The beginning of spring is a good time to plant trees.
As soon as Mu Qingyun came up with this idea, the strong laborers from the seven or eight villages near Houquan Mountain, as long as their fields could be spread out, all men, women, old and young came to the battle and came to Houquan Mountain to plant trees.
Eat two meals a day until you are full. Although it is just steamed buns of three-way noodles and rice with millet, beans and sweet potatoes, in today's world, it is very good to be full.
And each person also has a stack of vegetables to go with their meal.
Sometimes it’s soybean curd, sometimes it’s stir-fried bean sprouts. Stir-fried bean sprouts are stir-fried with meat oil and have a rich flavor, perfect with rice.
Old men and old ladies stopped gathering weeds near Zhuangzi and fetched water instead.
After all, many people say that the well outside Zhuangzi is connected to a fairy spring, and even Fairy Mu likes to drink it. The reason why the surrounding plants and trees are alive is because of the water.
In this case, drinking water is much more comfortable than eating those grass roots.
And this water is much more convenient to sell.
There are water sellers in the capital every morning and evening. This group of villagers live close to Zhuangzi, and their neighbors are familiar with each other. Outsiders have to worry about offending Fairy Mu when they come, but they are not afraid.
Carrying two or three buckets of water every day, it was easy to sell one bucket for a hundred cash. You could make a lot more money than digging grass and wild vegetables.
It suddenly became much quieter outside Zhuangzi.
Although the folks outside Zhuangzi would not bother Mu Qingyun before, but just thinking about it, there are many people digging sod outside, Mu Qingyun can't sleep.
If there is a poisonous weed outside, and someone else is poisoned to death, even if the other party dares not to cause trouble for her, it will be difficult for her conscience.
In the blink of an eye, all the saplings outside Zhuangzi were planted.
There is a proverb that goes, "If a tree moves a dead person, a living person will move." It can be seen that transplanting this fruit tree is not an easy task. Mu Qingyun went to the mall to check carefully and mixed some general nutrient solution.
The current results are excellent. All the fruit trees look healthy, sprouting new buds and branches, and are growing vigorously in this spring.
Mu Qingyun also breathed a sigh of relief.
Xia He also said a few days ago that many villagers treat the saplings they planted as much as they treat their own sons. They wish they could see them in their eyes every day and take them into their hearts. They don't feel as much pain for their daughters as they do for their daughters.
If the survival rate of fruit saplings is particularly low, it will hurt everyone’s enthusiasm.
Although Mu Qingyun didn't care about the reputation of her fairy family, and she guessed that if the fruit trees couldn't survive, the villagers would make excuses, such as - the fruit trees are mortal and cannot bear the blessings of this fairy family's blessed land, etc. But it is also inappropriate to damage the wallets of the villagers.
When spring comes and flowers bloom around the capital, the city will naturally be filled with fragrance.
There are also many flowers blooming in Houquan Mountain.
Mu Qingyun placed several pots of peonies outside his favorite pavilion, which were sent by the eldest princess. She held a flower-viewing banquet herself, and she wanted flowers in full bloom. The peonies placed were all of ordinary quality, but the peonies sent to Mu Qingyun were of ordinary quality. The ones here in Qingyun are full of flowers, and at first glance they are rare and famous products.
The floral fragrance is very light, but Mu Qingyun's senses are extremely sensitive, so this fragrance is just right.
Xia He came over to make tea and handed it over with a look of surprise on his face: "Little lady, do we really want the villagers to use the water from our well?"
Mu Qingyun: "That's a spring well. The water quality is very good. You can drink whatever you want. It doesn't matter. You just need to send people to maintain it well on weekdays. Don't let dead branches and leaves pollute the water quality."
Xia He's face suddenly showed a lot of pain.
She hadn't paid much attention to the well outside Zhuangzi before. There were many springs on Houquan Mountain. The well outside Zhuangzi had been built for more than ten years. In recent years, no one had taken care of it, and most of the well platform collapsed. The spring water mixes with the gurgling stream. Many people at the foot of the mountain have been drinking water from this well since a long time ago.
But since the young lady came to Roaring Spring Mountain, the spring water seems to have changed.
Early this morning, Widow Zhang from the village at the foot of the mountain came to Zhuangzi with chickens and ducks, and forced them into the gate, leaving the gatekeeper, Old Zhang, at a loss as to what to do.
Widow Zhang’s daughter has been ill for more than two months. The doctor has also seen a few of them, and she has taken a lot of good medicine. If Widow Zhang hadn’t been a man who knew how to work when he was alive and had a strong family background, she would have been seriously ill for only two months. After coming down, Widow Zhang and her mother would not be able to survive.
But it was almost too late. The doctors told her to eat something good, drink something good, and let nature take its course. But just yesterday, Widow Zhang gave her daughter some medicine boiled with spring water brought back from Longwang Well. She drank two doses of it in one day. After the first dose, I felt better immediately. I took the third dose this morning and can now get out of bed.
According to the latest news Xia He received, someone had seen Widow Zhang's daughter going out for a walk in the yard and eating.
The gossip about Widow Zhang's skinny girl eating a whole bowl of rice has been spread everywhere.
Xia He vividly described the story of Widow Zhang taking the spiritual spring to save her daughter: "This spiritual spring is so precious, how can it be taken for nothing?"
She always felt that just because the little lady came from heaven, she was a little unreasonable.
"It's a good thing that the little lady has a kind heart, but there is a saying that goes well, a small kindness nourishes a noble person, a great kindness nourishes an enemy. Even if the little lady wants to benefit the villagers, she can't let go so much."
Xia He is not opposed to letting the folks get some credit.
The young lady is young, and it seems that she won't go back to heaven for a while. It's a good thing to develop a good reputation for herself.
But she shouldn't be too generous. She said that the amount of spring water each person can carry every day is limited, and they can't get it in vain.
Just like this kind of tree that makes money to control food and drink, Lingquan water must have regulations.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
What Xia He said was really good. There was only one mistake. Spring water was spring water, and there was no magic pill added to it.
"I did forget something, Xia He. Later, you can find someone to make a stone tablet. The wording must be strict and tell everyone that the spring water at the entrance of my Zhuangzi cannot cure diseases. If you are sick, you must see a doctor. Anyone who says that the spring water can cure diseases will He is a liar and will not be punished severely if he makes money from it.”
Xia He: "..."
Mu Qingyun coaxed the little girls nicely for a while, then coaxed them to play by themselves.
"Let's all go, drink tea, chat, eat snacks, and do needlework. I'm not old enough yet to need you to rub my shoulders and legs all the time."
After sending away the little girls, Mu Qingyun began to write her script.
After much deliberation, Mu Qingyun chose Yu Qian Yu Taibao, a saint from the Ming Dynasty during the Taiping Period, as the prototype.
Just edit the various saucy actions of Zhu Qizhen, the God of War of the Ming Dynasty, the Mingbao Sect, the Son of Heaven, and the foreign student from Wala.
When Mu Qingyun first read this period of history, he had a headache for several days after studying it. He felt uncomfortable just thinking about it. I believe that as soon as the projection was released, the dignitaries of the capital and the common people of the capital would break through the defenses, and they would not have to worry about not making money. (End of chapter)
