My whole family is punching cards in the farming article to survive

Chapter 451 Where to celebrate the New Year?

"You said you asked Chun Yuliang to help you write it?"

Of course, Dongfang Jing'an knew about the New Year's gift Mei Mei sent to Zhongzhou in the end, but he really didn't expect that Chun Yuliang wrote the calligraphy!

"Mr. Chunyu, can you agree?"

Dongfang Jing'an expressed doubts about Mei Pei's behavior of asking an upright old gentleman like Chun Yuliang to do such a thing.

"I didn't leave his signature. Is there any problem? Don't you all say that Mr. Chunyu is quite accomplished in calligraphy?"

Mei Bei wanted to write some words about turtle crawling for those people, but she was afraid that they would find it too ugly at first glance and would not want to continue reading.

Only good-looking words can make you have the patience to look at them twice.

As for the content, it looks almost the same.

"Promote narrowing."

Dongfang Jing'an couldn't help but chuckle, and was very curious about what kind of news would come back from Beijing.

However, Mei Bei was not worried at all. She reached out and grabbed Dongfang Jing'an's hand and said softly: "Don't worry, there will definitely be someone to scold you for what those people did."

This behavior of going back on one's word and changing orders from day to day in an attempt to brand Prince Changping as a traitor to the party again was spread intentionally by Mei Bei in the turmoil caused by Mei Bei's gift.

Originally, I heard that the clan members were scolded by the daughter-in-law of Prince Changping, and the people were still curious as to why.

The reason is that all the people who think a little bit about Prince Changping want to say "well done" at this moment!

"How can there be such a thing? Not long ago, people were said to be good, but now they are said to be bad?"

"Hey, you still don't allow others to make new discoveries?"

"In my opinion, the worst thing is over there..."

In a small village in the north of Zhongzhou, a group of old men were basking in the sun at the entrance of the village and chatting about recent events from the imperial capital.

At the end of the sentence, someone directly alluded to the Imperial Capital, which frightened a few old guys nearby and glared at him, telling him to calm down.

"Back then...ah, there wouldn't have been so many things in these years. There were all kinds of disasters. Maybe it was just a warning from God~"

The old man seemed a little dissatisfied. When he talked about this, he looked at others. The expressions on other people's faces were also incomprehensible.

It doesn't sound nice to say, but when I think about it, it sounds quite right.

"Maybe in a few years it will be fine."

Another old man looked toward the southeast. This year, their village had seen the imperial army moving in that direction several times.

It is said that there is a child of Prince Changping in that direction.

"I hope..."

The other old men couldn't help but sigh. Some of them looked at the old man who had been silent and just smoking a dry cigarette with his eyes squinted.

When the other party came back to his senses and saw everyone looking at him, he also curiously asked: "What are you looking at me for?"

"Village chief, what should we do with the young men from the village?"

"Let's just do it like that. There are vacant houses in the village for them to live in, and when the weather gets warmer, they can help farm the fields, okay?"

"But, those people...I heard they are from the north..."

Several old men looked worried and frightened, and they lowered their voices and said, "I heard that they have eaten people."

"What? Are you worried about him eating you?" The village chief chuckled and stuck the ashes in the pipe in his hand, "If you can have serious food, who are you eating?

Besides, if they stay here, we can help them with the work by giving them some food, okay? All the young men in the village have been taken away. Will we, old men like you and me, be able to finish planting the land for next year? Is it okay to wait for the autumn harvest to collect taxes...? "

Speaking of conscription, a group of old men suddenly fell silent. After a long while, a skinny old man wiped away his tears: "My grandson is only fifteen years old... What if..."

"Stop talking, my daughter-in-law just got pregnant and she was taken away without even knowing whether it was a boy or a girl."

Some old men in the crowd also felt uncomfortable. Smoke was rising from the village behind them, but no one had any intention of going back. "Actually, it's good that they are doing this. It can be regarded as retreating from the battlefield... If my children retreat like this in the future, even if they don't come back, I can accept living in other places."

I don't know who suddenly became envious of the homeless people who settled in their village like stray puppies.

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As the end of the year approaches, Mei Mei and Dongfang Jing'an each deal with official documents related to the matters in their hands.

The couple had planned to take care of everything before the 28th of the New Year, and then spend the New Year happily.

As a result, when I was twenty-five years old, I encountered a very difficult matter.

"Xiang Yi asked when we will return to Fucheng."

Meiberry and Dongfang Jing'an had originally planned to celebrate the New Year in Fengning, but a letter from Xiang Yi confused Meiberry.

Xiang Yi even said in her letter that her Junjun Mansion had been tidied up and thoroughly cleaned, and she was waiting for Mei Mei to come back with Dongfang Jing'an.

Although Xiang Yi and the others were all close to Prince Changping and recognized Dongfang Jing'an, Xiang Yi was very treacherous.

Early in the morning, I recognized some decisions made by Mei Mei and Dongfang Jing'an, that is, Dongfang Jing'an followed Mei Mei.

Therefore, he wrote specifically to Meiberry instead of Dongfang Jing'an.

Coincidentally, in addition to Xiang Yi having this idea, the county magistrate of Hanqian also wrote a letter.

It was said that Zhuangzi on the other side of Hanzhang had packed up early, and the hot spring courtyard on the mountain had also undergone new changes. He asked Dongfang Jing'an if he wanted to bring Meiberry over to relax.

Hey, people didn’t say they came here to celebrate the Chinese New Year, they just said they came here to relax.

Come here to relax at the end of that year, can you leave at the end of the year?

You’re all here, let’s celebrate the New Year~

When Yao Fei found out that Xiang Yi and Hanqian County Magistrate were poaching behind his back, Yao Fei was so angry that he jumped to his feet and cursed them as despicable!

Who wouldn't do this?

So, before Mei Mei and Dongfang Jing'an decided where to celebrate the New Year, Yao Fei also came over.

The Chinese New Year is about to come, and the villa where Meiberry and the others live is re-opening. Several wild red plums were dug from the mountain. Meiberry watched as all the flowers were harvested.

Meiberry was a little worried when she saw this, and asked: "Will this affect the flowering? What are you doing by moving the flowers from the mountains to the yard?"

The gardener received Yao Fei's advice before transplanting the red plums, and said: "Please rest assured, Junjun, the transplanting of the red plums will not affect the flowering, but the flowering period may be different from the past.

It is expected to bloom in my thirties. When the time comes, no matter whether it’s snowing or not, the red plum blossoms will be in full bloom. "

"is it?"

As soon as he heard that the red plum blossoms were about to bloom, Mei Berry's attention was indeed attracted: "I haven't seen the red plum blossoms here yet?"

"The red plums in Fengning are the most beautiful in Xianyao."

The gardener said with a inducing tone: "It would be a great thing if you can enjoy the plum blossoms during the banquet."

Meiberry looked inspired and asked, "Really~"

Dongfang Jing'an, who had been accompanying Mei Qiang to watch the transplanting of red plums in the garden, had already heard something about it. With a smile in his eyes, he looked at Mei Qian above him.

The next second, he heard her question. Dongfang Jing'an asked, probably holding back his anger:

"In that case, what should we do in Fucheng and Hanqiang?"

Mayberry: "..."

Oh, and there’s this!

　Mayberry: Come on, let's have a fight.

　　Xiang Yi:?

　　Yao Fei:?

　　Magistrate Hanqian: Wait, can you give me a name?

　　Who made and named the waste:? ? ? ? ?

　　(End of this chapter)