The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Zhou Yue's people haven't been found yet, but the business in the store has become unexpectedly quiet.

The reason was simple: there was a heavy snowfall in the north.

In the heavy snow, the Ning family received another letter.

After reading the letter, Qing Mo came to find Zhou Yue.

"Mom, tell me in detail the story you told us last time about the Four Crossings of the Chishui River."

"Oh? Lord Song wants to know the details?"

"Yes, I mentioned it to him last time. He wrote to me this time to ask for details."

As Qing Mo spoke, his face turned red for no reason.

"Well, mother, if I tell others the story you told us, you won't be angry, right?"

"Haha, no, Master Song is not an outsider."

Zhou Yue was making fun of his daughter.

This made Qing Mo's face even redder.

Yang Mo teased her: "Sister, what's wrong with your face? Did you put on rouge early in the morning?"

"Hahaha..." There was laughter all around.

Zhou Yue saw Qing Mo's face turn red visibly, and hurriedly said:

"Qing Mo, come with me and I will explain it to you in detail.

There are some other examples of war. You can listen to them and pick out the ones he wants to see and write them down for him to see.”

Qing Mo became interested when he heard this and pulled Zhou Yue to the backyard.

The snow on the ground of the small yard had been cleared.

But soon a thin layer of white snow covered the ground again.

There is a wintersweet tree at the southwest corner of the courtyard, exuding fragrance.

The little yellow flowers look even more beautiful against the backdrop of the snow on the trees.

The faint fragrance floated in the courtyard, along with the cold air, and was inhaled into the lungs of people who had just walked out of the warm house.

It can't help but make people feel shocked.

Zhou Yue held Qing Mo's warm little hand and walked carefully across the snow-covered bluestone slabs.

No matter how small the courtyard is, you can still grow vegetables. There is land on both sides of the bluestone slabs.

It was winter, the land was frozen, and beneath the white snow was the brown mud that had frozen hard.

Only the middle road, connecting the front and the backyard, had been cleared of snow and people could walk on it.

Zhou Yue could imagine that in spring, this place must be full of vitality and green vegetables all over the ground.

Next to the wintersweet is a pomegranate tree, bare and with thin branches also covered with snow.

Zhou Yue seemed to see the autumn scene with large red pomegranates on the ground.

She smiled and walked into the hall with Qingmo.

Sitting down at the old elm table, Qingmo went to the small stove and got a pot of boiling water.

He went to the cupboard and took out a teapot, two teacups, and a can of tea.

It's snowing and cold today, so it's a good time to drink black tea.

After putting the things down, Qing Mo rummaged through the cabinet again and took out a red porcelain jar.

Take out a few rose buds from it.

Then she started making tea.

While Qingmo was making tea, Zhou Yue kept her head down and remained silent. She was thinking about how to tell Qingmo a story.

Many war stories from ancient times to the present are very interesting.

Zhou Yue was knowledgeable and had a good memory. He loved reading stories back then.

And after reading a story, she can retell it in her own words.

Therefore, she can still tell most of the stories.

Because we don’t know the time and space where the Dahui Dynasty is located, what dynasties and figures existed before it.

So Zhou Yue didn't dare to tell stories from ancient times, but only told the children stories about modern times from the time and place where she came from.

Zhou Yue recalled classic cases from the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression and the War of Liberation, and talked about the brilliant war concepts and cases of the founding fathers, especially the teachers, one by one.

Qing Mo was so fascinated by what he heard that he even forgot to take notes.

Even Yang Mo and Zhao Shouzhong dropped what they were tinkering with and ran over to listen with great interest.

Seeing the audience's support, Zhou Yue spoke more enthusiastically.

They kept talking until Mrs. Sun came to call for dinner. Everyone was surprised to realize that they had been talking for so long. Zhou Yue then felt that his throat was very dry and sore.

He hurried to eat, as Zhou Yue was planning to return to the village today.

We must leave in the afternoon, otherwise we won’t even make it to the town.

After quickly finishing his meal, Zhou Yue put some food in the car.

This is the food I bought in the county for making eight-treasure porridge. Laba Festival is coming soon.

When talking about Laba, Zhao Shouzhong slapped his forehead and said, "Oh my, it's already the twelfth lunar month?"

He had originally planned to return to the capital to report in the twelfth lunar month, but he couldn't find Prime Minister Cui, and the saint was still waiting there anxiously for a reply.

He immediately asked his followers to call back all the people, planning to return to Beijing the next day.

At this time, Ning Yuanshan came to visit.

He brought a shocking news.

That is the county magistrate Wang Jin, who is about to be transferred.

Because of his outstanding political achievements, Wang Jin was awarded an A grade at the end of this year.

Rumor has it that he was transferred to Anyang, Henan, to become a prefect.

With such good performance as an official and such good character, he was unexpectedly promoted.

For a moment, everyone didn't know whether to be happy that Wang Jin, the incompetent official, was transferred away.

Or am I sad and resentful of his promotion?

The news was good news. Zhou Yue didn’t have time to think about it. She had to hurry home.

When Zhou Yue got home, he was shocked to see Master Cui sitting in the hall.

She subconsciously looked behind her and saw that Zhao Shouzhong was not following her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Cui was very perceptive. He glanced at Zhou Yue without saying anything and continued chatting about farm matters with Grandpa Ning.

"My eldest grandson wants to grow cotton on the dry land in the mountains next year. Do you think it's feasible?"

As an authentic farmer and craftsman, Mr. Ning naturally didn't know that most of these teachers were lazy and didn't know the difference between grains.

As for farming, he is not as familiar with it as an old farmer.

He only knew that these scholars knew everything from astronomy to geography.

Fortunately, Master Cui served as a local official for several terms before becoming prime minister.

After he passed the imperial examination and became a Jinshi, he moved from the south to the north, from a chief clerk to a county magistrate, then to a prefect, and was later transferred to the Ministry of Revenue in Beijing.

From the Ministry of Revenue to the Hanlin Academician, and then to the Zhongshu Sheren, the official positions he held over the decades are like a map of official positions in the Dahui Dynasty.

So he knows a lot.

He pondered for a moment, twirling his beard and said, "This place is dry and rainless, and most of the irrigated land relies on artificial water storage for irrigation.

There are a lot of dry fields in the mountains, and the sunshine is good, so it should be possible to grow cotton."

"But we have never grown cotton before, so we don't know how to grow it."

"It's okay. I know someone in the Ministry of Revenue. I'll write to them and ask them to send someone who knows how to teach you.

Assisting with agricultural work is the duty of the imperial court. It is easy to talk about this matter."

Zhou Yue glanced at Master Cui. Hadn't he been hiding from the saint? If he wrote a letter back, wouldn't he be walking into a trap?

Master Cui was a smart man, so he naturally understood what Zhou Yue was thinking.

He sighed and said, "All under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people in the world are his subjects.

I can hide for a while, but how can I hide forever?

I know that they will find me sooner or later.

As long as the saint is determined, even if we can’t find it this winter, the court will send more capable officials and manpower in the spring of next year, and we will definitely be able to find it.”

Yes, Zhao Shouzhong, that idiot who is only interested in manual skills, finding people is not his forte.