Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 202 Starting to Work

Lin's complexion changed drastically. Looking at his fierce face, her heart trembled twice: "Just because of these things, so you hate me to this day?"

"Shouldn't it? Ah Run and I are siblings. He was so happy when his younger sibling was pregnant, but you caused his younger sibling to have a miscarriage. He argued for you just because of our brotherhood. Should I take it for granted that you are innocent?" If it wasn't for you, he would have taken his younger siblings to the border to be tortured by the wind and sand? How many children would have grown up in a bitter cold place?" Song Chun had long been indifferent to her pitiful appearance: "You said you were sensitive, so I did something wrong in a moment of confusion, but my sensitive mind can wantonly hurt others? I haven’t figured out this truth for ten years.”

Lin hurriedly grabbed his sleeve: "I didn't mean it, I."

Song Chun didn't want to hear her rambling at all, so he just shook off her and walked out. Mrs. Lin was left in the study. Song Chun's questioning made her flustered, and her heart was even more desolate. After so long, he still remembered These things.

After being questioned for a while, Mrs. Lin didn't have the courage to pester him to go back to the house to rest. He just prepared a supper at night so that the father and son could have a full stomach before talking.

Song Chun and Song Yuan left one after another, and Song Yuan went straight to Leping. The road was full of people who were busy farming. When they entered the boundary of Leping, the fields were full of busy figures. Several torrential rains did not flood the farmland.

When Song Yuan went to find An Zhou first, he was busy in the field, and saw Song Yuan and his party from a distance, and immediately stood up happily and waved his hands. After washing his feet in the ditch, he walked to the road with his shoes on.

"Is the son returning to Leping to take up his post?"

Song Yuan jumped off his horse: "No, I'm now in charge of the reform of farmland, and I plan to start with Leping as the center, so let's take a look at the situation in Leping first. I've heard about the good harvest in Leping. Are you satisfied with the result?"

An Zhou could not close his mouth from ear to ear: "Satisfied, satisfied, already very satisfied, the food has been put into the warehouse, and the people's half-year rations have been settled, there is nothing better than this, and the ears that grow well in this season's wheat are also big. Pick them out and save them, and then plant them after the autumn harvest.”

"That's good. Leping is a ready-made good example. I'm not afraid that people in other places will not be convinced." Song Yuan was full of confidence: "It's just that I need my husband's help for something. Let's not talk about other places, but these places around Leping What is more suitable needs to be pointed out by Mr.

An Zhoushi nodded: "I will never shirk your son's affairs, if it is useful to my place, just ask me, son, I will pack up my things and rush over immediately."

"Then thank you sir, I'll go back to the yamen first, and when the matter is almost settled, I will send someone to pick you up." Song Yuan solemnly clasped his fists, got on his horse and left immediately.

After she and Huo Ying left, the imperial court promoted the county guard and county lieutenant among the officials in Leping. Mu Lin is also considered relaxed. Recently, he only needs to focus on farming. He is very happy with Song Yuan's arrival and immediately arranges The feast is for Song Yuan to clean up the dust.

"Master, you plan to start around Leping?" Mu Lin still knew Song Yuan very well, and felt that she would not come to Leping for no reason.

Song Yuan didn't hide it: "Yes, I don't know how the surrounding counties think of Leping's harvest this year?"

"Naturally I'm envious. During the harvest days, the good news spread everywhere. Many merchants came to buy grain, but my son and I have the same idea. The people's stomachs are not full, and the grain in the warehouse They couldn’t move, so they rejected them. As for whether the folks sell grain, there is not much control. The only thing the common people can take out is a little grain, and they always have to change some cloth and farm tools.”

Song Yuan nodded: "You are very considerate, Leping's harvest is good, and I have the confidence to do it. I will go around tomorrow and look around. If there is any concern, I will ask Master Mu to help persuade me. "

"It's natural, son, don't worry." Mu Lin is very optimistic about Song Yuan. Although he is young, he has strong action and will become a great weapon in time.

Resting in the yamen overnight, Song Yuan rushed to Zhaodi early the next morning. This is a small county adjacent to Leping, located in the east of Leping, and the situation is similar to Leping.

As soon as she entered the land of Zhao, she saw the people busy farming. Song Yuan got off the horse and saw that they were all sweet potato seedlings. This made her both surprised and happy. After asking the old farmers, she found out that this was ordered by their magistrate, Le Ping The harvest has made several neighboring places learn from each other. Although I have never seen sweet potatoes, the high yield of this product has been passed down, so I bought the seedlings specially.

Song Yuan immediately had a good impression of the magistrate, and went straight to the Yamen to see what kind of person he was, but the magistrate was not there, and the yamen servant said that when the farming season was busy, their magistrates would spend time farming in the fields and rarely come back. , Song Yuan had no choice but to ask the yamen servant to go to the field to find someone.

There are also large tracts of fertile land in Zhaodi, but the water conservancy has not kept up, so that after the heavy rain, the fields are flooded, and the people can only move around in the mud.

She waited by the side of the road, and saw the yamen servant running along the field ridge to an old farmer in a short shirt and said a few words. The old farmer straightened up, looked at them, and came over immediately.

"The Prime Minister cultivates the land himself?" Wei Yan found it inconceivable: "Don't just put on a show, right?"

Song Yuan didn't say a word, she also felt that it was ridiculous, no matter how much she was in charge of the civil affairs, it would not be the county magistrate's turn to go to the field in person, but as the old farmer got closer, the dark skin and rough palms did not seem to be fake.

"Your Majesty, Dai Mao, see you, Young Master." The old farmer bowed his hands and saluted, his hands still stained with mud.

Song Yuan also clasped his fists together: "The field is full of water, won't the roots rot if you plant the seedlings in such a hurry?"

"Young Master, I don't know. These fertile fields were all deserted before, so no water conservancy was built. Because of the abundant harvest in Leping, the yamen discussed using the abandoned fertile fields. It's just that there is a lot of rain, and the seasons don't wait for anyone. There is really no way to build water conservancy. So we can only plant things first and then talk about it." Dai Mao looked serious.

Song Yuan asked: "Why was it abandoned before? Could it be also used for grazing?"

"Isn't it? It's just because this place was originally a noble family's field. Their family invited people to look at it and said it was good Fengshui, so they wanted to use it as a descendant's den. Something happened to their family two months ago. The land is at the discretion of the yamen, so we rushed to start the reclamation to make good land for farming."

It turned out to be like this, Song Yuan took a look, she didn't understand Fengshui, but this is indeed a good place for farming.

"It's convenient for Mr. Dai to move around. Can you tell me about Zhaodi's situation?"

Dai Mao responded, and hurriedly squatted down in the small puddle to wash his hands, then took Song Yuan to look around, and by the way, told all about Zhaodi's situation.

(End of this chapter)