The poor man grows watermelon

Mu Feng was not in Wannian County recently, so he never knew that Su Ye and the others were building a bridge.

At this time, he was at Mu's Villa on the outskirts of the capital, looking at Yingying and Yanyan in the garden boredly.

Yan Xiaolu stood aside and said with a bitter face, "My lord, I want to go back to Wannian County."

Mu Feng raised his eyes, "I think so too."

The slender and tall figure involuntarily appeared in front of his eyes, every smile and smile were so real.

Mu Feng sighed, can't compare, can't compare!

Not far away came a few young men in brocade clothes, and the first time they saw Mu Feng, there was a stylized smile on their faces.

"Brother Mu, I said why I haven't seen you for a long time, but I'm hiding here to relax!"

Mu Feng responded with the same smile and raised his hand, "Brother Qin."

Several people took their seats, smirked at each other, flattered each other, and each said words that could almost be recited.

Mu Feng had a smile on his face, bored in his heart, and was thinking of finding an excuse to get out of the way, when he suddenly heard the son surnamed Qin say: "Brother Mu, I heard that a strange bridge is being built somewhere under your rule, but Is there something wrong?"

Mu Feng sat up straight when he heard the words, paused for a moment, and then responded calmly: "It's just a small thing made by the people, I didn't expect to alarm Brother Qin."

The son surnamed Qin had a bit of enthusiasm on his face, "Brother Mu is too modest, but I heard that the bridge is very novel, even today I have heard of it."

Mu Feng's thoughts turned, and he immediately thought of Su Ye.

With the relationship between Su Ye and Huo Da, if he did something new, it would not be surprising that he could be heard by Da Tian.

Sure enough, at the next moment, Fang Fang shook his head and sighed: "It's obviously under the rule of Brother Mu, I'm afraid this time the Huo family will take the credit again, it's not good, it's not good."

Although this person said "it's not good" on his lips, he actually didn't have much regret.

Mu Feng was not only not angry, but secretly happy in his heart.

He could take this opportunity to return to Wannian County as soon as possible.

Sure enough, the elders in the family also heard about this matter, and without waiting for Mu Feng to ask, they called him over and explained in detail.

Mu Feng then hurried back to Wannian County with Yan Xiaolu.

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The blue sky, white clouds, wheat fields, green fields, and a cyan stone bridge over the gurgling water are exactly like the scene in the painting, and every stroke is so beautiful and freehand.

Even though the villagers saw with their own eyes how the bluestones were piled up, they still couldn't believe it.

This curved thing...is it really a bridge?

When the wooden frame was removed, it did not collapse!

It's like, like it was drawn by the gods in the sky!

Looking at the "masterpiece" in front of her, Su Ye was very satisfied.

To celebrate, he specially asked Yu Feng to cut some bamboos and lit them by the river, making a "crackling" sound.

All adults and children from all over the world ran out and surrounded the river bank, talking loudly and meanly.

Looking at the crowded crowd, Hou An was as excited as a child, "It's really as lively as Chinese New Year!"

Su Qingzhu teased him, "Do you want to go up and take a walk?"

Hou An was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the curved bridge deck with awe on his face.

"Are you scared? Look at me!"

Su Qingzhu raised his chin and stepped on the bridge.

At that moment, everyone's gazes were focused on him, and the scorching gazes followed his footsteps inch by inch.

Su Qingzhu swaggered to the other side of the river like a luminous body.

"it is good!"

I don't know who started it, people cheered like after watching a wonderful performance.

Su Qingzhu wasn't embarrassed at all, taking advantage of the heat, he walked back happily.

Mu Feng rode on the horse, and saw this eye-catching pair at a glance.

Yan Xiaolu stared blankly at the bluestone bridge under his feet, and said blankly: "That, that is actually round!"

To be precise, arcs.

Mu Feng squinted his eyes, even he couldn't figure out how this thing was erected, and how it could be hung on the river steadily for people to walk on.

Village Chief Hou raised his voice and said: "Today, no matter men, women, old or young, anyone who dares to walk on this bridge can come here to win a lottery!"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd became even more excited, everyone pushed me and pushed you, but no one dared to go up.

Su Qingzhu bumped Hou An's shoulder carelessly, and said provocatively, "How about it, dare you?"

"Why, why don't you dare!" Hou An stiffened his neck, and although he spoke bluntly, his round eyes quietly looked at the bridge deck, and he couldn't move his feet no matter what.

"Cut, coward!" Su Qingzhu said mercilessly.

Being despised by his sweetheart, Hou An's heart curled up in pain.

He took a deep breath and was about to muster up the courage to walk on the bridge when suddenly a big warm hand appeared behind his neck, grabbed his collar and walked forward.

"Well, who is it? Let, let me down!" Hou An was struggling with his feet dangling in the air, his round face was bulging like a little frog.

A deep chuckle came from next to his ear, Hou An turned his head with difficulty, and saw the man's knife-like side face.

Su Qingzhu shouted from behind: "Brother Ping, you can do it!" The voice was full of smiles.

"Brother Ping?" Hou An somehow felt that this person looked familiar, but he had lost his mind to think because he was about to be strangled to death.

"Let go, let me go..."

Just before he "strangled to death", Shao Ping finally put him down and turned to grab his fleshy arm.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Hou An bent over and coughed, but his arm was clamped in an iron palm, and he was led to stumble forward.

By the time I regained my senses, I had already reached the other side of the river.

Eh?

Hou An was completely fooled.

"Little brother, that's not bad! Hahaha..." The guys shouted like booing.

"Go, go back." Shao Ping said, his tone was low, like the morning bell of a monastery, knocking straight into people's hearts.

Hou An stared, rubbed his neck, and subconsciously grabbed his sleeve, but unexpectedly only caught a cloud of air.

Shao Ping actually dropped his head and went back by himself!

Looking at the tall man's back, Hou An chased after him like a frightened rabbit.

Shao Ping obviously walked in no hurry, but his strides were extremely large. General Hou An chased him to the end of the bridge, and he had already got off the bridge on the other side.

Boss Hou greeted with a smile, "Brother Shao, come here to win the lottery."

On the wooden shelves, rice, flour, grain, oil and other items were placed one by one, as well as alive and kicking fish.

Shao Ping looked around, and without hesitation grabbed a clay pot with a big belly and a small mouth, with the word "Yu" engraved on it.

Boss Hou took the opportunity to say: "There are still nine bottles of Doubanjiang in Yujia Village, if you don't hurry up, it will be gone!"

As soon as the words came out, a young man on the other side threw the grass in his mouth to the ground and said loudly: "For my mother's favorite bean paste, I will fight!"

Then he ran up the bridge with a whoosh, rushed to the front of the wooden frame, picked up a pot, and ran back with a whoosh.

The young boy Yu Qing broke free from Granny Yu's hand and followed closely behind.

The crowd boiled again.

Yu Qing also chose pickles from Yujia Village, and the little guy deliberately made a bow in the direction of Su Ye.

Granny Yu looked at her grandson with tears in her eyes, and the worry in her eyes gradually turned into relief.

Afterwards, people climbed onto the bridge one after another. There were more and more people, and everyone became more and more courageous.

In the end, even Yu Douzi walked around the bridge under the leadership of Su Ya'er.

Xuewa was also carried back and forth by Yu Feng.

The two little guys personally picked the lottery in front of the wooden frame. Although it was only two small baskets of sour apricots, it was enough to make the little guys happy.

Hou An still hugged the wooden pile on the bridge abutment, his hands and feet were limp and his whole body was limp.

"Hahaha... I didn't expect you to be so timid, not even Ya'er!" Su Qingzhu looked at him and laughed hard.

Village head Hou looked at his son with shame.

Hou An's round face was wrinkled into a bun. For some reason, when he saw the high bridge deck, he became dizzy.

Su Qingzhu stepped onto the bridge while laughing, and walked up to him in two or three steps.

Hou An inexplicably felt a hint of danger, "What are you doing?"

Su Qingzhu grabbed his collar with a half-smile, trying to lift him up like Shao Ping, but failed.

Hou An broke free from under his hands, and said dissatisfiedly: "Look at you, how do you look like a twin?"

Su Qingzhu raised his eyebrows, loosened his muscles and bones, and lifted him onto his shoulders.

"You, you, are you crazy?" Hou An yelled out in fright.

With a wanton smile on Su Qingzhu's face, he strode the man onto the bridge.

It would be fine if he just carried the man over, but he threw the man in the middle of the bridge and walked away.

There were many people in the crowd who knew the identities of his twin sons, and they made a fuss one by one.

Mu Feng was still watching with a smile at first, but when Su Qingzhu picked up the round-faced man, his smile suddenly disappeared.

"Hehe, little brother Qingzhu is really funny!" Yan Xiaolu smiled silly.

Mu Feng glanced at him coldly, raised his hand to take off the bamboo hat on his head, and walked out from behind the tree.

As if telepathic, one moment ago, Su Qingzhu was still laughing at Hou An with his arms folded, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly locked on him.

"Master County Magistrate?!" The voice was extremely pleasantly surprised.

The slightly frowned brows unfolded in an instant, and the good-looking eyebrows were stained with a smile. Mu Feng nodded slightly at him, without blaming Xiao Shuang'er for calling out his identity.

Yan Xiaolu puffed up his face in dissatisfaction—you told me not to tell me for a while, but you admitted it yourself.

For Mu Feng's arrival, the common people were filled with fear and fear.

You know, for these people who have never stepped out of this yellow land for generations, the name of the county magistrate is better than the emperor, and how many people will never have the chance to see them in their lifetime.

"Meet the magistrate!"

"Meet the magistrate!"

A large group of men, women and children fell to their knees on both sides of the river bank in an instant, with their heads stuck together, with excited expressions on their faces, the kind that wanted to look up but didn't dare.

Yu Feng and Su Ye hurried over and bowed to Mu Feng, "I've seen you, sir."

Mu Feng smiled and nodded.

Su Qingzhu looked at Mu Feng blankly, "Do you still have to kowtow?"

Mu Feng smiled deeper, "No need."

Then he raised his voice and said: "I came here today just to see the bridge you built, folks, there is no need to be formal."

Yan Xiaolu jumped out from behind the tree and shouted: "Everyone, get up quickly, don't make things difficult for adults."

The people stood up hesitantly.

Mu Feng looked at the arch bridge, and curled the corners of his mouth, "I heard that a magical bridge was built here when I was in the capital, and I guess it was Brother Su's idea."

Su Ye said modestly: "I just said a few words, which were all added up by everyone."

Mu Feng smiled, "Can you name it?"

Su Ye was taken aback, did he even have a name?

Su Qingzhu said quickly: "Otherwise, the county magistrate will help one!"

Mu Feng smiled and waved his hands, "Since it was Brother Su's idea, the name should naturally come from him."

Su Ye said, "If your lord is willing to give you a name, it will be the honor of the folks."

Village Chief Hou nodded hurriedly, "Yes, that's it!"

"Being respectful is worse than obeying fate." Mu Feng smiled, staring at the green hills in the distance with a pair of star eyes, and asked in a questioning tone, "How about calling it 'Maple Leaf Bridge'?"

Before everyone could get over it, Village Chief Hou called out Hao, "I heard from my father that the source of this river is in Maple Leaf Mountain, and there are maple trees all over the mountains and plains. This name is very good, very good. !"

Mu Feng looked at Su Ye, then at Yu Feng, but smiled and said nothing.

Maple Leaf Bridge, Fengye Bridge, Su Ye smiled and accepted Mu Feng's kindness.

From this day on, the Yuan Dynasty had the first stone arch bridge in history.

The nameless river in the south of Wannian County has been flowing for many years, and because of this bridge, it officially has a name - Maple Leaf River.

Surrounded by everyone, the county magistrate came to Xiaozhu Village as a guest.

Su Qingzhu happily followed him like a little boy.

Hou An was still squatting pitifully on the famous No. [-] Bridge in the World, with a puckered face, not daring to come down.