Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

"Miss, don't be angry, I'll help you take a look next time I go down the mountain."

Mrs. Pei was still not very happy on the face, but she reluctantly agreed, and turned to ask Su Yuanyuan about Wujiapo.

"Madam, can you tell us something about Wujiapo?"

Mrs. Pei moved her buttocks to get closer to Su Yuanyuan, and even the other ladies came forward, blinking their big eyes at Su Yuanyuan, staring at her eagerly, waiting for her to speak.

During these days, Su Yuanyuan worked and weaved together with them. Su Yuanyuan did not have the airs of those rich people in the city. Instead, she was approachable and approachable, and she spoke softly and softly. close.

Su Yuanyuan felt guilty, "This Wujiapo tells the story that Xue Pinggui, who became the king of Xiliang, knew that his wife Wang Baochuan was still alive, so he came back to read the story of her acquaintance with her. It's just that Xue Pinggui was afraid that Wang Baochuan would betray him in the past 18 years when he was in Wujiapo. He tried again and again, and finally the two recognized each other."

After hearing this story, the ladies all frowned deeply, sympathizing with the woman who had been guarding the cold kiln for 18 years from the bottom of her heart.

"This Wang Baochuan is too pitiful. He has been guarding the cold kiln for 18 years."

"That's right, if there is no news from my family for 18 years, I would have already run away."

Mrs. Pei sat closest to Su Yuanyuan, and she deeply sympathized with Wang Baochuan after hearing Wang Baochuan's story, "Will Wang Baochuan become a queen after they meet each other?"

Now that the two have recognized each other, Xue Pinggui should make up for her, to make up for the 18 years he owed.

But Su Yuanyuan sighed softly, "Xue Pinggui made her the queen of the East Palace, and Princess Daizhan was the queen of the West Palace, but she died as a queen after only 18 years."

They never expected such an ending, even Jiang Wenzheng, who was listening quietly, couldn't help turning his head.

But after thinking about it, I feel that although this is unexpected, it is also reasonable. Wang Baochuan has been in the cold kiln for 18 years and his health is fine. How can the queen get sick after [-] days?
Those women have been living in the villa all the time, but they don't know about these twists and turns. They just think it's a pity that Wang Baochuan passed away, and they haven't had time to enjoy the blessings yet.

The bonfire party was held until very late, and people satiated with wine and food, sang cheerful songs and returned to their residences.

Su Yuanyuan also helped Jiang Wenzheng walk slowly into their yard.

The yard is not big, Su Yuanyuan simply washed up and went to bed to rest, but Jiang Wenzheng couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning, his mind was full of the story Su Yuanyuan just told.

If one day he also disappears, will Su Yuanyuan wait for him for 18 years?
As soon as this idea appeared, Jiang Wenzheng hurriedly drove it out of his mind. He lowered his head and looked at the sweet little girl sleeping on his chest. , he will take her with him, no matter who he entrusts her to, he is not at ease.

The birds outside the window chirped in a low voice, and they also huddled in their nests to rest with their eyes closed. The surroundings were quiet and everything was sleeping.

On the second day, Su Yuanyuan woke up early in the morning to see how the workers in the north were building the farm.

Building a house is not as simple as digging a well. It takes two or three days to finish. When she went to see it, the workers had just laid the foundation, and truckloads of bricks were being transported up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain.

She drew a rough sketch for the workers. There are two long rows of houses, with many compartments in the middle, and the windows are still empty.

She planned to raise piglets in one row, and chickens, ducks and geese in the other row of houses, so that the villa would be more lively.

The reclamation of the rice fields beside Lanyue Lake in the west was also very smooth. Su Yuanyuan deliberately asked people to avoid the seat of the tomb, and even asked people to surround it with a small fence.

The people in this tomb are probably Qi Rui's relatives, so it's really unreasonable to plant straw on their graves.

At sunset, Su Yuanyuan and Jiang Wenzheng went back to the city in an open-air carriage.

These days, Dongyuan is busy with family affairs, and he entrusts Liufang to pick up Xiaodouding from school. Anyway, the two children still have to play together after school, so I will trouble him to bring them back at night.

Although he was a bit tired from doing farm work these days, he was free and didn't have to be Jiang Zhiyi's old mother.

Half of the setting sun disappeared on the horizon, and the golden sun shone on the three of them.

Jiang Wenzheng lazily propped up the wooden board behind him, squinting his eyes slightly to look at Su Yuanyuan, whose hair was blown tousled by the breeze, sitting opposite her.

Qingyi also flicked his horsewhip leisurely, everything was so comfortable and comfortable.

Until the three of them were at the gate of the city, they saw a group of men and horses, led by two men in gray-brown cavalry uniforms. Both of them wore armguards on their arms and leather belts around their waists. The rivets were removed, and there was a small beast in the center biting the belt.

Behind them followed no less than 50 soldiers in light armor, each holding a long spear in his hand.

When they saw it clearly, they were only 200 meters away from the team. Qing turned around and looked at Jiang Wenzheng. It would be too obvious to turn around at this time.

Jiang Wenzheng was not nervous at all, he waved his hand to let him move on.

Su Yuanyuan suddenly remembered what the old sister-in-law said in the vegetable market, that the Mongolian people were rioting, and the war was about to start.

Seeing such a group of soldiers here now, it is inevitable to get nervous. Could it be that war is really coming soon?

But she hasn't stockpiled the food yet and isn't ready yet.

The carriage gradually approached the group of soldiers, and the two leaders turned around when they heard the sound.

The two look alike, so they should be brothers, but when one looks at Su Yuanyuan's carriage with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, he looks gentle.

He lightly pulled the rein to let the horse make room for the approaching carriage, but the man on the side just glanced at him. Seeing that the man made room, he pulled the rein impatiently, even the man sitting under him The horses were panting hot air from their nostrils, and shook their heads in disbelief, trying to break free from the shackles of the reins.

The carriage came creaking, and Ye Zhiren looked at Ye Zhixing irritably, "Brother, why haven't these documents come down yet? Is Su Ji a poor man?"

His brows were full of anxiety, and he couldn't even speak in a good tone.

But Ye Zhixing at the side didn't reply to his words, but stared at the man in the carriage non-stop.

It was the first time he saw his elder brother was in a daze and didn't listen to someone's speech, so he looked over curiously.

The man was sitting sideways on the carriage, and his back was facing them when driving past, and he only saw the man's stern profile.

"What's wrong, big brother?"