palm river mountain

Chapter 212 Youdao Mingjun
Duan Yi wanted to cry, but she was itching with hatred in her heart. She picked up a chicken leg and bit it hard.

Seeing her eating like this, Cui Zi slapped her hand holding the chopsticks, hesitating whether he should really go and find Uncle Min for another table.

He estimated the money in his private treasury, thinking that he would be able to support Duan Yiba for the rest of his life, so he breathed a sigh of relief silently.

"Someone should accumulate grain widely," Cui Zi said more seriously.

Duan Yi threw the chicken bone on the table, confused.

She thought for a while and frowned, "It's a good thing to accumulate grain, but after the autumn harvest, the common people have just received new grain, and the rest will be stockpiled for the winter. Green and yellow do not answer."

"If it's severed, then it's not food, it's their lives."

But it's not just a sad year. In the early spring, the stored food is almost enough to eat. There are no buds in the ground. If you want to squeeze a tree without leaves, you can only gnaw on the bark, which is the most prone to famine.

When the previous year's crops were not good, and there was too little surplus food after paying taxes, then they could sell their children and eat Guanyin soil.

Cui Zi knew that she had misunderstood her, and said cautiously, "Well, don't worry, the south of the Yangtze River is the avenue for grain production, and there are many granaries, so people don't need to snatch food from their mouths."

Duan Yi nodded, put down her chopsticks, she blinked, and when she mentioned something she was interested in, she suddenly became excited.

"When I was in Jiannan, I often followed Mr. Guan to find work everywhere, not just woodwork. Sometimes I also dug wells, dug canals, opened up wasteland and stocked terraces, and as for building bridges and roads, that was a common thing. .”

"Central Sichuan is based on the mulberry farm. There are often floods. Li Bing built the Dujiangyan and then added the Feishayan. The people on the plain, thank the emperor and the gods, but only the Li County Sheriff. People can eat in peace."

Duan Yi said, sighing endlessly.

"Then what is fighting for hegemony and unification of the martial arts has nothing to do with the majority of ordinary people. Whoever feeds them and clothes them is Youdao Mingjun. What year will the emperor be Chen Sanlang or Chen Wulang? Would you care?"

Cui Zi listened more seriously, thinking that when he followed Duan Yi to find the old ghost, many ordinary people along the way greeted her warmly and talked with her about the water conservancy, agriculture and mulberry. strangeness.

Hearing this now, I just understand why Duan Yi would rather wander than leave Shuzhong.

Her foundation is actually not in the army, but in the people.

Duan Yi, who wholeheartedly helps them to have enough food, is Youdao Mingjun in the hearts of common people in Sichuan.

If she was there, Gu Mingrui would be Gu Congrong's grandson, how could he successfully inherit Shuzhong?
Cui Zi thought even more, and suddenly felt relieved.

Duan Yi, who is so upright, cares about the common people, and can fight, even though she is still very weak now, as she said, no matter where she takes root, she can grow into a towering tree.

If the two loves last for a long time, how will they be in their turn?
He and Duan Yi will meet at the highest place.

Duan Yi ate very fast, and in a short while swept away the food in front of her. She felt the remaining amount of her belt and sighed for her foresight. It is you!Duan Yi!
If he hadn't loosened his belt before, he wouldn't be strangled into a gourd baby now!
The more she thought about it, the more complacent she became, she picked up the teacup, and looked at Cui Zigeng contentedly, "Why do you always look at me and sigh? There is a table in front of you, with dishes on it, and I'm sitting opposite you... "

"No matter how you look at it, it looks like worshiping the ancestors! The unfilial grandson hasn't earned much money this year, so he won't exchange pig's head for pig's feet..."

Cui Zi's face darkened even more.

"Well, the sun came in from the window just now, and it made someone's eyes dazzled, but he actually regarded you as the living Bodhisattva gilded with golden light!"

Cui Zi said even more speechlessly, what you said about You Daoming just now is clearly an illusion!
Duan Yi looked out the window, and cast a contemptuous glance at Cui Zigeng, "You are not dazzled, you are blind!"

Cui Zigeng looked at her wanton look, sighed softly, took out a handkerchief, and handed it to Duan Yi.

"Now that we've used it up, let's go down and take the Wupeng boat, row and paddle, and we'll arrive at Xiaozhu. Coming to Suzhou without taking a boat is like going to Jincheng without going to Dujiangyan."

Cui Zi even took out the silver, put it on the table, and took out a small brocade box, and put it next to the silver.

"Uncle Min's mother is from the middle of Sichuan. Although she came to the south of the Yangtze River with the merchant's family when she was young, she has never forgotten her homeland. Uncle Min's Min means Minjiang River."

"I brought her some things from the middle of Sichuan, which can be regarded as fulfilling her homesickness."

Duan Yi listened, and looked at Cui Zi with some surprise.

It's a thoughtful one!

Also, if you don't have a delicate mind, how can you deceive Duan Yi into smashing the Imperial Seal on her hand!

Thinking about it, Duan Yi took a step ahead, flipped towards the window, and landed straight on the ground.

She turned her head, flicked her hair, and beckoned to Cui Zi.

Cui Zi looked helpless, and also jumped down, landing next to Duan Yi.

"Why do you want to jump out of the window like a thief?"

"A bandit is also a thief. I'm getting used to being a queen in advance."

The two bickered, and soon boarded the black-covered boat, and as soon as they entered, Duan Yi's eyes lit up and she exclaimed.

Although the sparrow boat is small and well-equipped, it looks dark and inconspicuous on the outside, but it is magnificent inside, with books, tables, snacks, upholstered brocade quilts, and beside the cabin, there is a hanging A bamboo flute.

Cui Zi rowed the oars more leisurely, and the boat went down the river, crossing small arch bridges one after another, watching the fireworks of the old city.

Duan Yi picked up the bamboo flute and played it quietly.

Neither of them said a word, they just walked along the winding river to the Meixin Xiaozhu.

Duan Yi hung up the bamboo flute and was about to leave the cabin with a bow, but Cui Zigeng handed over a brocade bag, "It's not something valuable, it's a seal, I carved it myself, and I'll give it to you as a farewell gift."

Duan Yi was taken aback, but she didn't prepare anything for Cui Zi.

She thought about it, and took it anyway.

"When the inspiration loses its hair, I will save it up and entrust someone to give it to you. After all, it is not rude to come and go."

It was the hair of the iron-eating beast, she still wanted to keep it, poke it into a small iron-eating beast, and hang it on her waist!
It's just a pain in the ass.

Cui Zigeng's mouth twitched, feeling a little melancholy.

As soon as Duan Yi left, Lingji would also leave, and there would be no fluffy warm quilt from now on.

He thought, Duan Yi had jumped onto the shore first, and headed towards Mei Xin Xiaozhu.

Cui Zi didn't say anything more, and sent Duan Yi to the small yard that was sorted out for her. The red plums here are budding, and they will bloom in a few days. It’s the New Year’s Eve in the twelfth lunar month.

"Go and rest for a while, and I will take you out of the city tomorrow morning."

Cui Zi further said.

(End of this chapter)