The temperature slowly rises at the end of March. When the ice and snow completely melt, the wheat seedlings will be frozen to death due to the temperature difference when the ice and snow are completely melted. At that time, the best time for rice planting has been missed, so there must be no harvest.
So which deity has this world offended to the point of death?
There are too many troughs but no mouth, and Cheng Xi looks dull.
"When you talk about farming, do you plan to save the land in Shenjia Village?"
"My lady is smart."
Shenjia Village is no longer the original Shenjia Village.
After nearly six months of continuous hard work, the unity among the villagers has never been greater. If a clan develops well, it will be a big help. This is also the reason why families were valued in ancient times.
Now that the snowstorm is about to pass, everything is waiting to be done. If Shenjia Village can seize this opportunity, it can reach a higher level.
——Although the current Shenjia Village has already stood out within a hundred miles.
But who would think that their own home is good enough?
"Isn't it time for you to go to Uncle Six to discuss things again?"
"Well, I'll go after lunch."
"I advise you to do it tomorrow."
"Why?"
"We just sent away the bandits and beat the mob all night. Uncle Mantun is probably still in high spirits. If you want to run over and deliver the prophecy again, who can handle it?"
Please be a human being.
Chen Xingluo: "..."
The refugee riot at the gate of Lin'an Prefecture caused an uproar.
That night, the people in the city were trembling with fear as they listened to the cries of killing outside, and no one dared to sleep. It wasn't until the news came in the early morning that the fifth prince led troops to quell the riot, that everyone came back to life.
For a time, Fu Cheng's reputation spread far and wide, and he was almost praised to the sky.
As soon as the sky dawned, the common people walked out of their homes and looked in the direction of the city gate, trying to get a glimpse of what the fifth prince looked like. Little did they know that their prefect had been captured.
Fu Cheng was riding on horseback, holding a halberd and leading the way at the front, followed by groups of soldiers in armor with a mighty aura.
There was a low-key carriage with several people in the middle of the team. The north wind blew the curtains, and it was vaguely visible that an old man with gray hair was sitting inside.
Of course, this is nothing to mention to the people in the city.
They were looking at the heroic appearance of the fifth prince with admiration.
"Hiss—is this the fifth prince of the Holy Emperor?"
"Oh my god, so handsome!"
"So impressive!"
"The eyes are so sharp!"
"This is what a prince should be like, God bless me Dayan!"
When the procession stopped at the Yamen, only a few petty officials greeted them with trembling legs, and no one from the Zhou family showed up. Only then did the people discover the clues.
"Hey, where is Prefect Zhou?"
"Where is the handsome and elegant young master from the Zhou family? Why is he nowhere to be seen?"
"There's no reason not to show up for such a big occasion!"
"Is it possible that you overslept?"
"What are you thinking about? Who can sleep last night! I'm afraid they will be injured by the mob!"
The people are simple and have a single idea. Even if the speculation of "oversleeping" has appeared, no one would guess that Prefect Zhou has wolfish ambitions.
Fu Chengwei laughed invisibly and secretly sighed that Zhou Lesong was good at saving face.
If it weren't for the evidence and the teacher's personal testimony, he probably wouldn't believe it.
What a great Zhou Lesong, what a great Prime Minister Zhou!
"General, Prefect Zhou would like to see you."
"What do you want to see me for?"
"He said he was wronged."
"Right and wrong, I, the general, will make my own decision."
"He said that even if you are a prince, you have no right to interrogate a state."
"This general will not only try him, but also sentence him. Tell Zhou Lesong to stay in prison, otherwise I don't mind giving him a taste of torture."
The tall figure jumped off the horse.
"Send more people to look after everyone in the Zhou family, and the government officials have also been replaced."
"yes!"
Fu Cheng handed the reins of the horse to the deputy general, then turned around to pick up his mentor and get off.
The school lieutenant who came to inform them watched the two of them enter the gate of the government office. Thinking of the arrogant and domineering men, big and small, in the prison, he suddenly showed two rows of white teeth.
Hey, how long have you been? Those people still dare to yell. Wouldn't a dignified prince put people in jail without evidence?
What a no brainer!
Oh, by the way, there is also the eldest son of the Zhou family who wants to make him look good. I heard that he is still a member of the imperial family. This is good, but his future is probably ruined by his own father.
Knowing the temper of his own prince, the captain gloated and mourned for the Zhou family.
"Bai Yucheng, what are you doing standing here and having fun?"
Just after Song Zhi came back from escorting the bandits, he saw his friend laughing like a fool, which made his skin crawl.
"Why can't Silly Le speak? Didn't you go to Shenjia Village to protect Mr. Jiang? Why did you bring back so many refugees?"
"They're not refugees, they're bandits."
"Bandits? Impossible, how can they be bandits with their eyes so dull and droopy!"
The first master, the second master and Scarface: "..."
Song Zhi: "..."
The next day, Chen Xingluo left the house after dinner.
Cheng Xi watched him leave and stood in the farmyard and took a deep breath.
"The air is so fresh——"
After living in the apocalypse for four months, she almost forgot how to live a normal life.
Sure enough, the air in ancient times was good, and this was how people lived.
Without the howling zombies, Cheng Xi didn't have to force himself to practice his powers all day long, and he suddenly felt at ease.
This is a kind of psychological relaxation.
"Xingqi, what other ingredients are there in the cellar?"
After the snowstorm has passed, there is no need to store the food that was originally stored for the winter. It happens that the pickles in the space are almost eaten, so why not take this opportunity to make another batch.
Cheng Xi remembered Aunt Cuihua's skill in pickling pickles, and decided to go and learn from her experience after confirming the ingredients.
She and Shen Xingqi took inventory of the things in the cellar and found that they had not consumed much at all in the past few months.
——In fact, part of it was smuggled out of space by her.
"The radish can be pickled. I still have a lot of salt cubes at home."
The little girl has become a good hand in the kitchen and puts forward her own suggestions in an orderly manner.
"Do you want to continue to keep these cabbages?"
"No, let's make it spicy cabbage and sauerkraut."
"Yes, it can be used to make pickled fish!"
"..."
The pickled fish is the highlight, right?
Ever since Cheng Xi made 108 different ways of eating fish in the river, the little girl fell in love with the meat of fish and would eat it whenever she had the chance.
Poor fish, I'm afraid the river has been fished out.
But she hasn’t eaten fish for a long time.
"I remember there is a jar of sauerkraut in the kitchen. How about having sauerkraut fish for lunch?"
"Okay, okay, I'll help my sister-in-law!"
Cheng Xi noticed that the little girl was picking up radishes much faster and her eyes were bright.
How did such a beautiful and lovely girl become a foodie step by step...
Could it be that the way she leads people is wrong?
"Sister-in-law, can I learn martial arts from you in the future?"
