Xiao Jiaojiao suffered from morning sickness and had many babies, and was pampered by Qing Leng'

Song Ming looked at Xie Yuan in confusion after hearing the old man's words: "Is he an errand in the county?"

"Well, my parents died early, and I stayed with my uncle and aunt when I was young..."

Xie Yuan explained to the Holy Emperor how he had worked as an aide in the Yamen for a period of time after being selected as a scholar.

"I see!"

Song Ming took a bite of the black pancake and couldn't help but frown. The pancake was very hard and slightly bitter. Although it was unpalatable, Song Ming still swallowed it.

"Old man, do you usually eat this?"

The old farmer chuckled and said, "Isn't this good?"

"This pancake should be made of wheat bran, right?" It was really irritating to the throat.

"I also added pickles."

Xie Yuan took the black flour pancake from Song Ming's hand and said while eating it: "Old man, why don't you add some white flour."

The old farmer laughed happily and said: "Master Zhuangyuan, what you said is wrong, this man! You must cherish your blessings and leave more ways for yourself. If you can eat white flour every day, your life will be shortened. Although this black flour pancake It’s not delicious, but it’s filling.”

Song Ming and the others were thoughtful. Although their words were rough, they made sense if you savored them carefully.

"If the food is left uneaten, it will go bad." Xie Yuan continued.

"There is a reason for food to go bad. Besides, if I keep some food at home, I will feel more at ease."

Song Ming heard this and took the opportunity to ask: "The old man has a lot of food stored at home."

"It won't be a problem to eat until autumn." The old farmer said proudly.

Song Ming looked at the old man in patchwork clothes and didn't realize that he still had some wealth.

"So, the harvest in the past two years should be good."

"It can't compare to Xiejia Village where Zhuangyuan Gong is located. The old man has heard that Zhuangyuan Gong has produced a kind of fertilizer. As long as it is applied to crops, the crops will have high yields. The old man is planning to go to Xiejia Village to find out!"

Song Ming and others did not expect that the news about the farmer's fertilizer had spread. He chatted with the old farmer for a few more words before leaving.

As they walked, Xie Yuan said to them: "Most of the eight villages in the ten miles have intermarriage. If something happens in each village, the other villages will know about it, so the good news about the wheat growth in our village has spread in every village. Before, I heard from the patriarch, grandpa, that there is an endless stream of people who come to our village to look at wheat and inquire about the situation..."

At the same time, Jiang Mingyue returned to Xiejia Village.

Some tribesmen at the entrance of the village saw a carriage approaching and stood up to look around. When they saw it was Jiang Mingyue, they were a little happy and a little surprised, and they came forward one after another.

"Daughter-in-law Xiaoyuan, why are you back today free?"

Jiang Mingyue helped Lai Hua get out of the carriage and looked at everyone with a smile: "Not only am I back, my husband is also back, but he will have to wait a while before he arrives."

"Xiao Yuan is not on duty today?" Third Uncle asked.

"I'm on duty, but word has spread that the wheat in our village is growing well. Some of my husband's friends have asked me about our village, so my husband took a day off and brought them over to have a look."

When Jiang Mingyue was talking to everyone, she vaguely felt a few eyes falling on her. She just pretended that she didn't know anything and asked, "I saw that there are people standing on the ridge. What's going on?"

"Forget it, there has been an endless stream of people coming to our village to look at the wheat in the past two days. Some people were so bad that they deliberately trampled a lot of wheat while we were not paying attention, which made everyone feel bad. After some discussion among the clan, I sent some people to guard the ground..."

While Jiang Mingyue was talking to everyone, Lai Hua looked around, and soon she discovered the traces of the secret guards.

She glanced a few more times at where they were hiding, and then looked away.

On a big tree, a small secret guard glanced at the copper hairpin on the old woman's head and hid it in the thick leaves.

After a while, Jiang Mingyue separated from everyone and led Lai Hua back home first.

On the official road, Song Ming was not in a hurry at all. He walked and stopped, checking the conditions in the fields from time to time and talking to the old farmers in the fields.

When he talks to others, Song Ren and others will go to the ground to take a look.

After half an hour of this, Song Ren saw that his father was a little tired, so he walked to him and said, "Dad, I'll carry you!"

Song Ming was stunned when he called him dad. He reacted for a while and then realized belatedly that his son was calling him. This voice was really down-to-earth.

"No, I can still leave."

"Raising children is to protect them from old age. Today, my eldest brother and the others are not here, so my father will let his son do his best."

"It's rare for a young master to have such filial piety, so I just agree!"

"I'm still lucky. My boy is carried on my back, so he can't even be called to him on weekdays."

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Jiang Shangshu and others spoke one after another, mainly because if they continued like this, they were really afraid that Song Ming would get tired.

Xie Yuan glanced at the man squatting in front of Song Ming. His brother-in-law really knew how to seize the opportunity.

Song Ming heard what everyone said and lay on his son's back.

"Thanks a lot!"

"It's my son's honor."

Song Ren was carrying one person on his back and his speed was a little slower. In order to accommodate him, several people slowed down a lot. Xie Yuan walked to Mr. Shen Ge and supported him.

He was the oldest among the group of people. Although he paid great attention to health on weekdays, he was probably tired after walking for so long.

Xie Yuan helped Mr. Shen Ge walk while talking to several people about the situation in eight villages in ten miles.

Song Ming lay on his son's shoulder, feeling somewhat emotional in his heart. Xiaowu was his youngest son, and his biological mother had that status. In addition, he was busy on weekdays and paid little attention to him.

In his impression, Xiao Wu's body had always been a bit thin, but today he realized that his shoulders were so broad, his back was so strong, and his steps were so steady.

As the lord of the world, he had been carried by many people, but this was the first time that his son carried him on his back, and he actually felt a little relieved and at ease in his heart.

"Tired?"

Although it was only three words, it was unusually gentle. Song Ren was so keen that he immediately noticed the change in his father's mood. He smiled and said: "My son once carried more than 100 kilograms of weight for a day, and he was not tired!"

"A weight of more than a hundred kilograms?" Song Ming was a little confused. How could he, a prince, carry a weight of more than a hundred kilograms?

"My son was often sick and weak when he was a child. My father was afraid that he would not be able to support his son, so he sent him to the West Camp for three years to train."

Song Ming tried his best to think back, well, it seems that this is really the case.

"In those three years, my son grew up a lot and gained a good body. Since then, my son rarely gets sick anymore."

Hearing the gratitude in Xiao Wu's words, Song Ming smiled and asked one more question.

"What kind of training do you do in the military camp on weekdays?"

"My son first trained with the soldiers, and he didn't understand anything at that time..."

Xie Yuan glanced at the father and son, who were chatting very harmoniously. He calmed down and seized the opportunity, and humbly asked Jiang Shangshu and others for advice.

At half time, Xie Yuan looked at the village in the distance, walked up to Song Ming and Song Ren and said, "Master, fifth young master, we are just ahead."

Song Ming heard this and patted his son on the shoulder.

"Put me down!"

Song Ren squatted down and carefully put his father down. The few people moved forward again, much faster than before, and soon they saw a green wheat field.