Jiangmen's direct daughter is busy farming

Chapter 20
But this time someone moved faster than him. Xiao Chenliang, whose face turned from cloudy to cloudy, was about to get angry at the visitor, but when he took a closer look, it turned out to be Long Wu who was beside Xiao Chenyu, and his arrogance immediately extinguished.Although he is Xiao Chenyu's cousin, only he knows best that in this world, he would rather mess with Yan Luo, the nine-level hell, than fight against Xiao Chenyu.

"Master wants to eat!" Long Wu took the chicken rice flower, threw four words to Jingyue and Xiao Chenliang, then turned and left with big strides.

Seeing Xiao Chenliang's daring anger but not daring to speak, Jingyue couldn't help but chuckle, a prince with a prominent position in the Tangtangxi Dynasty would be afraid of a prince's subordinates.To what extent is Xiao Chenyu overbearing or terrifying, so that Xiao Chenliang loses his temper and courage like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Sister Song, it's not that I'm afraid of Long Wu, it's because I don't have the same knowledge as him. Hehe, this plate is mine!" Xiao Chenliang took her Gangsheng away from Jingyue's hands cleverly. A good plate of chicken popcorn.

There weren't many fried chicken rice crackers, so Jingyue specially left a plate for Mr. Song, and a large plate for Mrs. Su, Mrs. Sun, Mrs. Xia and Mother Su who were chatting and embroidering together in the room.

Walking out of the kitchen covered in soot, Jingyue was about to go back to her room and change her clothes, when she saw Long Wu coming to her with three chickens in each hand: "Master, I want to continue eating!"

Jingyue was dumbfounded, did Xiao Chenyu plan to drive her to death from anger and exhaustion today?Can't this domineering man be a little humane!
On the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, Xiao Chenyu and Xiao Chenliang finally left the Song family's Xiaozhuangzi and set off for Beijing.

Jingyue has almost become the exclusive cook of the two brothers of the Xiao family these days. One follows her all day long, muttering to ask her to make delicious food, and the other directly tells her what to eat, and she is not satisfied. , but also let her redo.

Seeing his precious granddaughter working so hard, old man Song felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't take the initiative to drive away Xiao Chenliang and Xiao Chenyu.Although the matter of his second and third sons, as well as the crimes and disasters of the Song family, were all caused by members of the Xiao family, but after all, one is a king and the other is a minister. Even if the emperor wants his old life immediately, he will No second words.

During his life as a soldier, Mr. Song looked away from many things, but deep down he was worried and concerned about the people of the Xi Dynasty, and his loyalty and trust to the royal Xiao family made him focus on national affairs even though he was in this deserted mountain where no one cares about. .He also knew that the Song family could never be separated from the fate of Xi Chao and Xiao's family.

"Father, do you want to go back to the capital?" In the study, Song Zhanyuan asked Mr. Song solemnly.

"What do you think?" Mr. Song asked the other three sons the question.

Song Zhanming, who was the first to lose his composure, had a stern look on his face. He clenched his fists and said, "Of course I have to go back. Don't you take revenge on the second brother and third brother's family? Don't you take revenge on the thousands of soldiers who died in vain?" ? Didn’t the Song family take revenge for being framed?”

Song Zhanjie glared at Song Zhanming, and said, "Why are you so anxious! Of course you have to take revenge, but with your impatience, how can you take revenge? It's not like you don't know what kind of danger we will face after we return to Beijing!"

"Fourth brother is right. Those people in the capital will not make our Song family feel better! Everything else is easy to say, but Jingyue is the biggest problem. Now she is not just a child of our Song family, She may also be responsible for the lives of thousands of people. It's not like you don't know how many people in Xichao Kingdom will starve to death every year!" Song Zhanwei said sadly.

"Then leave Yue'er here, let's go back first!" Song Zhanming thought of an idea.

"No!" Song Zhanyuan directly refused, "There are not many people who can use the Song family secretly. Once Yue'er successfully grows food, it will definitely cause an uproar. If someone wants to hurt her, we may not have time to protect her. We can only put her in the I can rest assured that I will be protected by my side. Besides, the seeds need to be kept in a safe place, and this place is not suitable."

"I agree with what my elder brother said. Qianhuang Mountain is not the best place for planting, whether it is land or weather. The capital has four distinct seasons, and there are many fertile fields. You can also find reliable farming helpers. It is also more convenient for Yue'er to do things. " Song Zhanwei said seriously.

Song Zhanjie also nodded, and what he said was filled with unwillingness and hatred: "Yes, the capital must return, but after returning, we can no longer be as tolerant as before, no matter the queen or the concubine, we can't let them Hurt anyone in our Song family. The Song family has already lost their precious descendants and soldiers, so what else can't be done!"

Mr. Song looked at the grief-stricken sons, then thought about his son, grandson and daughter-in-law who died tragically, and then thought about the two big boxes of precious seeds, and his granddaughter Jingyue.He walked to the desk and began to write letters with a pen.

Jingyue, who had returned to her room, of course didn't know what happened in the study, and now her heart was only filled with the coming New Year.

Spreading out a piece of rice paper, Leng Yu ground it for her, picked up a small brush pen, and she began to write carefully stroke by stroke.

"Miss, what are you doing writing these things?" Lengshuang, who brought hot tea to Jingyue, happened to see Jingyue's writing.

"This is the New Year's purchase bill! There are still ten days before the Chinese New Year, of course we have to do New Year's goods at this time! We are far away from the town, so it is better to prepare the New Year's goods early!" Jingyue put down her pen, took a sip of hot tea, I thought about what else was left behind, and then continued to write.

Early the next morning, Jingyue, who was disguised as a man, took four maids, Zhong Bao, and Zhong Hai, and drove the family's carriage to Pingshan Town to buy new year's goods.

Before arriving at the market in the town, Jingyue, who was sitting in the carriage, could already hear the bustling noises on the road.No matter how poor the people are, they will go to the market to buy some new year goods during the Chinese New Year.After a year of hard work, it is only during the Chinese New Year that I am willing to buy some delicious food for the elderly and children at home, or add a piece of clothing.

"Brother Zhonghai, Brother Zhongbao, are you going to the town to buy new year's goods too?" A brisk and familiar voice came from a man beside the carriage.

Jingyue had an impression of this voice, it was Song Shitou from Songjia Village.She heard from Zhongbao that since the people in Songjia Village learned how to cook kang and make fish ball dumplings, their living conditions have improved a lot. Every time they come to deliver wine to Mr. Song, they will bring some extra dishes to the family.

Jingyue asked Zhongbao to be in charge of the sharing of fishball dumplings with Songjia Village, and also told him that if the business was not good, he would let old man Song buy a jar of wine as a sharing fee. People in Songjia Village decide for themselves.

Zhong Hai has lived in Qianhuang Mountain for more than ten years, and he has always had a good relationship with the people in Songjia Village, and he is very familiar with them.Seeing Shi Shi warmly greeted him, he accosted him and said, "Yes!"

Song Shitou saw that Zhonghai was not as active as he used to talk, and thought that there must be the owner of the small village in the carriage, so he said a little embarrassedly: "Well, I won't delay your New Year's shopping. people, I'll wait for them here."

(End of this chapter)