"Marry a beggar as a beggar, marry an old man as a beggar, and your daughter is Gu Lang's wife. Husband and wife are one, sharing weal and woe. He can endure hardships, so why can't my daughter?"
"As for the child, Ping An is getting older. It will take a few years for Gu Lang to come back. By then, how can the child not know his biological father?"
"Mom, stop trying to persuade me. When the weather gets warmer, my daughter will take Ping An to find her father. We, as a family, have to stay together."
Perhaps others can accept the pain of a couple separated for several years.
But she can't. She will accompany him no matter if he is out on the road or going up mountains of swords and seas of fire.
"Girl, you..."
Seeing that Mrs. Yan refused to listen, she said nothing and just held her hand and said.
"Now that you have made up your mind, mother... will not persuade you anymore."
"My mother will take care of the shop at home, so don't worry."
Anyway, she and her husband are already an old couple, and it doesn't matter whether they see each other or not.
As for my daughter, who is young, it is really embarrassing to be separated from the two places for a long time.
Fengtian Temple.
During the New Year, ministers all need to write a memorial to the emperor to wish him a happy new year and explain their work plans for the coming year.
Lao Zhu looked through all the invitation cards and finally found Gu Chen's.
When I opened it, it was just a formal New Year's greetings article.
He was a little disappointed, and he didn't know what he was missing.
"Didn't you say that after being imprisoned for three months, your brain was no longer functioning properly? It's been several months, why haven't you recovered?"
Just give us the things, and we can transfer you back as a matter of course, right?
But if he didn't say it, this guy didn't know what he was thinking.
Back at Kunning Palace, Queen Ma was leading the palace servants to quickly make clothes, shoes and socks. Although the fabric was not good, it might just be enough to keep warm.
"Sister, you want to donate clothes again?"
Queen Ma is kind and generous, and collects many old cloths every year.
They took their concubines and maids to sew them and then donated them to the poor people.
"Yes." Queen Ma smiled and said, "I heard from the boss that Gu Chen's wife is going to Zhuanglang. I heard that the people there are living a very bad life."
"No, there is still some time before she sets off, so I will lead some people to make some, and then ask her to take them over and give them to the people."
Although it was already summer by the time she arrived, it wasn't like she couldn't put away her clothes.
When next winter comes, everyone will be able to dress warmly.
If you dress warmly, you will be less likely to get sick, and you will be able to endure winter more easily.
"Sister, you are so kind." Lao Zhu said sincerely: "The officials hate us in their hearts and are afraid on the surface, but the officials and the people treat you with genuine respect from the bottom of their hearts. Woolen cloth."
To be honest, even though he is an emperor, he is not as respected and liked as a queen.
"What, you don't accept it?"
"I accept it. Why don't you accept it? We just sigh."
Anyway, husband and wife are one, and if you respect your sister, you also respect yourself, right?
Empress Ma knew what her husband was thinking. He was thinking that he was the emperor and he did good things, so why didn't everyone understand him.
She originally wanted to tell him that if she were a minister, she would watch him give his children a lot of salary, but he would be picky and picky about his ministers.
From time to time, I was in fear of my life.
Then, I will not understand him, and I will be afraid and stay away from him.
But when the words came to her lips, they still didn't come out, and it wasn't like she hadn't said them before.
But Your Majesty, how can you listen?
Fortunately, it's still early, take your time, there will always be a way for His Majesty to figure it out.
After eight months of hard work, the terraces in Ganquan Village gradually took on a new look.
Although it is somewhat impossible to reach the scale of modern times.
But at least, it's much better than before.
"As long as the field ridges are reinforced and the drainage channels are repaired, the terraces can be put into use. But I don't know how to distribute them to the people?"
The terraced fields in Ganquan Village total 800 acres.
This is the result of everyone working day and night. Even the prefect of Pingliang sent people to help.
"It is divided according to head, six acres per person, no matter men, women, old or young, they all get this much."
"Let everyone take care of the rest together."
"In terms of taxes, the excess will be refunded and the supplement will be reduced. The refund will be divided equally, and the supplement will be paid for by everyone together."
"Master Wen, when you get back, get the land deed and give it to the big guy."
If the land deeds were not issued, he was afraid that the people would not be able to protect these things.
After all, no one can guarantee that he will always be the magistrate of Zhuanglang County.
He can't guarantee that the next official will be an upright official.
Look at this neat and beautiful terrace model.
Gu Chen smiled and said, "When spring comes next year, it will be a different scene here."
Everyone nodded repeatedly and insisted on Gu Chen writing a poem to explain what the scene was like.
Seeing how enthusiastic everyone was, Gu Chen couldn't refuse, so he had to use Yang Shen's poem.
"The high fields are like stairs, and the flat fields are like a chess game. An egret suddenly flies in and breaks the green needles of the rice seedlings. How about that?"
Sorry, Mr. Yang, please write another poem when the time comes.
"good!"
This poem is not difficult to understand. Everyone understands it and begins to pray for the coming spring.
In May, Su Wanying took her child to Zhuanglang County.
Gu Chen was still in the field at that time, following Liao Yongzhong and others with the hoe.
When he heard that his wife was coming, he quickly threw away his hoe and ran to the county government office.
Why is this girl really here?
Is it that the blessings of the capital are not easy to enjoy, or is it that the blessings are enough and you have to come here to taste the hardships?
Su Wanying was dressed in a light blue dress, with only a silver hairpin in her hair and nothing else, which was very different from her exquisite appearance in Beijing.
The fat white baby in pink clothes in her arms is eating her fingers, her eyes are rolling, and she looks even more adorable.
"What? Don't you recognize me?"
Su Wanying gave him an angry look. Seeing that his clothes were made of coarse linen and his skin was rough, her eyes turned red and she sounded a little distressed.
"Why are you so thin?"
She knew life in this place was difficult, but she didn't expect it to be so difficult.
The dignified county magistrates and officials were also local officials, but they still had to work in the fields themselves.
"I'm not thin, I'm getting stronger. I can now use Liao Hou's spear."
After saying that, Gu Chen slowly stepped forward and squatted down to look at his confused daughter.
"Girl, call me daddy?"
Gu Shuning, who was one year and one month old, blinked and looked at him for a while before burying his little head in his mother's arms, obviously not recognizing him.
"This child is pregnant." Su Wanying explained with a smile: "My father wants to hold her, but she refuses. It will be fine after a few days when we get used to it."
The little girl lay buried in her mother's arms for a while, then turned her head and revealed one eye, looking at him curiously, which made Gu Chen's heart melt.
"It's good to accept birth, but no child can be abducted by a kidnapper."
Like yourself.
His mother said that when he was a child, he was a child, and the traffickers couldn't coax him away even with lollipops and toys.
"By the way, wife." At this time, Gu Chen suddenly remembered something and raised his head and said, "I was demoted here. Is my father-in-law okay in the county government?"
You weren't ostracized, were you?
"Very good." Su Wanying smiled and said, "My Su family made contributions to the court in the early years. Even without you, the county magistrate would still be polite."
However, in the past, when there was a censor as a son-in-law, this politeness became 70% or 80%.
Now, it's just three points back.
Her father has a good attitude and doesn't care about anything. What's more, the officialdom itself has its ups and downs. Who among the officials in the past and present has not been demoted several times?
If it doesn't go through several twists and turns, can it still be called officialdom?
"That's good."
Gu Chen felt relieved and began to tease his daughter wholeheartedly.
After a while, the little girl finally managed to give him a straight face.
He tried to reach out and hug his daughter. The little girl turned her head and looked at her mother. Seeing that her mother had no objection, she opened her hand to Gu Chen.
At this point, Gu Chen finally hugged the girl he missed every day.
Su Wanying then talked about the things outside: "The clothes and shoes in the two carts were made by the Queen and asked me to bring them here."
"My husband will look at the distribution. If it is not enough, then distribute it to the poorest people. I also brought a cart full of mulberry saplings."
"Mulberry trees are also very drought tolerant and not flood tolerant. They are quite suitable to be planted on your terraced fields. It is also a good story that men farm the land and women raise silkworms and mulberry trees."
"Ms. sir, what do you say?"
