In Lanyue Pavilion, on a winter afternoon, the hot springs and the sunshine are warm and cozy.
In the Lan Yue Pavilion, the beaded curtain was swaying slightly. The Queen Zhi Niang in the village wiped the sweat from her forehead and came out of the room, with a little excitement on her face: "Everyone who came here is a stranger. They look extraordinary." , Our little lady is young, and the village is full of old, weak, women and children. Our head of the family has told you that if the other party has bad intentions, you should hit the gong quickly and don't let anyone offend our little lady."
Xia He nodded in agreement with a smile, stuffed the purse filled with broken silver, and escorted her out the back door in person. Mu Qingyun looked through the window and couldn't help laughing when he saw Madam Wang walking in the wind.
Madam Wang was not so lively before.
Previously, when Butler Li and Mrs. Liu were there, the tenants in Zhuangzi lived in misery. When Mu Qingyun came to Zhuangzi and saw them, most of them were as skinny as firewood and numb on their faces.
For example, in Mrs. Wang's family, her father-in-law, mother-in-law, their husband and wife, and their four children all only have a tattered cotton-padded jacket that has been torn and patched for many years. In winter, only the husband who goes out to work can wear it when going out, and everyone else is indoors. Stay inside.
As a weaver, Mrs. Wang got up before dawn to weave. She had no clothes and could only wear straw. Her hands and feet were covered with frostbite due to the cold. However, she could not finish weaving and the whole family had no food or water.
For weaving a piece of cloth for the master's family, Mrs. Wang could get five cents. Even though five cents was not much, compared to other tenants, it was already a good life.
It stands to reason that if the tenants do not want to rent the land in the village, they can just leave. Butler Li and the others have done such evil, and the tenants will not be able to survive. They should not stay in the first place. However, Butler Li and Mrs. Liu are backed by the Hou Mansion and have great power. If a group of tenant farmers dared to resist them, they would not be able to survive at all.
After Mu Qingyun understood the situation, he remained silent for a long time.
She had been flipping through the scripts for a long time, and the scripts were all about the pain, resistance, revenge, and growth of the heroine, the step-wife of the Hou family.
There is not a single word here about what kind of life these ordinary people live at the bottom.
Also, in such an era, they are not actually human beings. In the eyes of scholar-bureaucrats, they and the real poor people are two different species.
Mu Qingyun suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
She had recently peeled off the cocoon and almost knew what kind of situation she was facing.
This world was once a toy in the hands of God. Now, it has temporarily gained freedom, but this freedom is in danger. Once 'she', it will be her Mu Qingyun's previous life or future life. This soul has lost hope and cannot live anymore. It collapses. Drop it, the game is over, reshuffle the cards, God will start a new game, and the survival and decline of mankind will once again become a prop to entertain the gods.
Therefore, whether it is a scholar-bureaucrat or a superior person, how different are they from these poor people?
These people can resist, and the change of dynasty is their resistance. Do humans resist gods? Of course there is. Mu Qingyun saw a lot of resistance following the dream. Human beings divided the gods and stole the blood of the gods. Unfortunately, the gods didn't care at all. At present, this resistance is not considered useless.
For God, it may only be a short period of time, but human beings have experienced countless births and deaths, and countless generations of people can live a normal life according to their own wishes, whether it is happiness and peace, or full of twists and turns.
Mu Qingyun didn't understand why she thought of so many things in an instant, but at this moment, she wanted to do what she could with her heart where she could.
The time she came to this script was still very short. Mu Qingyun didn't do much at all, and she didn't even let the tenants do less. In fact, she felt that after she came, the tenants did more.
Although it is winter, there are hot springs dotted all over the Houquan Mountain, so it is the right time to plant vegetables.
Zhuangzi itself has almost seven acres of vegetable land. Mu Qingyun planned it and set aside ten acres next to the hot spring for the tenants to develop.
Of course, after they cleared the land, they were allowed to grow it themselves. Mu Qingyun did not charge rent for five years, and she also collected vegetables at market prices, which saved the tenants the trouble of selling vegetables.
These vegetable fields that will be cultivated after the winter are still big cakes on paper, and a group of tenants do not take them seriously. However, after harvesting the vegetables, they can keep 60% of the original vegetable fields, and the remaining 40% is for Mu Qingyun and The servants in Zhuangzi eat only the vegetables that everyone has collected in their hands in the past few days, and they are willing to open vegetable plots for her for free.
Although there is not much land here, it is very fertile. In just these few days, they picked more than three hundred kilograms of vegetables from one acre of land.
In the middle of winter, for those wealthy families, food is more expensive than meat. Every family has to use a basket to put the copper coins they earn back. Madam Wang and her family have never seen so much money in their lives.
Not only that, Mu Qingyun distributed heating expenses and supplies to all the servants in Zhuangzi.
The servants were given a set of quilts, cotton robes, a bottle of mutton oil to prevent frostbite, and five hundred dollars to buy charcoal for fire. The tenants were also given a set of quilts, and the cotton robes were replaced with cotton jackets and trousers, paired with burlap. Made of sleeves, gloves, aprons, hats, and tall felt boots, everything is available.
The servants in Zhuangzi are provided with three meals a day, while the tenants are provided with two meals a day. While working, they can enjoy the meals cooked by Zhuangzi's large kitchen together.
Mu Qingyun is not short of money now. At least one of her daily dishes is a meat dish, and even vegetarian dishes are made with meat oil. If she is not worried that there is generally no oil and water in everyone's stomach, and suddenly eating too much oil will hurt the stomach, she really doesn't mind. Let your own people eat meat until they are full.
In just these few days, with plenty of oil and water, and a full stomach every time, the servants and tenants of the family have changed a lot. They look more lively and have strength. Unlike before, they all listened to what they said for a long time. As if he doesn't understand.
While he was talking, the emperor and the others arrived.
Mu Qingyun did not adhere to the current rule that female members of noble families were not allowed to see foreigners alone, nor did he pretend not to recognize the emperor. He naturally walked to the stone steps outside the door, his eyes fell on the emperor, and he saluted.
The emperor was shocked: "Fairy!"
Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "Your Majesty, the emperor has arrived here, and it should be a courtesy. However, I have recently felt God's will, and my destiny seems to have changed. Ordinary people may not be able to bear my destiny. For the emperor's safety, I will——"
"Where is the fairy?"
The emperor was even more panicked now.
What Fairy Mu meant was that she had probably awakened the destiny of a heavenly being, and it would be unlucky for a mortal to receive her gift!
The emperor understood it after thinking about it, and told his ministers that if he went to someone's house and saluted someone, the other person would be scared to death.
"The fairy is a superior immortal and also my savior. I have not yet thanked the superior immortal for his life-saving grace."
As he spoke, the emperor bowed his head deeply to the ground.
Mu Qingyun took a step away, with a bitter smile on his face, and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, you are the True Dragon Emperor. You must not be so polite. If Your Majesty doesn't mind, just call me Qingyun."
She paused, then added a hint of teasing, "If Your Majesty continues to be polite to me, I'm afraid the Marquis of Jinyi will lose control and jump out to bite me."
emperor:"……"
