I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 270 Doing good and accumulating virtue, blessing the descendants of Mian

Although the sun hadn't risen yet, the fire that ignited in the wilderness reflected the sky red, without the slightest darkness, but such light brought endless pain, and the sound of crying and howling kept coming and going.

Because all the wheat fields were set on fire, and all the cultivation in this village for more than half a year was now reduced to ashes and burned.

"Uncle Chen!"

Feng Zichuan knelt down in front of the lifeless steward, his voice trembling unknowingly, and his emotions almost collapsed.

Not far away, a large number of cavalry were chasing the beasts and barbarians who set fire in the fields. The flags fluttering in the flames were enough to make the survivors feel at ease, and they didn't have to suppress the grief and sorrow in their hearts.

And this scene is just a microcosm of a war. More than a year ago, regardless of the obstruction of his ministers, Emperor Chongming directly ordered to launch a crusade against the beasts and barbarians in the Northern Plains. Extinct, bring that fertile grassland under the rule of Dagan.

Under the great military power of the establishment, the beast barbarians, who could only forge bronze weapons, lost hundreds of thousands of young fighters after several battles, and finally changed their tactics.

Under the command of the Orc Barbarian Great Witch Festival, the Beast Barbarians who still had combat power no longer sought to engage in direct combat with Dagan's army, but chose to break up into parts and focus on guerrilla tactics.

At the same time, a large number of elites were dispatched to find ways to sneak into the border of Daqian, burn, kill and loot, so as to interfere with the logistical supplies of that large army and at the same time disturb its morale.

And such a tactic is extremely deadly and effective for farming-based Dagan.Just as the farmers were full of joy and preparing for the autumn harvest, the fields that had been busy for half a year were burned by the fire.

Such a blow is absolutely unbearable for ordinary farmers. Although Dagan's economy has gradually prospered, the vast majority of people still rely on farming to make ends meet. Without food, not only will they not be able to pay taxes, but they and their families will starve die.

As for the dry food, in general, it is still relatively tight. One of the key factors is that a few years ago, due to the influence of the Longjun, too many people were relocated, and all of them were consumed. borne by the government.

Not long after, the wise and mighty Emperor Chongming ordered the frontier army to launch a massacre war against the beasts and barbarians.

The soldiers and horses have not been moved, and the food and grass go first. Compared with its total population, the standing army of Daqian is not large, only a few million, but every soldier is a martial artist who practices martial arts, full of blood and appetite big.

In the case of a war, the consumption of warriors will increase sharply. These are the needs of sufficient food supply, and the supply of food and grass cannot keep up. Let alone the war, the hungry stomach is very hungry, and the cases of military mutiny are not uncommon.

Under such circumstances, the Northern Plains Beast Barbarians chose to burn the wheat fields and destroy the autumn harvest. The lethality was so great that it was hard to estimate, and even the legions who went out to fight had to retreat for this reason.

Dagan has a vast territory, and only a dozen counties adjacent to Beiyuan can be destroyed by the beast barbarians, which is enough to affect the entire Dagan.

"Patriarch Feng, if we could have come earlier, your steward wouldn't be like this! This is my fault."

In the village where wailing and crying came and went, the sky was completely white, and a cavalier stood in front of a young businessman with a sad expression on his face full of apology.

"I don't blame the general for this matter. If the general hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid these guys and I would have lost our lives long ago."

Feng Zichuan's words were very polite, but the rider in front of him, whose face was blackened by the scorching sun and with sharp eyes, was even more polite.

He had already received orders, and the person in front of him was a great personage. He had so much financial resources that he could even share the logistical pressure of the Northern Plains Army.

"This was originally my due duty, and this time it was my dereliction of duty."

The rider's face showed a look of shame, and the knights who followed them also turned their eyes to other places, not daring to look at the poor people in the village.

They belong to the Zhenbei Army guarding the frontier. Their existence is to prevent the barbarians from going south and looting their property. However, they have clearly claimed that they have defeated the main force of the barbarians, but there are still a large number of barbarians crossing the border and sneaking into the hinterland. , Burning and looting.

"The beast is brutal, the general doesn't need to blame himself too much."

Feng Zichuan had no choice but to continue to reassure him that he knew the reason for this war. He originally had the idea of ​​chasing profit, and wanted to exchange the goods he brought over for Beiyuan's unique specialties and open up a business route.

But before he reached his destination, he saw the cruelty of war, almost unprepared, and an old man who followed him was shot dead.

If it wasn't for a patrol that happened to arrive nearby last night, he might be in danger of his life. The group of beasts and savages carried out the policy of killing everything, burning everything and looting everything.

"Ah woo woo~ How can you live like this, all the food has been burned!"

Crying sounds came from all around, and suddenly there was a scream from a distance. It turned out to be a farmer who was about to hang himself, and was snatched from the hemp rope.

Seeing this scene, Feng Zichuan's heart twitched, feeling pity in his heart, he looked at the cavalry in front of him, stopped greeting him, but asked for some urgent information,

"May I ask the general, is there a lot of things like this place in Wuyang Prefecture?"

"If someone else asks, I won't say much, but since you are asking, I will tell you the truth. The plague of beasts and savages is not only in Yangwu Prefecture, it is also heard that there are beasts and barbarians in several neighboring states Haunted, this group of monsters has become extremely cunning now."

"Does the imperial court have arrangements for this?"

"I'll wait for these cruisers."

"Then can the people whose farmland is burned be compensated?"

"Don't dare to lie to Mr. Feng, the imperial court is under a lot of pressure now. In the fortress, the meals of my colleagues have been halved. Only when there are missions and battles, can I open my stomach and eat as much as I want."

"I understand."

Feng Zichuan took a deep breath. Looking at the village that was in grief and crying, he remembered the sage books he had read in the past ten years, and made a major decision.

……

"Father, what are you going to do!"

In the sky above Qianlongyuan, following behind his master, most of Feng Bingwen's attention fell on the heavenly book covered with a layer of golden light, which was originally shining brightly, but now it became even more dazzling.

And when Feng Bingwen opened the heavenly book and saw that it had already broken through the [-] mark, and that his good deeds were increasing rapidly at a speed he had never seen before, he couldn't help being a little stunned.

If he remembered correctly, when he entered the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he had already used up all the tens of thousands of meritorious deeds he had accumulated, but now it has only been a while, and the meritorious deeds have broken through six figures again.

Under normal circumstances, the good deeds he has now are at most twenty to thirty thousand, but now he has multiplied it unreasonably, and the root cause is his own father.

Charcoal in the snow, good deeds, three thousand (3000)

This is a newly surfaced record. Looking for this record, Feng Bingwen can even see a brief video, a whole box of charcoal, neatly arranged, being transported to a place surrounded by scorched earth. Among the county towns and villages.

And when he finished reading this record, more than a dozen more records appeared in the heavenly book, and the good deeds they added ranged from a few hundred to several thousand.

And through these good deeds that were refreshed rapidly in a very short period of time, Feng Bingwen can basically come to the conclusion that his father, who abandoned literature and went into business and pursued fame and fortune, seemed to be strongly stimulated.

From what he can see, he seems to use the wealth he has accumulated regardless of the cost to buy various livelihood resources and send them to one county after another that has been devastated by the war.

"..."

After figuring out the reason for his sudden surge of good deeds, Feng Bingwen couldn't help being silent for a while, and couldn't tell what his mood was.

If you are happy, you can't say it. If you are happy, there seems to be some problems in seniority.For a while, it was rather complicated.

What is it for him to lie down and accept good deeds?
Should it be said that he deserves to have a kind-hearted father?However, his father's ability to possess this wealth of grace is also inseparable from him.

But from all aspects of his behavior, it is more deadly, it depends on the emperor's heart.It doesn't matter if it's not big, as long as you have some brains, you shouldn't dare to move around.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you thinking?"

A voice of inquiry came from the side, Feng Bingwen looked at it, and immediately saw a familiar big face approaching him with concern.

"Did it hurt somewhere? I have one here..."

"I'm fine!"

Feng Bingwen shook his head, and standing in front of him, Zhao Junxian, who was chatting with a seemingly old-fashioned immortal, turned his head, first glanced at him, then was startled, and then turned around, looking up and down carefully with him.

"What's the matter? Master? Is there something wrong with me?"

Feng Bingwen was taken aback by such gazes.

"What's the matter with this merit on your body?"

Zhao Junxian's expression was a little subtle. In his eyes, his disciple was covered in a thin layer of golden light. Although the layer of golden light was as thin as paper, it could not change its essence.

Merit golden light!

How many cultivators have dreamed of something, but it appeared so inexplicably beside this disciple. This guy hasn't done anything recently, but he has been staring at it all the time. Where does he get the merit?

"Uh!"

Feng Bingwen didn't know how to answer for a moment, his master's eyes must have seen too much.

"It should be that the direct elders of this little friend have done some great good deeds. The merits and virtues added to the body, as a direct descendant, a share of the benefits."

　Tomorrow starts day [-]
　　
　
(End of this chapter)