The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Li Guangxiao is not stingy. The 3000 food cities granted to Jiang qianxia are more than 20 miles outside Kyoto.

Next to Chuang Tzu is the golden thread river. Dig a hole to lead up a stream. It is convenient for irrigation. The stream is surrounded under Chuang Tzu. It is still a geomantic land.

Accompanied by master Gaoquan, Jiang qianxia only took boundless and perilla with him. He took a carriage leisurely to Zhuangzi and was ready to live in Zhuangzi at night. Anyway, the other courtyard left by the former master was ready-made and there were servants. It was not inconvenient.

The carriage walked slowly on the flat official road. There were an endless stream of vendors carrying green vegetables and firewood to sell in Kyoto. Jiang qianxia leaned against the window, which was a novelty of going out for an outing.

After walking for a long time, I swayed to Chuang Tzu. From a distance, I could see a newly-built memorial archway with the brand of Jiang family. It was bright red and green, which was very conspicuous.

After living in two worlds, he had his own land for the first time. In Jiang qianxia's bones, the Han people's attachment and satisfaction for the land swept up. He couldn't help jumping out of the carriage and looked around curiously with the help of the delicate voice of Perilla.

Holding his skirt, he bowed by the stream and sprinkled a handful of water on the dry land nearby. Seeing a farmer leading cattle to plough in the field not far away, he went to ask about his Chuang Tzu.

Standing in the distance, running water, farmland, cattle and skilled and soothing farmers look like a picture, but when they come near, Jiang qianxia can't help frowning.

The land being turned over is very fragile, the soil viscosity is low, and there are hardening and desertification. Obviously, it has become barren due to years of cultivation. How much food can such land produce?

Jiang qianxia is not optimistic.

The farm cattle are still strong and should be distributed with your Majesty's reward, but the plow pulled behind the farm cattle frightened Jiang qianxia, for fear that it would fall apart in the blink of an eye.

The farmer's appearance made Jiang qianxia angry.

Numb eyes, yellow sunken cheeks, in the still chilly spring breeze, only a thin linen dress.

When the wind blows and the linen clothes stick to the body, you can see the valgus ribs. The two toes of the broken shoes are red and swollen. It's frostbite in winter. It hasn't disappeared yet.

Jiang qianxia stood on the field path for a long time. It was noon. It should be time for lunch and summer vacation. But Jiang qianxia didn't see any food baskets near the field, nor did he see any food delivery people coming.

"Uncle, look at the sweat on your head. You should have been busy all morning. Why don't you eat and have a rest?"

The farmer's body stiffened for a moment. He looked around and saw Jiang qianxia and his party dressed luxuriantly. Knowing that the visitor was extraordinary, he hesitated and bowed.

Seeing that he looked at himself dryly and didn't speak, Jiang qianxia smiled and repeated the question without any impatience. His gentle voice made the farmer's stiff body relax a little.

This relaxation was not good. The farmer only felt that he was top heavy, fell down and knocked his head on the stone picked up from the soil. There was an instant more hole in his head, and blood gurgled out.

Jiang qianxia, who was frightened, hurried to hold the wound on his head with Juan PA and shouted at perilla: "run faster and bring me the medicine box under the seat of the carriage!"

"Hey!" Perilla turned around and ran away. Boundless replaced Xiajiang qianxia and helped the farmer sit on the ridge.

Bring the medicine box. Jiang qianxia cleans the farmer's wound, puts on sterilized thread, sews him four stitches, carefully applies some wound medicine, covers the wound with gauze, and works together.

"It's a medical woman."

After some tossing, the farmer touched the wound on his forehead strangely, and the numbness on his face went eight points. Then he timidly hid from Jiang qianxia and whispered with guilt: "doctor, I don't have money to pay you..."

"It's all right. I didn't intend to ask you for money."

With a smile, Jiang qianxia frowned and said, "uncle, you are short of Qi and blood. You can't work without eating. It's noon. Where's your home? We'll take you back to eat and have a rest?"

Shaking his head, the farmer said plainly, "I have eaten a bowl of mush in the morning. My mother cooks porridge at night. If I don't eat at noon, I have to work."

"I know it's not easy for farmers, but they don't drink thin during the slack season and eat during the busy season. Now it's the busiest spring farming. Why is uncle's family so economical?"

After looking at Jiang qianxia with contempt, the farmer hesitated for a moment, and then quietly whispered, "when the farmers are busy, they eat and dry. When officials come, they eat and show them."

Jiang qianxia understood. She has read too much in the news in future generations. Where can she not understand.

In the court of Daqian, there are a group of tough people who are a headache for all dignitaries, that is, the censor in charge of picketing and impeaching all officials.

The censor's brain felt abnormal. They were keen to expose the dirty private affairs of dignitaries and took it as their personal wish to uphold justice for the majority of farmers.

If they see that the farmers also eat rare food when they are busy, these compassionate imperial governors will go to the farmers' house all day and scold the dignitaries for ignoring the life and death of the low farmers.

If, after impeaching the dignitary in the court, he feels that the emperor's punishment is lighter, the impeached censor will feel humiliated and ashamed of the people who trust him. Then he will either curse loudly in the street and hang himself on the street memorial archway.

Or he will die at the gate of the dignitaries' residence and exchange his life for the curse borne by the dignitaries.

In order to cope with these tough bones that can't be dealt with at all, the powerful simply use their brains on the farmers.

There are rewards for farmers who successfully deal with the imperial censor who came to visit secretly and win a good reputation for their owner. If you don't deal with it, you dare to complain

Once this method is popularized, Daqian will immediately become a paradise. Everyone looks good in face and the emperor is happy. How good?

The only farmers who suffer don't think there's anything bad. Anyway, the only thing they want is to have a meal. They can't die hungry. They don't have much other pursuit.

Gao Quan frowned slightly. As a close servant of the official family, he heard for the first time that he could fool like this. Doesn't he treat the official family as a fool?

"Old man, you are always relieved. The officials must be clear about these things." Jiang qianxia said with relief.

Not only is it clear that without the emperor's secret signal, even the surface calm could not be maintained, and the world would have been chaotic.

In the age of relying on heaven for food, without high-yield crops and scientific breeding, it is thankful that you can not die from hunger. How can you care whether low-level people eat dry or drink thin?

"Uncle, let's go. Follow me back to Chuang Tzu and I'll invite you to dinner."

Let boundless help the farmer to get up. Jiang qianxia patted the floating soil on his clothes and said with a smile, "I'm the villa master of this villa, but I'm rich. If you live, as long as you have strength, you're afraid you won't stutter?"

"Spring ploughing needs to work hard. If you don't have anything to eat, you can take everyone to Zhuangzi and return it when the autumn harvest has food. If the food is not enough, I'll find you some light money-making work during the slack season, and I can always make the day better."

"Take food from shangchuang Tzu? You're going to rob everyone of the old hen used to lay eggs. I don't dare to take any food. I'm so tired that I only blame my life!"

The farmer shook off the boundless support vigorously, and his arm holding the hoe swelled up. If he wasn't afraid of harming the whole family, he really wanted to kill the vicious woman with a hoe!