Jia Rong went upstairs to serve the first bowl of Yuanxiao. Although there were only three or five of them, the round Yuanxiao took up the entire bowl. When they arrived at the door, Grandma Rong took the bowl in her hand and passed it on all the way to the old lady Jia Mu.
Eating Yuanxiao on the Lantern Festival night represents tradition and good meaning.
Fortunately, on this night, except for those at home who really couldn't open the pot, there was no big difference in what other families, rich or noble, ate. Most of them are stuffed with black sesame, bean paste, etc.
Duan Lang, who is far away in Nan Province, is eating small glutinous rice balls the size of his little finger tonight. This kind of small glutinous rice balls has no filling inside and is delicious when paired with a spoonful of glutinous wine.
It's just that in the bowl in Duan Lang's hand at this moment, there are many small glutinous rice balls floating in the clear water. There are neither flavor-enhancing ingredients nor glutinous wine in it. Every time Duan Lang takes a sip, he has to take a big sip of clear soup. Otherwise, the tasteless dumplings will be hard to swallow.
"It's a good time in the first month, but it's hard for you to suffer in this remote place, little..."
Duan Lang waved his hand to stop and said: "In another forty or fifty days, the early rice seedlings in the south of the Yangtze River will be cultivated. Time waits for no one. Canals have been built in the fields of other wealthy land gentry, and the water supply in these cold and remote mountainous areas must be accelerated. If one more field is irrigated, one less villager will go hungry next year.”
Another person replied: "The rich have always occupied the rich land, and the poor have cultivated the poor land; the rich should have become richer, and the poor should have become poorer. The man in Shenjing City actually wanted to change the poor land into rich land, I'm afraid We just brought water to the poor land in the front, but the land in the back was taken away by the gentry. On the contrary, we did bad things with good intentions. How can we repay the cement money we owe in the future."
Duan Lang frowned and put down the bowl and said: "Whoever takes the land will pay back the money. The uncle has already calculated this. As long as they don't sell the land, the cement will be bought at a low price. As long as the price is paid If there is enough new land and there is water for irrigation, the food supply will inevitably increase."
The man added: "What kind of work is that uncle doing? He doesn't make any money, so he just sells the Tianwu cement half-free to the old farmers in the desolate land to build canals. I don't know if he is in any other wealthy family." How much money do you have to make? And we will also suffer."
Duan Lang glanced at him and said calmly: "If you don't want to stay here, you can go back to the county town. I don't force you to stay."
"The young one is just complaining about the grievances of the lord. No county magistrate has money pouring into his pocket. How long has the lord been here, his clothes are torn with big holes and he has no money to buy new clothes."
"How can you understand the uncle's ambition? If you could understand it, you would not be a petty official in Xuyi County. According to the uncle, this is called charity assistance. The local farmers are responsible for sending cement. As long as the canals are built, the poor land that used to have no access to water will become a good land for cultivating rice."
"Where did you come from, sir, so you can buy cement so cheaply?"
Hearing this, Duan Lang didn't take it seriously. It doesn't matter if you buy cement cheaply, as long as Xuyi County's land, grain, and tax revenue will increase significantly in the coming year, that uncle will also send you cement recipes and cement kiln construction methods.
With these two things, being a local official is like getting a heavenly sword.
Duan Lang's Heavenly Sword still needs hard work, but the sharp sword hanging above the head of Madam Bai of the Holy Sect is about to fall at any time.
"Isn't he worried at all?" Madam Bai looked at the bright full moon hanging high in the night sky when someone entered the courtyard of Ping'an Prefecture City.
"That man has always been very courageous." Li Xianmei replied.
"With a little trick, our Holy Cult's twenty-year efforts in Ping'an Prefecture have been in vain." Madam Bai has been famous for twenty years, but she looks like a thirty-something person, with cherry lips, starry eyes, and picturesque brows. The front of the body is slightly flat, but with the flowing strands of clothes, one can still see the slender waist and moving figure.
She laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "I quite want to meet him."
Li Xianmei seemed to remember some frightening experience, her body trembled suddenly, and she replied: "It's better not to see such a person."
Mrs. Bai turned slightly and turned back to look at Xianmei. He stretched out his slender hand and caressed Xianmei's face. Such firm skin, such a young and beautiful person.
"What are you afraid of?" Mrs. Bai stared at her closely and sighed softly as if she thought of something. Asked: "What is that girl doing now?"
"My sister has made several prayer lanterns herself, and she is setting them up behind her. I hope these sky lanterns can bring her thoughts back to the capital."
Mrs. Bai was stunned. This girl was really fascinated by that man.
He was not the only one who was fascinated by that person.
Brother Rong had just presented the Lantern Festival, but several pairs of eyes in the room couldn't help but glance outside. The old lady ate the Lantern Festival, and finally the wife, grandma, and the girl also ate to warm themselves up. The room became lively for a while, and it was time for the third watch of the night shift.
Jia Mu said: "It's strange that the road is getting cold."
The maids had already brought extra clothes and brought them. Mrs. Wang stood up and said with a smile: "Old lady, why not move to the kang in the warm pavilion. These two relatives are not outsiders. We just need to accompany them."
Jia Mu smiled and said, "Now that you say that, why don't we all move in? Wouldn't it be warm?"
Mrs. Wang said: "I'm afraid there won't be enough room to sit inside."
Jia Mu said: "Nowadays, we don't use these tables. We just use two or three of them together. Everyone sits together and squeezes in. It's intimate and warm."
Everyone got up, and the wives hurriedly removed the remaining seats, went into the Nuan Pavilion, merged three large tables, and put in fresh fruits and food. Jia Mu asked Xue and Li to sit upright, while she sat facing west. She asked Baoqin, Daiyu, and Xiangyun to sit closely to the left and right, and said to Baoyu, "Stay next to your wife."
So Mrs. Xing and Mrs. Wang had Baoyu among them. Baochai and other sisters are in the west. Going down one by one, there are Lou family with Jia Jun, You family and Li Wan with Jia Lan between them. Below them is Jia Rong's daughter-in-law Keqing.
Jia's mother then ordered Jia Lian to send back all the men and relatives in the family, but left Jia Rong alone. She only said: "Although these people are having fun, it is best if a pair of great-grandchildren are at the table. Rong'er can't do this." Yes. Ronger, sitting together with your wife, we are reunited."
The Nuan Pavilion is not big, and the room is crowded with people at this time. Only a few of the mother-in-law and maidservants were left to attend to the important matters, while the rest were all waiting outside. Uncle Rong had just walked in, and he didn't know whether he should go over and sit down.
He only saw that although the horizontal seat Keqing was sitting on was empty, Baochai was sitting next to him on the other side.
Too crowded.
Sitting in the front were Aunt Li and Aunt Xue. He could see that although Aunt Xue was chatting and laughing with the old lady, her eyes couldn't stop glancing at him.
Aunt Xue thought too much. No matter how bad she was, she couldn't possibly do anything to Baochai on such an occasion. The old lady, Mrs. Xing Wang, and so many aunts were present.
However, Li Wan, who was sitting next to Ke Qing, seemed to have a strange expression on his face.
"Rong'er, come in quickly. What are you still doing?" the old lady called.
Rong brother Fang Sansan squeezed in and found out that the seating arrangement in the Nuan Pavilion tonight was quite intriguing.
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