, and each person brought back a little, and then piled it up.

This kind of big firewood pile is usually not used, and is placed outside, with firewood piles next to each other.

There is another small firewood pile at home, which is used for burning. Normally, they go to the mountains for a walk and pick it up.

The big firewood pile is a reserve. In case of a sudden heavy snow, they can only rely on it to ensure their lives.

The people in the village have coal reserves, and the blocks of coal, that is, the washed coal, are piled up in a shed.

The coal blocks made from coal powder are also piled up on top and covered with bamboo mats or straw mats. When the people see these things every day, they feel at ease.

"Eat, eat, hehe! Dismantle! Light the fire."

A silly man came to help with a smile, and the clothes he wore were not bad.

"Oh! There is still a village treasure in our village?"

Xun Xin saw the fool and said to Muramasa.

"Originally there was one, but he died of old age ten years ago. There is no more in the village. We went to other places to invite a village keeper back."

Muramasa was happy to see the fool and told Xun Xin that he invited him.

"Good, good invitation!" Xun Xin gave a thumbs up, smart.

He didn't understand it before, but it was passed down from generation to generation that if there was a fool who took on all the bad luck, the village would be peaceful.

Later, he asked the owner, and the owner said that if a village could take good care of a fool, then the people in the village would be kind and united.

The fool was left there to encourage people to do good deeds, and children would play with the fool from an early age and bring food to the fool.

If a village couldn't even take care of a fool, would there be any hope for the village? People would scheme against each other!

Therefore, if there were one or two such fools in the village, everyone would be happy, and if there were none, they would quickly find one somewhere else.

If a child bullied a fool and his family knew about it, he would be beaten.

It's like a county that has an elderly person and needs to arrange for someone to take care of him, proving that the county officials love and protect the people.

The officials are most afraid that as soon as they arrive in a county as county magistrate, the elderly will die one after another, and their evaluation will be scrapped.

The fool in the village is not guarding the village with weapons, but the hearts of the people in the village.

When people's hearts are good, public security will be good, and the relationship between neighbors will be harmonious.

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"This one is from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, this one is from the Western Han Dynasty, and this one is actually from the Qin Dynasty. What a treasure! I'll take it back and deal with it."

After entering the underground, Li Yi didn't even look at the pile of gold nuggets. They were not valuable. The bamboo slips and silk with words on them were the good stuff.

Of course, the special jewelry in the gold may be valuable depending on the craftsmanship.

Li Yi carefully checked and classified them. Fortunately, none of them broke at the touch. They only needed to be maintained in the later stage. He had a way.

Li Longji and others put on gloves and followed them.

"Xiao Yi, are you also proficient in these things?" Song Jing frowned and spoke.

He couldn't see the bamboo slips himself, most of them couldn't be seen. After Li Yi said it, he thought about it again, yes, almost.

"It's... it's okay!" Li Yi was embarrassed. He only knew a little. Some people who needed bribes liked antiques, so he learned.

But the other party generally likes porcelain and jade, and he has little contact with bamboo slips. In addition, his knowledge of bronze ware is limited.

He dare not buy bronze ware as a gift. If he buys copper, he will buy copper coins, from the Tang Dynasty, the Song Dynasty...

Now, when he touches something, the information will pop up and tell him what it is.

He feels very ashamed. He uses the little he has learned to show off to others.

But the truly capable people are always silent, providing him with all the help behind him.

"This is Xiaoyi." Lu Huaishen carefully handed Li Yi a bundle of bamboo slips.

Li Yi took it and slowly unfolded it: "It is from the Spring and Autumn Period, and it also contains the content of the time."

"Are you sure?" Lu Huaishen knew from the content that the bamboo slips were from the Spring and Autumn Period.

"Are you sure? It is... the person I am learning from, what he teaches is exactly what is written here."

Li Yi is sure that it cannot be wrong.

The bamboo slips read: True words are not beautiful, beautiful words are not true. The good do not argue, and the arguers are not good. The knowledgeable are not broad, and the broad do not know. A sage does not accumulate. When he gives to others, he has more. When he gives to others, he has more. The way of heaven is to benefit but not to harm; the way of a sage is to act but not to compete.

Li Yi felt that the system existed like this. Even if he was clever and found a loophole and read the information without spending "money", the system had never been repaired.

"Alas!" Li Yi sighed and told everyone not to move the silk. He would deal with it when he returned. Even if some of it was wet or damp, he could still recognize the words.

"Priceless! Who put it in Luoyan Temple?"

Liu Youqiu sighed, the things in front of him cannot be measured by money, he wants to collect them, but it's a pity that they are not his.

"When the people of our Tang Dynasty live a better life, I will build a museum and put them in there for everyone to see."

Li Yi didn't want to hide them and not allow others to see them. These things did not belong to him, but to the whole of China.

He couldn't use them as collateral to issue currency, let alone sell them.

He planned to build a museum one day to let the people know how brilliant their Chinese civilization was.

The ancients left these precious treasures to themselves, what would they leave for future generations?

Look at the bamboo slips next to them, the Thousand Characters of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, life is a lifetime, grass and trees are a fall.

How long does the ephemeral flower bloom? At least it was brilliant in one's life. In this life, people should also work hard to prove that they have existed.

Li Yi thought about it and clenched his fists, come on!

"The museum is good, do you charge money?" Bi Gou suddenly said.

Swish! Everyone looked at him at the same time.

Li Yi smiled: "Old Bi, I'm fine. Next year, no, this year, the Ministry of Revenue will increase its financial guarantee, right here in this village, with a base of one million."

He guessed it. Old Bi saw that he was pursing his lips and clenching his fists, with a serious face, and deliberately said that.

"Xiao Yi, I care about you too."

Yao Chong followed up with a sentence, and everyone smiled.

"Okay, I'll make you braised pork when I get back to the village." Li Yi expressed his gratitude.

"You promised to make it for Wen Tian, ​​right? Making a bowl is making it, and making a pot is also making it."

Yao Chong said with a look of I suspect you will bring me a bite of braised pork.