Happy peasant girl

Chapter 41
But peppers and tomatoes are different, so this time Linqingxi suggested that the family should be fully armed, cover their mouths and noses, and wrap their hands in sackcloth.

After one day and one night, the pepper picking was over, and Lin Qingxi asked Lin Qingyun and Lin Qingfei to pack the dried pepper skins into big bags, and then put them in their clean wooden house warehouse.

Because tomatoes and peppers can be harvested continuously, when the seeds of tomatoes and peppers are enough to plant hundreds of acres, Linqingxi recommends that the seed collection should be completed, because the quality of subsequent fruit seeds may not be so good.

At this time, the time has entered August, and the one-acre corn planted by Linqingxi has already grown young and strong seedlings, and Linqinghai has made great progress in his cooking skills after studying and practicing day and night.

After more than half a year of hard work, coupled with God's rewarding food and a few timely rains, the life of the people of Chu State is a little easier this year, and crops have finally grown in the fields.

Just two days before the old Lin's family discussed opening a restaurant, Lu Zhiming called Lin Qingxi to the back house of the county government office, and the people from the capital had already arrived.

This time, Linqingxi came alone. Anyway, she is already very familiar with the county government office. When she walked to the backyard, she saw four or five rows of people standing neatly in the yard, at least five or sixty people, each of them in the lower courtyard. The eyebrows are pleasing to the eyes, but not shabby and humble.

With doubts, Lin Qingxi walked into the main hall, and as soon as she stepped in, she saw Lu Zhiming and Zhang Xian sitting in the main seats in the hall, and on the left and right were a handsome boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with extraordinary temperament .

It's just that the white-clothed boy on the left is gentle and elegant, while the blue-clothed boy on the right is cold and serious. After seeing her enter the door, both of them looked at her, which made her a little uncomfortable.

"Girl, how are you doing these days?" Zhang Xian smiled even more when he saw Lin Qingxi.

"Thank you, Uncle Fifth, for your concern. Xi'er is fine! It's just that Uncle Fifth left in a hurry last time, and Xi'er didn't deliver the things that Xi'er wanted for you. I hope Uncle Fifth will not blame Xi'er." Lin Qingxi behaved Smoothly saluted the two persons in the main seat in the hall.

"It's okay, it's my uncle who left in a hurry. By the way, this is your third senior brother's closed disciple, and also your seventh senior brother Wei Xuan, and this is my apprentice, your ninth senior brother Shen Han." Zhang Xian Introduce the two teenagers to Linqingxi respectively.

"Qingxi has met the seventh and ninth senior brothers!" Lin Qingxi bowed to the blue-clothed boy and the white-clothed boy respectively, and also knew that the blue-clothed boy was called Wei Xuan, and the white-clothed boy was called Shen Han.

"Little junior sister, don't be too polite. From now on, we will all be brothers and sisters of the same school. Don't be too far away. I have heard Master mention my junior sister in the capital. She is really a wonderful person as Master said!" Lin Qingxi is now eight years old. By the way, Shen Han is also 14 years old. According to the ancient rules, he praised Lin Qingxi like this, which is a bit frivolous, but everyone present didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

"You little junior sister is not only a wonderful person, but also very smart! In terms of talent and learning, she is no worse than you. In a few years, you senior brothers may not be as good as her!" Zhang Xian said with a smile.

"Oh? Is that so? How about letting my senior brother test her?" When Wei Xuan said this, his eyes kept staring at Lin Qingxi, and a meaningful smile crossed the corner of his mouth, so fast that no one else could See.

Lin Qingxi didn't hear Wei Xuan's malicious intentions, but because he had a cold face and his words were also cold, so he had a somewhat aggressive aura, perhaps because of the kind of nobleman who couldn't get rid of him. It's about gas.

"Senior Brother Seven, don't embarrass Junior Sister, be careful not to scare the beauty!" With one sentence, Shen Han took off the gentle mask that he had deliberately pretended just now, and the ruffian and evil spirit on his body were naturally revealed.

Lin Qingxi was startled, these two brothers in name were by no means as simple as she imagined.

She also knows countless people in modern times. These two teenagers are obviously not sons and masters from ordinary families, maybe they are sons of wealthy families in the capital, and they are very deep in the city at a young age, and they are very good at disguising. She is not eight years old. Simple girls will not be deceived by their appearance.

"Xi'er, don't be afraid, you have master backing you!" Lu Zhiming somewhat understood how smart his apprentice was. Only with his consent.

"Junior brother, I didn't expect you to be a calf-protective person. Don't worry, it's harmless for senior brothers and sisters to learn from each other. I just want to see if Xi'er has worked hard these days!" After Qing Xi, this precious apprentice, he is also honored, and he doesn't want such a good seedling to be buried in the countryside, so he tricked Wei Xuan and Shen Han to come here.

Both Lu Zhiming and Zhang Xian said so, and Lin Qingxi couldn't shirk it, so she had to ask Wei Xuan to come up with a question. Anyway, she only knows what's in her head, so let's do my best.

"Senior brother, you're welcome!" Wei Xuan had no special expression on his face, but lightly tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers.

Shen Han just looked at his expression and movements and smiled helplessly. After so many years, it was not easy for a few senior uncles to accept this female disciple. He didn't want Wei Xuan to scare away this juicy little junior sister.

"Senior brother, please tell me, Qingxi will do her best!" Wei Xuan, the seventh senior brother, seemed a bit difficult to deal with, but Lin Qingxi also dealt with it calmly, if soldiers came to block her, and water came to cover her, she had nothing to be afraid of.

"Well, you are from a farming family, so write three poems with the theme 'Nong'!" Wei Xuan was really rude, and asked Lin Qingxi to write three poems as soon as he opened his mouth.

Lin Qingxi thought for a moment, and then said softly: "'Hurr in the middle of the night, take advantage of the dawn of plowing, and the weak cattle are gradually struggling. At that time, people didn't know the hardships of farmers, and they would say that Tian Zhonggu lived on its own.'"

"Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of dry wine, and there are plenty of chickens and dolphins in the good years. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright. There is another village. The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the clothes are simple and ancient. Knock at the door at night."

"Tian's family has a few idle months, and people are busy in May. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The women and aunts eat with lotus, and the children carry pots of pulp, and they go to the field. The sun is burning on my back, I don’t know the heat even if I try my best, but it’s a pity that the summer is long. There is a poor woman next to her, holding the fringe in her right hand, and hanging a basket in her left arm. It’s sad to hear what he said. Jia Tian I have exhausted all my tax revenues, so I picked them up to satisfy my hunger. What merit do I have today? I have never done anything with agriculture and mulberry. The official salary is three hundred shi, and the year-old Yan has a surplus of food. I am ashamed of myself when I read this, and I will never forget it."

After Linqingxi finished reading the three poems, there was silence in the hall, no one spoke, and everyone present fell silent.

"Alas—" After a long time, as if recalling from the poem, both Lu Zhiming and Zhang Xian sighed heavily.

(End of this chapter)