Farmer’s Blessed Girl

The two tried their best to walk back on a flat road. Four-fifths of the water was still there. The two were happy and hurriedly took the buckets and poured the water into the fields...

The two were carrying water all day, and Zhou Dalang used a rake to rake the field twice, so that the water and mud in the field were mixed together and evenly distributed.

Bai Shan came down with a bucket of water, and saw Man Bao standing with his feet in the field, washing his feet with the water that had just poured down, so he greeted her, "Come here, the water here is cleaner."

Man Bao immediately stepped forward and stood with his feet on a clump of grass in the field. Bai Shan tilted the wooden bucket slightly, and the water flowed down. Man Bao washed his feet and soiled trouser legs with the water.

Put it down after washing it, and then sit on the ridge to dry your feet.

After Mr. Wei finished planting a field, he came over covered in mud, and walked to the Zhou family's field, motioning Bai Shan to continue pouring water.

Bai Shan gave him a new bucket of water to clean his hands and feet.

"How much land do you have in your house?"

Wei Zhi sighed and said, "There are only these two in the Yongzhou area."

But his hometown also suffered from drought this year.

Seeing the sadness on his face, Man Bao comforted him and said, "Sir, my mother said that farmers want to eat in the sky, and droughts and floods are common occurrences, and for us, it's just a bit of a hard time. , I am afraid that he will not be flooded or dry for a long time, and the weather will be good for several years, but there will be no surplus food at home."

Wei Zhi was stunned for a while, and asked, "Why can't there be any surplus food for a few years?"

"If there is no natural disaster, it is naturally a man-made disaster." Seeing Wei Zhiyi, Man Bao quickly explained, "My man-made disaster doesn't specifically refer to the officialdom, it also counts the prodigal son of the family or someone who is sick. My mother said that the weather has been good for several years. If you can’t save food, it’s not as good as a little drought and a little waterlogging every year.”

"Why is this?" Wei Zhi was puzzled. "Even if you can't save food, it should be good weather."

Man Bao shook his head, "My mother said, the Lord is watching, the world is so big, you have good weather here, other places must be suffering from disasters, and good fortune should come around."

"The weather has been good for a few years, and I have enjoyed a lot of good fortune. There will be big disasters in the future," she said, "For example, in the year of the flood in Yizhou, our village had good weather in the first few years, but it suddenly rained that year. Now, with the addition of man-made disasters, the levee collapsed."

Wei Zhi thought about it carefully and found that it was true. The drought in Gyeonggi was only a few years ago, and that time was relatively serious, but because there was a lot of grain in the capital, and food was shipped from various places, it did not cause a major disaster. At most, the national treasury was a little poorer. , these officials are tired.

After the drought, the weather and rain in the Gyeonggi area have been smooth for two years. There was a snowstorm last winter and a drought in the spring this year. However, Qintianjian said that the situation was not very serious, and it should rain after a while.

Wei Zhi sighed, "Your mother is very insightful."

No wonder people like Zhou Man can be raised.

Man Bao nodded in agreement.

Bai Shan brought another bucket of water and called Man Bao, "Come and help me."

Man Bao stepped on the grass with bare feet and jumped over a few times to pour water for him to wash his hands and feet.

Wei Zhi looked at them, looked at them and asked, "It's been two days, why don't you see Lord Zhou and Lord Bai black?"

Man Bao said proudly: "We are very careful about sun protection. You see, we wear straw hats, and when the sun is shining during the day, we will cover our faces with gauze, leaving only one pair of eyes exposed."

Master Wei: "Aren't you bored?"

"It's a bit boring, but it won't be dark," Man Bao said. "Otherwise, when we return to the DPRK in half a month, we will be blackened into charcoal. How can we go to see His Majesty and your colleagues?"

Mr. Wei was puzzled, "Is there anything I can't see?"

Man Bao said: "Others are jade trees facing the wind, so naturally I have to be graceful, how can I be embarrassed?"

Mr. Wei didn't say anything, just smiled and said, "Okay, for half a month, no, we will meet at the imperial court twelve days later."

Absolute sun protection is impossible. The two of them are so reckless and love freedom. They lost the gauze within two days. When they really went to the field and planted rice seedlings, even the straw hats felt in the way. In the morning and afternoon, when the sun was not so bright, the two of them Just threw the straw hat away.

Then jubilantly fluttered in the field.

After planting the fields, they had to plant beans. They didn't feel the heat until they were not in the water. They put on their straw hats honestly, but they still felt the sun.

And it was too late to wear it back at this time, and the two of them got tanned.

Not to mention themselves, the old Zhoutou was also distressed, and while he was talking about letting them plant seeds quickly, he said: "We can do this kind of work ourselves, how good it is for you to be an official directly, and Please take a leave of absence..."

Man Bao straightened his waist, pounded his own waist and said, "Father, how many days are we going to plant?"

Old Zhoutou looked around and estimated, "We will finish planting in two days, and I don't know how your fifth brother and the others are doing."

Old Zhoutou gave Manbao two plots of land for his dowry. This one was planted by them, and the other one was planted by Wuwu Lang and a group of nephews who were also on farm leave.

Even Zhou Lixin (Da Ya) and Guan Yong came over and spent seven or eight days in the ground.

There was no way, because of the lack of water, the fields to be planted had to be watered, and the work that could have been completed in three or four days was extended to seven or eight days.

And now no matter whether it is a short-term worker or a long-term worker, it is not easy to recruit, and the kind of people who really can't find anyone with money.

I heard that Huangzhuang has recruited a large number of workers. Not only are they well paid, but the food is also good. Many people have gone there.

Then there are some powerful families who have to hire people to carry water because of this drought.

Otherwise, why did the emperor put the fields on leave earlier, and he also added three days, so that you can fight the drought.

Just after Manbao and the others had all planted, the Qin Tianjian kept saying that the coming rain was finally here. They were wearing straw hats.

It was still Zhou Dalang who felt hot, so he took off his straw hat and wiped a sweat. As a result, he felt the drizzle falling on his face. He froze for a moment and then shouted: "Dad, it's raining."

Lao Zhoutou, who was dropping his bean seeds step by step with his head lowered, was startled. He took off his hat, reached out to pick it up, and said happily, "It's really raining, hurry up, hurry up and plant the seeds."

Man Bao and the others were all refreshed and quickened their speed.

Wei Zhi, who came to inspect his seedlings, saw whether they were alive or dead, and rolled up his sleeves to help. After planting the last two ridges, they went home happily together. Man Bao also invited Mr. Wei, "You It’s too late to go back to the capital at this time, why don’t you take a night’s rest in my village?”

Wei Zhi smiled and agreed.

Went to Zhuangzi in Pu Village with Zhou Man.

The group sat on the ox cart and went back in the rain all the way, but they were very happy, especially since the spring rains tended to be more and more dense, Man Bao breathed a sigh of relief, "It's better to get two fingers wet."

"That depends on whether you can go down into the evening."

At this time, the emperor was also standing in the Taiji Hall watching the rain. Seeing that the rain was getting denser and denser, he became happy and told Gu Zhong with a big laugh, "Go, tell the queen, tonight I will If you want to eat the pot, ask the imperial kitchen to kill one more chicken."

Gu Zhong smiled.

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