A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

After the busy farming season, the diligent farmers have begun to **** and plough the fields to plant beans.

Land does not wait for people, people are idle for one crop, and people are idle for a year.

Outside the city, flowers are red and willows are green in the vicinity, the fields are like a chessboard, the green hills in the distance, the tourists are constantly passing, and the scenery is excellent.

Fan Xi'er was like a spring outing. She opened the curtain with great interest and said with joy: "Fengyi County Lord, the scenery outside the capital is so beautiful. You are right, you must be open-minded, and you can't be bored in the back house every day. People are intrigued."

Shu Ange smiled and said nothing.

She brought Fan Xi'er out, not to enjoy the scenery.

Fan Xi'er tugged at the sleeves on her body, her face sullen: "This is my first time wearing coarse cloth clothes, I always feel awkward. Do ordinary people usually wear cloth clothes? Or Luo Qi silk is more comfortable."

"Real commoners have to sew and mend for another three years. Only when the conditions are better can they cut new clothes on New Year's and festivals."

Like most boudoir girls, Fan Xi'er knew nothing about the lives of the people at the bottom.

The commoners they came into contact with were mostly maids and wives at home, as well as embroidered women who came to cut clothes.

Even when they go out occasionally, the so-called commoners they meet are also small businessmen and craftsmen seeking a living in the capital.

"Your Majesty, you know a lot."

Fan Xi'er had a look of admiration on her face. After dating Fengyi County Lord for a while, as long as she spoke in front of people, she would definitely praise Fengyi County Lord.

In her opinion, the princess of Fengyi County is not only good at riding and archery, but is also knowledgeable when talking about military books, and knows the customs and customs of all parts of Daxia well.

Shu Ange smiled lightly and asked the driver to speed up.

If you want to change Daxia, you must change the people.

The merchants and pawns, the dignitaries, the ladies in the boudoir, if everyone changes a little, the dynasty can go further on the road to prosperity.

With her power and financial resources, it is easy to build a small-scale utopia, but it is difficult to spread it across the country.

What Shu Ange has to do is to go up and down and let more people join her reform.

Ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles, the beautiful tile houses disappeared, and what appeared in Fan Xi'er's field of vision was a dilapidated thatched hut.

She opened her mouth wide and looked at the half-old children running around naked. Their dark bodies reminded Fan Xier of the loach in the pond.

A little older, slightly ashamed, wearing a short brown that does not cover half of his arms and thighs.

"Fengyi County Lord, where is this? Have we gone to another state capital?"

With Fan Xi'er's knowledge, she could only make such a guess.

"No, this is a village and town around the capital."

"This place also belongs to the capital?"

Fan Xi'er was shocked and didn't even dare to look at the curious children with dark eyes.

In the corner of the wall, old men in ragged clothes squatted in a row, basking in the sun with a numb expression, and the wrinkles on their faces could hold walnuts.

The carriage stopped, and Shu Ange nodded slightly: "Go down."

"Shall we get off here?"

Fan Xier's voice sounded a little nervous, and she swallowed.

"Well, let's go down here."

Shu Ange lifted the curtain of the car and walked down first. Fan Xier couldn't figure out what she was going to do, and got out of the carriage with an uneasy mood.

The children playing, surrounded them like a gust of wind.

The guards brought by Shu Ange guarded them like iron towers in the middle.

I don't know who started, there are children with dirty little hands, pitifully begging for money.

"Master, please, give us a little reward."

Most of the children were just to be rewarded. A child with a clean face and tattered clothes sang a lotus flower while swinging two bamboo boards.

"Play the bamboo board, go forward, I will give the shopkeeper a New Year's greeting. The shopkeeper will make a lot of money this year, and the gold and silver will come home! Ten thousand dollars of silver money can't be used, and there are boxes of big ingots!"

His eyes were black and white, and he tried to squeeze out a pleasing smile on his thin face.

Fan Xi'er's face was tender, her hand was pressing her purse, and she planned to take out a handful of copper coins as a reward to these children.

Shu Ange held her hand and nodded to the child singing Lotus Falls: "What's the name of the child singing Lotus Falls?"

"If you go back to the shopkeeper, the small one is called Jindou. The gold of gold and silver jewelry, the beans of beans."

He squinted his eyes slightly, his expression all pleasing.

"Who did you learn Lotus Fall from? The words for New Year's greetings are not very appropriate now."

Jindou scratched his head, embarrassed "hehe" twice: "The words I learned from my father, I sang it in the capital during the New Year."

"Do you miss books?"

Jindou let out an "ah" and asked blankly, "What are you reading, what books are you reading?"

Shu Ange looked past the golden beans and landed on the tall and short thatched hut, and farther away, ordinary people dressed in the same shabby shabby clothes were bending over to pick up rice ears.

They are the most ordinary and common colors on the earth, and they are also the most solid cornerstones of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The common people are like old scalpers who work hard and bear no complaints. As long as they can get by, they will work hard and rely on a little food to make ends meet.

In the face of natural and man-made disasters, when the monarch is in power, and the taxes are heavy, they will endure it again and again until their lives are not guaranteed, and then they will rise up to resist.

It is this kind of people who have created the soul of Daxia and the roots of Daxia.

"Read books that can make you smarter, books that can benefit the people."

The wind blew the heat wave onto her face, Shu Ange's eyes were calm and firm, and there was a brilliance on her face that she hadn't noticed.

Jindou raised his head and looked at the noble man with attendants but in plain clothes: "My family has no money and can't study."

"Do you all miss books?"

Shu Ange turned and asked all the children, with shock and longing on their faces, big and small.

"I think, I dream of it, how glorious it is to go to school, and the children of our village chiefs go to school."

"Mother said, my grandfather's family once produced a master of Juren, but it's beautiful."

In the eyes of children, reading is linked to being a high official.

Fan Xi'er listened to the children's childish words, and asked in confusion, "Don't you have an ethnic school? Not all ethnic schools in the countryside, hire a gentleman to teach the children to read and read."

"What is ethnology?"

The children looked at a loss, and Fan Xier was stopped.

Their brothers, Kaimeng, all invited well-known gentlemen to teach at home.

When the brothers are older, they go to the capital or other famous academies to study in the prefectures and counties.

As for their sisters, the family also invites talented female gentlemen to teach them piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. In addition, sister Fan Xier also learned to knit women's red and court etiquette.

She thought that children from ordinary people's families couldn't learn so many talents, and they always had to know a few words.

Unexpectedly, these children do not even have the opportunity to read.

"Do you really want to read?"

Fan Xi'er considered her own money and asked these children softly.

She suddenly realized that she had made a big mistake before.