Lonely non-good minister

Wei Yan got dizzy when he heard it: "My subordinates have heard a lot of people talking about it. They said that if the wheat harvest in Leping this season can really be harvested, then the sweet potatoes will be planted in April and May, and the grain production capacity of this year will be doubled. Times, the young master’s contribution is indispensable, and the imperial court intends to promote Leping’s acreage policy, everything depends on this season’s wheat production.”

"It's a long way to go, and it won't be successful in one or two years. Didn't Mr. An say that it takes several generations of cultivation and selection to increase the yield? What's more, the things planted need to be adapted to local conditions. Blind imitation of Leping is not worth the loss." Song Yuan heard There was crying outside, so I immediately pricked up my ears and listened carefully.

Wei Yan pushed the window of the car, and the crying became louder. In the vast snow field, there was a funeral procession. More than a dozen men confronted each other with hoes and sticks. A coffin.

"Go and ask what's the matter." After being a county magistrate for a long time, Song Yuan's meddling habits can no longer be changed.

The yamen servant who followed the carriage rushed over to ask, and soon, the opposing sides followed, knowing that it was the carriage of Lord Cheng Cheng, regardless of the severe cold, immediately knelt down and begged for the decision.

Song Yuan had no choice but to put on a snow cap and get out of the carriage: "Why are you making so much noise today on New Year's Eve?"

The black and thin man said angrily: "Master Juncheng is the master. This field was rented by a villain. Last month, their old father passed away. He said he asked someone to read Feng Shui and buried it in the villain's field. The villain agreed because he was a fellow villager. It was agreed at the time that the occupied land could not be cultivated. When the harvest came, their family would supply the villain with a supply of grain. Because of their urgent family affairs, they did not stay. Documents, the villain waited for their family to finish their work and after the old man was buried, he asked the village head to ask their family to write documents and establish evidence, but their family refused to recognize them, and asked the villain to dig them out if he had the ability. A few days ago, his old mother It's gone, and I have to be buried in the villain's field, which of course the villain doesn't allow. The two graves occupy the land, so it's troublesome when farming, and when their family worships, they have to step on the crops of the villain. There is not enough food."

"My lord, how can such a small place collect a lot of food? He just deliberately took advantage of the villain's parents' death and deliberately made things difficult for the villain." The black and strong man retorted with confidence.

The black and thin man became even more angry: "If you don't want to give it, then don't agree to it at the beginning. If you promised, you don't count on it. If it wasn't for the neighbors, see if I can dig your father's grave."

"If you dare to move my father's grave, I will demolish your house."

The two of them were arguing and wanted to fight again, but the yamen servant yelled at them several times before they were restrained.

Song Yuan has already understood that this is obviously because the black and strong man's family doesn't take advantage of it, but his family has so many helpers, all of them are strong men, and they must be the tyrannical masters in the village. He won't give food to the black skinny man as promised, and the black skinny man doesn't have the guts to really touch other people's graves.

"I understand, I'll ask you, where is your family's field?" Song Yuan looked at the strong black man.

He blinked suspiciously, and pointed not far away: "That field was rented by the villain."

Good guy, you don't have to bury it in someone else's house if you keep your own field.

"It's very close. In this way, the two of you should switch. I remember that the fields here are about the same size. Your parents can be buried in the field rented by your family, and Jiuquan will be safe." Song Yuan made a decision: "Do you have any? Opinion?"

Although the black and thin man was reluctant, he quickly replied after some calculations: "The villain has no objection, let the adults make the decisions."

The black and strong man is very unhappy, the two graves can take up a lot of space.

"Come on, it's still early in the morning, call their chief, and go to the county government to make a book and exchange land now, so don't miss the old man's entry into the soil." After speaking, Song Yuan got into the car.

The two yamen servants stayed behind and wanted to take them to find the head of the village. The black and thin man was arrogant and arrogant, and called his two brothers over, but he didn't stop them from being buried. The black and strong man was very reluctant, but he was frightened by The yamen servant didn't dare not go, and the procrastination was urged to leave.

"This subordinate understands why there are so many people gossiping in the village." Wei Yan retracted his head: "Based on what I have seen and heard in the past half a month, if I were a subordinate, I could sit and chew for half a year in the village."

Song Yuan was amused by his words: "After New Year's Eve, I have to walk around again to see if the heavy snow has frozen the wheat seedlings to death. I hope there will be no such troubles."

"What's the matter if the fields are all divided?" Wei Yan said it very smoothly, but he himself didn't believe it, imagined it for a while, and his face became ugly: "If it is true, the subordinates didn't say it. "

When they returned to the yamen, it was already dark, and the snow was falling more and more, the ground was covered with a thick layer, and it creaked when they stepped on it. Song Yuan was tired and sleepy, and he just wanted to eat something and sleep. .

When she entered the house, the charcoal basin hadn't been fired yet, and the room was chilly, so she didn't dare to take off her fur. The charcoal basin that the yamen servants delivered soon wasn't warm just after it was fired, but luckily they brought it Hot water, Song Yuan wanted to take a bath, but seeing the sky, he didn't bother to bother, washed his face, soaked his feet, and leaned comfortably on the chair.

Wei Yan heated up the charcoal basin, filled Mrs. Tang with hot water and stuffed it under the bed ahead of time. Just as she was about to find food for Song Yuan, a yamen servant brought it. After careful questioning, she found out that it was Huo Ying's order. , knowing that they should come back today, so let the kitchen prepare hot soup and hot dishes in advance, so that everyone can rest after eating.

It was getting late, and Song Yuan didn't want to disturb him anymore, so he thought about thanking him tomorrow, wiped his feet and moved to the side of the charcoal basin to sit down and start eating. Wei Yan and others hurried to eat.

After eating and drinking enough, his body became much warmer, Song Yuan hurriedly changed into clean clothes and got into bed, listening to the sound of wind and snow outside, he soon fell asleep.

The next morning, she woke up refreshed, opened the door to let the servants come in to burn the charcoal basin, and went outside to stretch herself, then walked around the corridor twice before coming back to wash.

Huo Mu during the New Year's Eve is a rare leisure time. Thinking about what happened last night, she picked up the snacks she brought back along the way, and went around to the next door to find Huo Ying to thank him. As soon as she arrived at the gate of the yard, she heard the sound of Mu Lin reading aloud. They didn't stay in the house in the cold weather. The two gathered in the yard early in the morning to read, and they seemed to be in a good mood.

Song Yuan knew that she was weak, poetry and prose were not her strong point, and she would influence others if she went in, so she left resolutely, and went out of the city with snacks to find An Zhoushi.

She remembered that An Zhou said that dumplings were to be eaten on New Year's Eve. Although she didn't know what dumplings were, she went to him now and she should be able to have a taste.

Moreover, she also needs to ask if the heavy snow will freeze the wheat seedlings to death. Although she doesn't want a good harvest of wheat this season, at least she can't have no crops. Otherwise, she has no way to explain to the court.