Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 326 - 209 Writing a Book on Agriculture, Securing the Future_2

Chapter 326: Chapter 209 Writing a Book on Agriculture, Securing the Future_2

Gu Wen was his only support; without him, no one would listen.

Gu Wen asked, "How is the state of the world now?"

Jiang Fugui answered truthfully, "The world has just stabilized; many things await revival. I’ve been doing my utmost to provide relief to the people, but as for now, we can only say there’s no famine."

While speaking, he reached down to adjust his trousers, which were nearly slipping off.

"Are these the clothes of that dog of an Emperor?"

Gu Wen couldn’t help but laugh out loud as he looked at the oversized imperial robe. Despite its grand appearance, it was clearly ill-fitting, and after being altered, all the five claws had been cut off. Others certainly wouldn’t do this, but after so many years with Gu Wen, Jiang Fugui had come to view imperial power with no sense of sanctity.

People always serve the source of power. If Jiang Fugui were a genuine founding Emperor, he surely wouldn’t suffer this way; he wouldn’t even let Jiang Jucai ascend to power like this.

Over the years, the only one who could truly be his confidant, Jiang Fugui, had one merit — he was always devoted and diligent.

"Let’s save the small talk for later. Is the trade route from Lin Chuan to Bianjing established?"

Gu Wen asked about what concerned him the most. Frankly speaking, spiritual objects were his primary goal in contending for the world. Besides that, he didn’t mind heralding another era of great peace.

The ancient times of great peace were simple yet difficult. Still, with absolute martial power in hand, Gu Wen had both the confidence and the determination.

Jiang Fugui nodded, "It opened three months ago, and the second batch of medicinal fruits is currently on its way."

"The first batch?"

"There was a problem with the route; they were all lost along the way. After investigating, I found they were swiped by officials along the way, here a little, there a little. I executed twelve county magistrates and dispatched troops to suppress the aristocratic families along the way, barely managing to get the items to Bianjing."

A cold killing intent flashed in Jiang Fugui’s eyes, and he exuded more of the aura of a superior.

In other respects, he was extremely cautious, always putting the people first. Now, in the still developing new dynasty,

whenever it concerned the transport of spiritual objects from various places, this short and small-scale landlord, Jiang Fugui, would truly bare his fangs, mercilessly crushing anyone in his path.

Power is accountable to its source, this was what Jiang Fugui had always wanted to teach his son.

"People never shed tears until they see the coffin; you’ve done well."

Gu Wen praised him, then brought them inside because the master had orders for Jiang Fugui.

Once inside, a woman dressed in plain white gently lifted her fingers, turning a table filled with food into a puff of blue smoke in an instant.

Such a miraculous scene made the Jiang father and son even more reverent, with even the not-yet-eight-year-old Jiang Juxian showing insight beyond his years.

"I heard your conversation just now. You’ve done very well, better than most of the authority figures in my clan."

Qingcang first praised them, then pulled out five bags of crystal-clear seeds from his sleeve.

These consisted of rice, millet, wheat, beans, and other cereals.

"Plant these seeds, then bring me a plant from each season and record the yield per unit."

"Yes."

Receiving the seeds, Jiang Fugui treasured them as if they were precious gems, turned, and ran off. Looking back, he shouted, "Mr. Wen, I’ll start sowing tomorrow; I have to work overtime to get things done. I’ll catch up with you another time."

With that, Jiang Fugui dived into the fields.

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Once the commotion ended, tranquility returned to the little courtyard.

Gu Wen asked, "Do you intend to feed the whole world?"

"I want to enlighten all our kin. The belly decides the brain; spiritual wisdom can only stir after a full meal."

Qingcang replied with a tone as common as any other, voicing an aspiration that even the most devoted monk of the Buddhist Sect might scarcely dream of in a lifetime.

"I know that most of the suffering of mortals stems from poverty. And money is but a token; ultimately, it depends on food."

Chi Yu Zi asked, "Can everyone achieve enlightenment just by having enough to eat?"

Qingcang smiled and shook her head, "That’s just the first step; we must also teach them to read and write. When people read more, they won’t be deceived. After that, it’s about letting them benefit from cultivation."

"Benefits?"

Chi Yu Zi was quite perplexed.

Gu Wen, too, looked confused; he could understand until this point, but now it seemed a bit fantastical.

He said, "Master, among the human race, one in a hundred can channel Qi, and one in a thousand can form a Golden Core. How can they benefit?"

"Recently, my Divine Thought explored the Immortal Land and saw Cultivators with Flying Boats and jade rugs, consuming spiritual delicacies, wearing Vestment robes, living in bliss. Mortals are no different from here; it all depends on the sect’s preferences,"

Qingcang’s tone shifted matter-of-factly, "This is unfair, for Cultivators require vast amounts of basic herbs for Alchemy, which are grown by the people. Cultivators should and must share the profits with the people, letting them also ride Flying Boats, wear brocade, and eat delicacies."

"We left Jianmu for a better life initially; now, Cultivators should fulfill their promises to our people."

In the year since her revival, Qingcang’s Divine Thought has consistently hovered over the human territory, watching over millions, observing, and scrutinizing the human race.

Eventually, she arrived at an objective, a goal as significant as the eradication of the Devil Clan.

The enlightenment of the human race, the complete fulfillment of all.

Her calm and matter-of-fact tone carried the grandeur of mountains moving.

Gu Wen remained silent for a while. He understood much more but could never, like his master, speak the words "unfair" so openly and directly for the people.

Great people are always alike.

Chi Yu Zi didn’t think too deeply, "Do you have enough time, with only forty years?"

"I will leave them with food and books, and what follows will be their business. But I believe the vision of people seeking a fulfilled life is eternal; as long as spiritual wisdom continues, humans shall overcome the heavens."