"People from Sui'an, take the order!"
Cheng Wanwan came to her senses only after the messenger reminded him, and she immediately accepted the order to express her gratitude.
A large number of people who were kneeling in the yard stood up with excitement. Although Dashan Niang was not promoted, Zhao Youjin was promoted. Zhao Youjin's surname was Zhao, and he was an authentic Dahe Villager. This was especially true of his village. Glory, I can show off for a long time when I go out.
"People from Sui'an, there is news from the capital that the Ministry of Revenue will send people to Dahe Village to study cotton cultivation in detail soon. If it is true as the people from Sui'an said, the imperial court will vigorously promote it." The messenger cupped his hands and said, "I'll wait for more. Go back and resume your life, I won’t stay any longer.”
Cheng Wanwan quickly asked Mrs. Qi to come out with the reward money. Each person gave five taels of silver. The two messengers were a little embarrassed to accept it. Every time they came to read an imperial edict, they would collect several taels of silver. The people of Sui'an gave them one after another. All their rewards combined were higher than their annual salary.
But if you don't charge money for such a big happy event, it will look like you look down on the people of Sui'an.
The two took the money, thanked them, and then left with the convoy.
County Magistrate Shen came over with a smile on his face: "Congratulations to the people of Sui'an, Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao. The Zhao family has a seventh-grade Jingyi guard. In the future, the Zhao family will not be a simple farmer. If the children go into official careers, , whether it’s the literary test or the martial arts test, it will be easier.”
When pursuing an official career these days, family background is very important, and it mainly depends on the family background on the paternal side. Even if it is just an empty seventh-grade Jingyi Guardian, it is much better than nothing.
Cheng Wanwan has also accepted this fact.
Although Zhao Youjin is dead, her nominal husband is the biological father of her four children. After his death, he was posthumously named, and their family can also benefit from it.
"There is smoke coming out of our Zhao family's ancestral grave!" Old Man Zhao's voice was choked with sobs. He walked over and carefully held the posthumous imperial edict, "Youjin, your death is not in vain. Even the emperor remembers you." Gong, I will give you a posthumous title, you can see it in the sky..."
Mrs. Zhao wiped away her tears: "Everyone is dead, what's the point of pursuing a seal? It's the eldest daughter-in-law's meritorious service, but in the end, a dead man was granted a seal... He was dead enough to die, and a seal is a seventh-grade one." , the eldest daughter-in-law was only at the ninth level in the beginning..."
"Why are you saying such things?" Satozheng stroked his beard, "We are all a family, no matter who is granted the title."
"Yes, yes, Jin has a wonderful future life. He died too early and his body was not found. Having this imperial edict can also make people feel more at ease."
"Brothers Dashan are lucky. My father is in the seventh grade and my mother is in the sixth grade. They are the only ones in Huzhou."
"..."
Old man Zhao sighed, took the imperial edict, and took the whole family to visit the grave of Zhao Youjin. He wanted to tell his eldest son who died young about this happy event.
The Zhao family has its own graveyard. The news that Zhao Youjin died in the battle came back the year before last. The grave is still new, but it is already overgrown with weeds.
As soon as they reached the place, Dashan knelt down with his brothers. Sanniu was far away in the capital, so naturally he was not there. The three sons kowtowed in front of the grave, each with tears in their eyes.
Old man Zhao and old lady Zhao were crying so hard that they were out of breath.
Zhao Youyin and Zhao Youcai grew up together with their eldest brother, so naturally they couldn't stop crying.
Mrs. Wen lowered his head and was silently sad. Mrs. Sun was also a little sad and sighed.
Only Cheng Wanwan didn't have too many emotions. She had never even met Zhao Youjin. The original memory had long been blurred. It was just a rough outline. She could not understand everyone's sadness and could only accompany her quietly. With everyone.
The two old men chatted in front of the grave, and the three children burned incense on paper. They stayed there for more than half an hour before they were done.
The big guys in the village were very happy, and they were all talking about what happened to Zhao Youjin during his lifetime. When Cheng Wanwan heard those things, the scene of the original owner and Zhao Youjin getting along appeared in Cheng Wanwan's mind, which made her speechless, so she made an excuse I felt unwell and went back to rest.
As soon as she left, the conversation in the village immediately turned to her.
"When Dashan Niang vowed to give You Jinshou her whole life, I thought she was lying. But now it seems that she is sincere."
"Isn't that right? After I came back from visiting Youjin's grave, I couldn't help but miss my man."
"After the Chinese New Year, Dashan Niang is only thirty-five years old. She is not old at all. How about we introduce a date to Dashan Niang so that she won't be so sad all the time."
"Look at what you said. Are there any men from all over the country who are worthy of Dashan Niang? If you can think of one, I'll write my name upside down."
"It seems that Dashan Niang is really going to be a widow for the rest of her life."
"Poor God."
"..."
While she was feeling sad for Cheng Wanwan, she was laughing loudly in the yard.
She was reading the letter she had just received, which was written by Zhao Sanniu. The boy's handwriting was almost the same as hers before, like a dog crawling. Others might not be able to recognize it, but she, her own mother, knew it right.
The letter mainly wrote interesting things about the military camp. He got up before dawn every morning to practice martial arts. After taking a short break at noon, he continued to practice martial arts. Although the days were boring, the people in the military camp were very interesting. For example, there was a young man who was fat and liked to fart all the time. Another example is that there is a little warrior who looks black and lurks in the black soil without being discovered...
After reading the letter, Cheng Wanwan still had some unfinished thoughts.
Then, she picked up the letters from Cheng Zhao and Shen Zheng and read them. Zhaoer was the one who talked about his studies in the Eight Classics. It was the same thing every time. There was nothing unusual about it. Xiao Zheng was complaining about being forced to read and write every day. Can't go out all day...
After reading the letter, she picked up her pen and started to reply, asking the children to study hard, pay attention to safety, and not to cause trouble...
With the joint preparations of the whole village, the family reunion dinner in Dahe Village was prepared early.
Generally speaking, the reunion dinner is held near evening, but because there are so many people and people have to drink, the time is set at noon.
Every household's table was set out, occupying the entire square. Adults, children and the elderly sat together, laughing endlessly. The cats and dogs in the village came to join in the fun, and from time to time they ate a piece of meat bone dropped on the ground.
"Dear fellow villagers, this is the first time that our village celebrates the New Year together. If there is anything that is not well prepared, everyone must understand!" Li Zheng stood on a chair, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and said loudly, "In the past year, because of everyone's cooperation and hard work, our Dahe Village has become the richest village in Ping'an County, oh no, it should be said that it has become the richest village in Huzhou... Everyone has new clothes. Wear, everyone has food to eat, isn’t this the good life we have been pursuing?”
"This year has ended successfully. Next year we must work harder to make the whole village live in brick houses so that all children can learn to read. Regardless of boys and girls, we must let them read and understand the truth. Okay, I won’t say any more nonsense. I’d like to offer this glass of wine to everyone, so you can do whatever you want!”
Li Zheng raised his head and drank a glass of wine. Everyone in the village stood up and clinked glasses to drink.
In such an atmosphere, Cheng Wanwan couldn't help but take a sip of wine.
This is the second Spring Festival in Dahe Village, entering the third year. At the age of thirty-five, she is living a good life, very happy, and very happy.
