The small fishing village has completely changed its appearance. It used to be some houses made of wooden planks, but now they are all made of gray bricks and gray tiles.
There are trees around the house and even a garden with some flowers and plants.
After all, Du Jinglun was a scholar, with an arty elegance engraved in his bones.
Neatly arranged in rows, in addition to the residential houses, the workshops have also been expanded. When it is time to finish work, the workers filed out, with smiles on their faces, and went back to their homes.
There are energetic patrols patrolling around the workshop to prevent anyone from running into the workshop to steal things. The most important thing is that the food cannot be soiled.
If something goes wrong with the customers' food, their workshop may be shut down.
This can be related to everyone's livelihood and happy life.
It didn't take long for smoke to rise from each house, and then adults called their children home for dinner, one after another, non-stop.
The children who had been playing together heard the adults' voices and all said goodbye and went back to their homes.
There is a smile on the child's face, innocent and without sadness.
For children, their lives are very good now, and their parents are able to feed them, instead of being hungry like before.
When they grow up, they can work in workshops to earn money and support their families. This seems to be possible for generations to come.
That is, the village chief plans to build a school for children to study.
Reading, what kind of book should I read? For children, reading is not as good as following the adults to go fishing in the sea.
As children of the sea, fishing is their occupation.
But the village chief said he was right, and the parents of the children were very happy. Reading and being able to read and write is a very proud thing.
No matter what, the children must be sent to school, and they must learn more or less two words.
The affluence of the small fishing village is well-known far and wide. Even the county magistrate came to have a look. He was very happy and said a few words on the spot.
Du Jinglun was also a scholar, and the two scholars started chatting like this. The county magistrate planned to report this matter, so it could be regarded as a merit.
When Du Jinglun heard that the county magistrate had such a plan, he persuaded him: "Sir, the common people feel that now is not the time. Let's talk about it when we can do better."
The county magistrate nodded. If the merit is great enough, he can leave this ghost place.
It's really difficult here.
For those who are officials, coming to a place like Lingnan is like exile, the kind that even the emperor cannot remember.
After finally being named on the gold medal list and becoming a nobleman, in the end, he will be buried here for the rest of his life and will not be able to enter the center of power. How can anyone be willing to accept it?
If this person named Fang can make Lingnan more prosperous and make the people live a better life, it will be a great achievement.
For those who serve as officials, if they educate the people and allow them to live in a house and have enough to eat, they are considered good officials.
The county magistrate was kind to Du Jinglun and asked Du Jinglun to come to him if he had anything to do. If it was something within his authority, he could help.
When the county magistrate left, he carried a lot of marine products in his hands. He asked Du Jinglun: "The Emperor's Qianqiu Festival is coming soon. We can send some marine products as tribute to the Emperor."
Du Jinglun just said: "I'm afraid Huang Huang may not like such a thing. If your Excellency needs it, we will pick the best one, wrap it up, and then you will send it to the palace?"
The county magistrate nodded immediately, "You're very good, um, can you bring me the recipe as well?"
"Okay, sir." Du Jinglun sent the county magistrate away, looked in the direction of the capital, and smiled.
This is the first Qianqiu Festival since the emperor ascended the throne. In the past, no one remembered the birthdays of the fifth princes.
In the past, his mother-in-law would prepare longevity noodles for him, and others didn't remember it at all.
Now that he is emperor, his birthday is known to the world, and various birthday gifts are sent from all over the world.
Before, he wanted someone to remember him instead of being ignored.
But really, how many people were looking at him now, but Mu Guangping found it boring.
If possible, he would like to eat longevity noodles made by his mother.
His mother is gone, and he hopes to eat longevity noodles made by his loved ones.
Therefore, Mu Guangping has been hinting that he wants to eat longevity noodles.
Ji Yunxiu's personal maid said to her: "Master, the emperor wants you to make longevity noodles."
His eyes are eager, like a dog begging for food, which makes people feel soft-hearted just looking at it.
Both pitiful and cute, they don't seem to have the majesty of an emperor.
The servants of Fengxi Palace were all used to the emperor being helpless in front of Ji Yunxiu. Ji Yunxiu was so angry that he turned around and left, and not long after, he came back on his own.
I have never seen the emperor treat the concubines in the harem like this, except Ji Yunxiu.
But the master just didn't have a good attitude towards the emperor, he was as cold as the moon in the sky, cold.
But the emperor didn't care. He was very happy to talk to him occasionally.
I have never seen anyone so humble.
The servants don't know what a licking dog is, but that doesn't stop them from thinking so.
Others advised the master to keep letting the emperor do this, and one day the emperor would be bored.
But Ji Yunxiu didn't take it seriously. He still went his own way and didn't care at all.
Ji Yunxiu raised his hand and took off the hairpin from his head, and said coldly: "There are many people who want to make longevity noodles for him. If I am the only one who wants to make longevity noodles, I won't do it."
If you don’t do it, what will you do?
Let her wash hands and make soup for Mu Guangping, one word at a time!
Killing her fiancé and asking her to cook for him is a beautiful idea!
After all, Mu Guangping still couldn't eat the longevity noodles he wanted to eat. He also had a cold face on the Qianqiu Festival, facing the birthday gifts sent from various places.
When it came to the song that the birthday gifts from Lingnan were all imported goods, everyone in the court laughed out loud. After all, Lingnan was the place of exile and the gifts were all stinky.
When Ji Yunxiu heard that it was the place of exile, his eyes flashed and he asked aloud: "What are you sending?"
Mu Guangping saw Ji Yunxiu's interest and immediately asked, "Let's see what the county magistrate said?"
Someone immediately read the contents of the memorial. Mu Guangping was in a good mood after listening to what the county magistrate reported.
"The county magistrate is good, and the businessman named Fang is also quite capable." Mu Guangping said.
Hearing the surname Fang, Ji Yunxiu's eyes flashed and she said to the emperor: "I rarely eat seafood. Please give me some."
"Okay, okay, send the sea goods to Fengxi Palace." The emperor waved his hand, and all the sea goods were sent over.
Ji Yunxiu returned to Fengxi Palace, looked at the recipes mixed with seafood, and compared them one by one with the seafood.
She smiled. If that Fang family was the Du family, they would be living a good life, which would make Ji Yunxiu's heart not so heavy.
"Let's make the first dish in the recipe." Ji Yunxiu said. Seeing that Ji Yunxiu was very interested in seafood, the palace officials immediately got busy.
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