Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1178 It's really sweet (one more)
When in front of the line of sight, on the road leading to Qingshui Town, a boat appeared.

Everyone's discussion stopped, and each of them stretched their necks and looked over there.

Because, Li was rowing the boat of Yang Ruoqing's family, and went to the town to pick up the disaster relief officials in person.

After a long distance, everyone still couldn't see who was coming.

He could only vaguely see a white figure standing on the head of the bed.

However, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were different from ordinary people, both of them could clearly see who was coming.

"Is it a coincidence or what? Why does the official who came to help the disaster look like Mu Zichuan?" Luo Fengtang asked in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's not unusual for him. Now that he has won the exam, I heard that he is also appreciated by the officials in the capital."

"In addition, he is a native of our country, familiar with the terrain and local customs, so it is not uncommon for him to assist in disaster relief."

Yang Ruoqing said lightly.

Luo Fengtang nodded, and then showed sincere joy.

"Since he came back to help the disaster, then I don't have to worry about it, he will definitely do his best." He said.

Yang Ruoqing hooked her lips.

While the two were talking in low voices, the boat was already approaching.

The welcoming team boiled up again.

I only heard Lao Yangtou and Wang Hongquan shouting in surprise: "Isn't that Zi Chuan from Lao Mu's family? Why did he come back by this boat?"

"Haha, why don't you ask, he is the official who came to help us with disaster relief!"

"But, I never heard that the emperor named him an official?"

"Even if he's not an official, he still has the title of Juren, so it's not guaranteed to come here to assist in disaster relief!"

"Oh, if that's the case, then we are really saved this time!"

"Even if the Mu family kid doesn't love us, he must love his mother, right? His own house was flooded..."

"Don't even talk about it, the boat has stopped, let's hurry over to pick up people..."

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang also followed the crowd to the side of the road, standing on the unsubmerged ground, waiting and watching quietly.

Seeing that Li Zheng respectfully invited Mu Zichuan to get off the boat.

The big guys rushed forward in a swarm, but they all stopped when they got close.

Looking up at Muzichuan from a few steps away.

Those few steps are not only the distance under the feet.

It is an insurmountable hierarchical ladder between officials and the people.

After Mu Zichuan got off the boat, he glanced around, and then, a touch of sadness and undisguised guilt appeared on his handsome face.

"Folks, I came back late, you have suffered!"

This was the first sentence Mu Zichuan said after getting off the boat.

After the crowd fell into a brief silence, this time it really boiled up.

"Master Juren, it's good that you're back!"

"Yes, I beg you to make the decision for us, this flooded one has suffered a heavy loss..."

Everyone talked to each other, surrounded Mu Zichuan in the middle, and walked towards the big courtyard of Yang Ruoqing's house.

When passing by Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, Mu Zichuan didn't seem to notice them, and didn't even pause.

Seeing the crowd rushing towards her home, Yang Ruoqing said to Luo Fengtang who was beside her: "Let's not talk about this kid's ability to relieve disasters and flood control, but for these words, it's still very flattering to the hearts of the big guys!"

Luo Fengtang looked at Mu Zichuan's back as he walked away, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"I also feel that when I go back to control the water, as long as he needs it, I will be at his disposal at any time!" He said.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips: "You are more humble."

"You have the title of general now, and the Ministry of War has given you the privilege to train the army yourself."

"In truth, Mu Zichuan's status is below yours!"

She said, with undisguised pride and pride in her voice.

"Qing'er, you can praise me vigorously, I was laughed at!" Luo Fengtang scratched his head and said with a smile.

But Yang Ruoqing didn't agree with this, and argued with him: "Why, who am I hindering by boasting about my man?"

"My man is excellent and outstanding, so I naturally want to praise him, why don't I hide it?"

Sometimes, she couldn't help laughing just thinking about it.

Why pinch?
Luo Fengtang is a general who holds the power of soldiers and horses in his hands. He is a household name in the south, especially among the people in Licheng.

In the Great Qi Dynasty Hall thousands of miles away, he is also a general of the younger generation whose name the emperor can remember.

On the battlefield, the Southern Barbarians and the rebels of the Black Lotus Sect fled in fear.

but,

When he returned to Changping Village, the villagers felt the same about him as before.

It was as if he had never left, and he was still the brave young hunter of the old Luo family.

He is the diligent and filial prospective son-in-law of the Yang family.

Old people, children, and peers all like to be with him now.

He is obviously a general, but everyone calls him 'Tang Yazi'.

Even, because of her, he talked more and got in touch with everyone more.

Everyone has more affection for him.

Unlike Mu Zichuan, that sense of distance will increase step by step as his official position rises.

"It doesn't matter what other people think, anyway, I only care about this commoner general of my family!"

Thinking of the emotion, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help reaching out and hugging Luo Fengtang's arm.

This intimate and coquettish appearance, as well as the sincere praise, made Luo Fengtang feel like drinking honey water.

So sweet, really sweet!

"Qing'er, Tang Yazi, why are you two still outside? Hurry up, Mu Zichuan has something to do with you!"

Yang Huaming ran out, waving to this side.

Yang Ruoqing responded to Yang Huaming, then turned to Luo Fengtang who was beside her and said, "If he guessed right, he should be talking to us about water control."

Luo Fengtang said: "Go, have a look!"

The two then hurried back to the main room.

In the main room, the head seat of the Eight Immortals table was empty.

Mu Zichuan sat in a position next to the main seat.

As for the others, they all sat on the long stools on the left and right sides of Mu Zichuan's lower head with great interest.

The Liu family, Bao Suyun and the others are still standing behind the men with their arms in their arms.

A room of people.

Mu Zichuan was asking Yang Huazhong and Chang Geng about the disaster situation in the village one by one, estimating the damage...

When Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang stepped into the room, it happened to be Uncle Big Niu's turn to speak.

"This season's crops are all rotten in the fields. Our family is doing better, and the pigs have been sent to the Sun family's compound."

"The pigs and chickens of other families in the village were all drowned..."

"This season, don't talk about exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes. I'm afraid everyone will be hungry. Those who have no savings at home are planning to go out to escape famine."

"It's a pity that the flood didn't recede, and the road to the town was submerged. Even if you want to escape from famine, you can't escape, hey!"

Uncle Big Niu's words resonated with other people in the main room.

Everyone sighed.

Mu Zichuan's face was also shrouded in a cloud, with a solemn expression.

(End of this chapter)