Don't panic when fleeing the famine, the peasant girl is busy farming

Jiang Dongliang is a normal young man. He is sought after and admired by so many girls from rich families. It is a lie to say that he is not proud or tempted.

But at the same time he was extremely humbled.

Because he was born too low.

He is just a farm boy, the yellow mud on his legs has not been washed, and he has a father and mother who have committed serious crimes like Old Jiangtou and Mrs. Jiang.

No matter how tempted he was, he didn't dare to respond.

Until he met a young lady from a general's family.This little lady always loves and protects him, like a hen protects her chicks.

Jiang Dongliang gradually fell in love with this little lady.But he still feels inferior and dare not admit it.

The little lady's surname is Guan, and her name is Guan Zhenzhen. She is the ninth daughter of General Yingyang Guan Xiangyang.

Guan Xiangyang and his wife had nine daughters together, but no son.

The first eight daughters are all married, and the youngest one intends to stay at home and raise a new wife.

Guan Zhenzhen doesn't care whether Jiang Dongliang has low self-esteem or not, and likes her or not, as long as she likes him.

She made up her mind, tied Jiang Dongliang directly, and took her home to meet her parents.

Guan Xiangyang found out Jiang Dongliang's background, and learned that he had a little relationship with the current empress, and the relationship was not particularly bad, so he felt relieved, agreed to Guan Zhenzhen, and let Jiang Dongliang marry him.

Jiang Dongliang was quite happy in his heart, but in order to tease Guan Zhenzhen, he ran away on purpose.

he runs.

she chases.

He can't fly.

Every time Jiang Dongliang was snatched home by Guan Zhenzhen in front of the horse, he would yell, "Put me down, let me down" on the surface.

In fact, every time he murmured softly in his heart: "You must hold on to me, don't abandon me..."

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Jiang Erya calculated the time, and when she rushed back to the capital city, she would just be able to drink Jiang Dongliang and Guan Zhenzhen's wedding wine.

It's not easy for Jiang Dongliang's child. When the time comes, she will dress more formally and come to the Guanfu to be his "mother's family".

To prevent him from being bullied in the capital because of his son-in-law's name.

As for Old Ginger and Mrs. Jiang——

Let them live in Xinglin Village until the day they die of old age...

After a while, the carriage arrived at the door of the house.

There are not many servants in the family, there are only a dozen or so in total, led by Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Zhang, and knelt on the ground.

Although they were kneeling, their hearts were filled with joy.

Who would have imagined that after being sold as a servant and slave in a small landlord's house, the silly son-in-law of the landlord's family would suddenly become the current emperor, and the young lady of the family would also become the current empress?
In the past six months, the officials passing by Qingjiang County, no matter how big or small they were, would come to Xinglin Village on purpose to make a big gift to the courtyard of the Jiang family to show their respect for the empress.

The identity of the master's family has changed, and their identities have also risen with the tide.

When they go out now, they don't even need to introduce themselves, others will know that they are servants of the Empress's natal family.

Even the county magistrate would stop when he saw them, chatting with them about the weather and the harvest...

Jiang Erya yelled "Pingshen" and asked everyone to keep everything simple, so there was no need to salute at every turn.

This is in the village, not in the palace. According to the usual habits, it is enough to do the work that each should do.

Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Zhang responded, and took a group of servants to cook for Jiang Erya.

Jiang Erya looked at her 56 soldiers, waved her hand, and said, "Let's go back to our respective homes, have a good night with your family, and return to the team on time tomorrow."

The 56 soldiers cheered, disbanded on the spot, took their own burdens, and went home to show off.

As soon as Jiang Erniu entered the village, he went straight to the fields he was thinking about, walked around, and then came back full of satisfaction.

As he walked, the villagers followed him all the way.

Everyone is asking him, "Why do you want to go to the battlefield to fight while you are living a good life? You are the emperor's father-in-law, can't you lie down and enjoy the blessings?"

Jiang Erniu said in his heart: "I just want to find something meaningful to do, to prove the value of my existence."

However, he didn't say it because he felt that the villagers probably wouldn't understand.

Because in the past, when he was still Jiang Erniu in Xinglin Village, he couldn't understand it either.

Erya once said that human needs are hierarchical, from low to high, and are divided into five needs: physiological needs, safety needs, social needs, respect needs and self-actualization needs.

Ever since Erya of his family had an old fairy beside him, bought a field and became a landlord, later recognized his relatives, and he was named the heir of the Yong'an Houfu, and now, his family's silly star has become the emperor...

Every change of identity has changed his needs.

Now, there is only one need for "self-actualization" that has not been met.

Serving as a soldier on the battlefield, every time you "kill monsters and upgrade", you can achieve self-realization in stages, which is very meaningful.

Of course, farming and farming, planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, harvesting in autumn and storing in winter are also very meaningful...

When it was time to eat, Jiang Erniu returned to Jiang's house.

Seeing Lizheng's family next door, Jiang Erniu greeted him as usual and invited Lizheng to Jiang's house for dinner.

But Li Zheng refused to agree no matter what.

It wasn't until Jiang Erya sent someone to invite that Lizheng happily accepted.

Li was washing his hands and face, put on his best clothes, and combed his hair and beard before going to Jiang's house next door.

With that grand appearance, it seemed that he was not going to eat, but went to the podium to receive the award.

Rizheng's youngest son teases him.

He was not annoyed at all, and even stimulated his younger son with words.

"It's a great honor for me, an old farmer in the countryside and a humble village official, to be personally summoned by the empress and invited to dinner by the empress.

For me, this is to accept the award!

If you want to have such an opportunity, it is impossible in this life.

Unless you are admitted as a Gongshi and are qualified to take part in the palace examination, you will not be able to meet the current Holy Majesty.

If you become a high official, you may be invited by the Holy Majesty and the Empress to a palace banquet in the palace.

Do you think you can do it? "

Lizheng's youngest son felt that the difficulty seemed quite big.

After all, he is already in his 20s, and he is still just a talent...

Literati is light.

He secretly laughed when he found out that the silly son-in-law of the Jiang family next door was going to take the imperial examination.

Fools also have to take the imperial examination?Are the books so easy to read?Is the imperial examination so easy?
As a result, he was severely slapped in the face.

After studying hard for ten years, the day he was admitted as a scholar, he felt that he was so awesome.But the silly son-in-law of the Jiang family next door passed the No. 1 exam.

On the day he failed the exam, the silly son-in-law of the Jiang family next door got No. 1 again.

When he lost confidence in the imperial examination and wanted to give up taking it again, and just open a private school and become a teacher, the stupid son-in-law of the Jiang family next door suddenly became the emperor, and became a nine-year-old who he couldn't look up to even though his neck hurt. Five supreme.

Fortunately, he closed the door with his mouth and didn't laugh out loud.

Otherwise, the grass on his grave would be three feet high...