Miao'an's farming life

In the winter of the 15th year of Yuanli, the emperor of the Dayu Dynasty suddenly contracted a serious illness and collapsed within a few days, while the crown prince was still undecided.He has three sons, the eldest son Nan Yao, the second son Nan Qing, and the third son Nan Zhuo.Everyone embraced Yao to succeed to the throne, but Nanqing was unwilling and vowed to seize the throne. It took a year for both of them to die, and the court was full of grief.After Nanzhuo was crowned, the world was determined, and the country was named Qing'an.

"It's really boring." Nan Zhuo sat on the dragon chair that so many people dreamed of, resting his chin on one hand, and looked at the Minister of Rites and Minister of Punishment who were quarreling below with interest.

"Your Majesty, please be fair." Bai Zhiqing, Minister of Rites, changed the subject and asked Nan Zhuo to judge.

"Well, Bai Aiqing is right." Nan Zhuo nodded.

"Your Majesty, the former emperor's concubines should be buried. How can the emperor benevolently waste this system, so how can they continue to live in the palace?" Jiang Quan, Minister of the Ministry of punishment, looked upright.

"Well, Jiang Aiqing is also right."

"Think twice, Your Majesty." All the officials knelt down together. This scene has happened many times since Nan Zhuo ascended the throne for a month, and Nan Zhuo raised his hand calmly.

"Everyone loves you in peace." Nan Zhuo stood up and stretched his waist, "The burial of the former emperor's concubine is not advisable, and it should be abolished. Of course, they cannot be allowed to stay in the original palace. In this way, those who intend to leave the palace should make proper arrangements. If you don't want to leave the palace, set aside a piece of land for them to live in. What do you guys think?"

"Your Majesty is holy." Everyone stood up together again. Every time they had a dispute, the emperor always kept silent and watched with relish. Asking him was just a "reasonable", and they could only "force it together." "The emperor made a decision.

"Then leave this matter to Bai Aiqing and Jiang Aiqing." Nan Zhuo can't be blamed for this. When he woke up, he saw bright yellow bed curtains, a big golden bed, and Panlong's sleeping hall, a splendid ancient building. He calmed down for a long time before he was sure that this was not a dream, he had really time traveled and became the quasi-emperor the night before he ascended the throne.

After learning about the new emperor's life experience, Nan Zhuo only felt that good fortune played tricks on people, that those who had no intention of fighting became the winners, and those who had no intention of fighting were harmed by it. There must be something strange about the death of the original owner.Apart from sighing, he was more worried about himself. Etiquette and other things were easy to talk about, and the way of governing the country could still be handled with the memory of the original owner and the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, but it was boring to think about the ancient times.Nan Zhuo sighed softly, raised his hand, and Fu Shi, the chief eunuch behind him, understood.

"If you have something to play, you will retreat if there is nothing!"

"I have a book to play." The Minister of the Household Department came out and said with a bow.

"What's the matter?"

"The prefect of Anyang recently handed in a brochure, requesting the court to distribute relief food, but the treasury is empty, so I hereby ask His Majesty for instructions."

Nan Zhuo didn't answer right away. Indeed, although the battle for the throne lasted only one year, it involved a lot and caused turmoil in the Tang Dynasty. After he succeeded to the throne, a lot of things were left to be done, and many official positions were still vacant, but...

"If I remember correctly, there have been no disasters in recent years, this Anyang..."

"Your Majesty does not know that five years ago, the Dan River was flooded, and Anyang was hit by the disaster. The people were in dire straits, especially in Qingyu Town by the river. The fields were all submerged. Therefore, the former emperor decreed that relief food should be given every year until the people can support themselves."

"So that's the case. Is it true that the treasury can't raise money?" Nan Zhuo thought about the solution.

"Your Majesty, I think that there is no need to save this disaster." A voice sounded, warm but firm, with the cool breath of an autumn morning.Nan Zhuo looked up. It was the servant of the household department, Wenzhu.

"Oh? Why did Wen Aiqing say that?" Nan Zhuo had an impression of this person.With a handsome appearance and a tall and straight figure, he stands like a green bamboo under the hall. His temperament is refined, and his gestures show the style of a modest gentleman. He is dressed in an official uniform and his sleeves are cool. He looks like a romantic celebrity.However, I heard that it was a bit rigid, and seeing him speak now, Nan Zhuo became interested in his unhurried appearance.

Asparagus frowned slightly, why the emperor's eyes were so strange, it must be his own illusion, this is the Son of Heaven, not to be blasphemed.He squeezed his cuffs quietly, and said loudly: "I went to Qingyu Town a year ago. The folk customs there are simple, farming has resumed, and the people's heart for development is firm. I believe that in time, the prosperity of the past will be restored."

The Minister of the Household Department raised his eyebrows: "Since this is the case, wouldn't it be better to have more food and money?"

Nan Zhuo didn't speak, what the Minister of the Ministry of Finance said was exactly what he thought, so he continued to stare at the asparagus bamboo.

Wen Zhu pinched his cuffs again: "When I was in Qingyu Town, I once asked the people that although the intention of the government's distribution of food money is good, it is difficult to implement it, especially..."

"How can the people's words be taken seriously?" The Minister of the Ministry of Officials interrupted Wenzhu with staring eyes, "They are illiterate, how can they understand the good intentions of the late emperor and His Majesty?"

Nan Zhuo straightened up and looked at the indignant Minister of the Ministry of Officials. According to the secret report, this person was under the command of Duke Huguo.Protector of the country Nan Ziche, his uncle, is only ten years older than himself when he was double ten, and he holds a lot of power in his hand, but he always stands there upright on weekdays, from the upper court to the last court. , is still expressionless now, the speech of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials does not seem to affect him.

Facing the excited Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Wen Zhu's expression remained unchanged: "Your Excellency's words are biased, they are indeed not very knowledgeable, but your Majesty's thoughts are all for the people of the world, good or bad, naturally they are what they say It's up to you."

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials was at a loss for words, didn't he mean that he was belittling the person whom the emperor held in his hands?He changed the subject, "Wen Shilang is in a good mood. It was a troubled time at that time, and he still has the mind to investigate the people's sentiments?"

Asparagus's expression was still calm, but Nan Zhuo inexplicably caught a trace of sadness: "It's not that the official has leisure and elegance, it's just that the official's father passed away and ordered me to bury him in Qingyu Town, his ancestral home."

Nan Zhuo suddenly realized that if he was an official in this dynasty, if his parents passed away, Ding You didn't say anything, that is to say, he didn't have to resign, just asked for leave.For some reason, he blurted out: "Who else is in Wen Aiqing's family?"

Wen Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then said respectfully: "Returning to Your Majesty, there is still a mother and a younger sister who has not left the cabinet at home. This minister has not neglected his duties."

As soon as Nan Zhuo said that, he regretted it, and said, "I understand." He stood up, "Okay, let's go up here for today's court, and we will discuss the disaster relief at another day."

"Retire." "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Asparagus followed behind the crowd, feeling a little depressed, the emperor asked why he didn't listen to the end of his speech?Just a few words.Moreover, thinking of the performance of the new emperor in the past month, he felt a little complicated. When the previous emperor was alive, he had heard that the third prince had no intention of taking the throne and had a random disposition. Seeing His Majesty's sitting posture, seeing His Majesty's playful expression when the ministers were blushing, Wen Zhu sighed silently.Fortunately, the emperor's decision is still very wise.

"Master Wen, Master Wen?" Seeing that the person should not respond, Fushi walked quickly and patted the other person's shoulder lightly.

Wen Zhu was slandering the current day, he was in a trance and didn't hear it for a while, and he was a little guilty when he was suddenly photographed, he turned around, pinched his cuffs and said calmly: "Hello, Mrs. Fu, I was a little preoccupied with things just now, I'm very sorry."

Fu Shi smiled, his eyes were narrowed: "Master Wen is concerned about the country and the people, we all know that. I'm here to bring a message for the Holy Majesty, please go to the imperial study."

"...Please trouble me to lead the way." I have only been an official for two years, and I have not been summoned by the emperor, let alone been to the imperial study, and of course I don't know the route.

It was almost March, and it was the day when the grass grew and the warblers flew. On both sides of the path, the branches were spitting out new greenery. Asparagus followed Mr. Shi Fu and stepped on the round cobblestones to the imperial study. The cool wind blew his clothes, as if Father's whispers.

"A man should have a clear conscience standing between heaven and earth, you must keep the bottom line in your heart."

"Lord Wen, we're here." Shi Fu reminded softly, "Your Majesty is waiting inside."

"Thank you, Eunuch." Wenzhu arched his hands and stepped in.

After only two steps, the thick and delicate air of the book enveloped the person coming, and the light in the hall was slightly dim.Black lacquer and gilt furniture, fine and small, rosewood screen with enamel frame, flowers and birds painted on it, a bed, yellow kang felt pads on top, red flower kang blanket, multi-treasure grid, rare and antiques inside, turn a little Then, the emperor, who was penning his pen and working diligently, appeared in the field of vision.

Asparagus lifted his robe and knelt down: "See Your Majesty."

Nan Zhuo finished writing "Yuan", put down his ink pen, and said, "Get up. Sit down."

Asparagus hesitated for a moment, and sat down on the low stool next to him.

"Just now, about the Qingyu town's grain payment, you should talk about it in detail. Don't have any scruples."

"Yes." Asparagus saluted, and pinched his cuffs, "I have been to Qingyu Town before, and the people resumed farming and there was a lot of food left. In the past, they would be transported to the grain store in exchange for money. However, The food relief that the prefect of Anyang asked for cut off this way of making money."

"Oh?"

"Although the evidence is insufficient, there must be corrupt officials in Anyang and they are powerful. They stopped the relief food, or shoddy it or distributed it in reduced quantities. A large amount of high-quality food was not distributed, but those officials did not need food. They If what they want is money, they will sell it at a lower price, causing the price of food in Anyang to be extremely low and the people to suffer.”

Nan Zhuo pondered for a moment: "According to what you said, did the people not resist?"

Asparagus shook his head: "Perhaps the anger of the people is not enough. After all, the people have just gone through a catastrophe and don't want to make trouble anymore. Most of them will choose to endure."

"If this is the case, if you can hide it for so long, there must be helpers in the court."

"I don't dare to speak nonsense, I wanted to report more evidence, but today it was revealed." Wen Zhu sighed.

"Anyway, the treasury doesn't have any money right now, so why not take this opportunity to investigate clearly. You and I will go to Qingyu Town again." Also give me a reputation as the emperor.Nan Zhuo had been in the palace for a month, and wanted to go out for a long time to breathe. No matter how big the palace is, the sky is square, like a cage.

Wenzhu's eyes widened in shock when he heard the words. In his impression, the emperor mostly sits in the palace, and private visits in micro-services should also be when the politics are clear and the world is stable. Now the emperor has only been on the throne for more than a month. When you are in power, how can you leave without authorization?

"Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible. The humble minister can go, but your majesty is the body of the emperor, and it is in a special period, so you should..."

Nan Zhuo raised his hand to interrupt him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's a regular month, and you can come back as soon as you go."

Facing the smiling face of the emperor, Wen Zhu opened his mouth and did not say anything after all.

With the established plan, Nan Zhuo acted swiftly, and temporarily handed over the affairs of the court to the sixth department, ordered Shi Fu to pack his luggage, called the hidden guards to give instructions, and left the palace with two guards.

"Your Majesty, take this old slave with you, otherwise how can this old slave feel at ease when you live and sleep in the open air." Shi Fu sent the man to the gate of the palace, and finally couldn't help but speak, his whole face wrinkled into a bun.

Nan Zhuo turned around and said earnestly: "Shi Fu, have you forgotten? Why did I let you stay?"

Shi Fu's face became more wrinkled, and he nodded: "This old servant will obey the holy will."

"Okay, then Zhen, no, then I'll go." Nan Zhuo patted him on the shoulder. Shi Fu served the original owner for more than ten years with all his heart, and the relationship was deeper than that of a simple master and servant.

Asparagus (serious face): Your Majesty, it's time for you to approve the memorial.

Nan Zhuo: I have already finished the approval.

Asparagus (pushing away the approaching face): Your Majesty, it's time for you to eat.

Nan Zhuo (licking lips): Isn't this about to be used?

Asparagus (twitching the corner of his mouth): Your Majesty, this is not in line with etiquette.

Nan Zhuo (falling down): No, this is a gift from Duke Zhou.

Asparagus: Your Majesty... Mmmm

The author has something to say: Tianjiazhuang is a village rich in New Year pictures, but now that the New Year has just passed, it looks like an ordinary and peaceful small village.

"Hey! Old man Li, why are you running so fast? What are you rushing for?" Tian Amo, who went out to splash water, shouted with an empty basin in her hand. She is still running so fast at such an age, and she is not afraid of flashing her waist.

The old man Li who passed by the door slowed down, turned his head and said with a serious expression: "It's a big deal, a big deal! Qinghe can go out!" To the youthful age.

"Qinghe?" Tian Amo reacted, and slapped her thigh suddenly, "Hasn't he been paralyzed for a few years? Ouch, I have to go and see!"

Throwing the basin from the door into the yard, Ama Tian also hurried towards Old Man Li, meeting many fellow travelers along the way.When we arrived at Tian Sheng's house, we could see a lot of people around from a distance. Everyone stretched their necks and stood on tiptoes, like young birds eagerly waiting for food.

Tian Qinghe, who has attracted much attention, is sitting on a wooden wheelchair in the yard, pushing the wheels around.The uncle carpenter is very skilled, and the wheelchair is polished smooth and round. Even if it is made of wood, it does not take much effort to push it. However, because there are no inflated tires to cushion, and the dirt road is full of potholes, it is bumpy to walk.

However, nothing can stop Tian Qinghe's excitement. After three years, he can finally get out of bed!Although he still can't leave, at least he can basically take care of himself, and he can also help the family with some things.Thinking of being able to cook a meal for the children in the future, Father Tian's eyes couldn't help getting moist. He pushed the wheelchair and came to Miao An and his party. He wanted to say thank you, but he felt that nothing could express his gratitude. In love, he looked up at Tian Sheng, his expression was like laughing or crying, his lips were trembling uncontrollably.Tian Sheng was really about to cry, but he just smiled foolishly at his father.

Seeing this, Miao An sighed, squatted down, supported Father Tian's unconscious leg, and said softly, "Uncle, the future must be a good day."

"Hey! Hey!" Tian Qinghe nodded vigorously, rubbing his red eyes with his rough hands.

Tian Le jumped from Qiu Wen's side into Tian Qinghe's arms, laughing non-stop, causing Tian Qinghe to laugh too, rubbing his little head.

"What is this? I haven't heard of it before." There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and one person couldn't help but ask the person next to him.

"I don't know, those few people are not from our village, but from what they said, they seem to be called... wheelchairs." The person who was poked replied.

"Having this is very convenient."

"Yes, yes, but not many people can use it."

Miao An has more or less heard some discussions, and letting so many people see it is part of his plan. This is a good opportunity to expand publicity. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "Folks, everyone has seen this wheelchair too. , can move freely, and the injured person can control it himself, which is very convenient. Moreover, if there are elderly people at home who have difficulty moving, this can also be used, is it much better than crutches?"

"Where did you get it?" a voice asked.

"This one……"

"It was made by this uncle carpenter." Mo Su replied ahead of Miao An, "In the future, anyone who wants to buy can just find him."

The uncle carpenter who was pushed out was soon surrounded by people, pulling him to ask this and that.

It seems that everyone is very interested in this.Miao An thought.Because of the crowd, he dragged Mo Su to hide in a corner.

"Are you unhappy?" Mo Su approached Miao An and asked in a low voice, with a slightly nervous expression on his face.

"Huh?" Miao An didn't understand what he meant, why did she look like a little daughter-in-law all of a sudden?

"That's right, it didn't say that the wheelchair was actually your idea."

Mo Su felt that it was a good thing that his husband was well-informed, and he was proud of being able to come up with such an awesome thing. Even if there were some little secrets that he didn't know, he would wait for him to say it when he wanted to. .But if it spreads, it might not be so. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Xiao An is just an ordinary married brother who has never been to school. Even if he can read a few words, it is impossible to make something like a wheelchair. In this way, rumors and gossip will definitely be unavoidable, so it is better to directly push it to the uncle carpenter. He has been doing woodwork for so many years, and it is not too abrupt to be able to make a wheelchair.But, after all, it was Miao An's painstaking effort, so he just gave it up to others, wouldn't he be unhappy?

It can only be said that Miao An and Mo Su have a good understanding. Even if Mo Su doesn't open his mouth, he will not admit that the wheelchair is his idea. What a low-key person he is, diligent, honest, How can you show off like this, right?Cough, to be serious, in fact Miao An thinks about the same as Mo Su, he just doesn't want to make a big show and attract people's suspicion. Besides, when his movable type printing comes out, it will inevitably be another eye-catching sensation. It would be nice if the money could be obtained for one thing, and those who have no name are just floating clouds.

However, Miao An touched his chin, Mo Su's reaction was so cute, do you want to tease him?The heart is not as good as the action, and the hand on the chin directly covered the eyes. Miao An felt a heartache, cough, no, the heartache was unbearable, and he was actually rubbing his fingers secretly to observe Mo Su's reaction.

Sure enough, Mo Su, a husband who was sad, was like an enemy. He was at a loss around Miao An, so he turned around and said softly, "Don't be angry, I'll go back and fry steamed buns for you, okay? No, do it twice less tonight? No, let’s do it less once. Xiaoan, Xiaoan..."

Miao An was very comfortable listening to it at first, but there was a black line behind her head, and she couldn't help but blush. This Mo Su, what has been thinking in his head all day long!He took his hand down, embraced the other party's neck, pinched Mo Su's cheek, felt refreshed instantly, smiled and whispered: "I'm not angry, even if you don't speak, I will say that Yes. I was teasing you just now."

Mo Su looked at his bright and lively smiling face so close, his heart moved, he leaned forward and kissed him, the kiss was on the lips, and when he retreated, he stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly.

"..."

Miao An slapped him, "What are you doing, there are so many people."

Mo Su stared at him without speaking, but Miao An understood the meaning in his eyes: It's okay, they are all around the carpenter uncle.Miao An paused, and finally returned a kiss, but it was on the face.Mo Su immediately got up, and hugged Miao An from behind, rubbing back and forth, um, hugging face to face would make him unable to resist kissing again.

Finally, the spectators gradually dispersed, the uncle carpenter also went home, and Miao An, Mo Su and Qiu Wen were also preparing to go home.Tian Sheng sent them out, and Miao An dragged Mo Su away first. Anyway, the two villages are not far apart. Let Qiu Wen chat with Tian Sheng for a while to deepen their relationship.

Qiu Wen walked slowly with his hands behind his back, Tian Sheng followed beside him, a little behind him, his eyes could not stop drifting towards him.

"It will be fine in the future. Uncle can move around, and your burden will be lighter." Qiu Wen was happy for Tian Sheng.

"Well, thanks to Miao An." Tian Sheng said with a smile.

"Yeah, I couldn't help much." Qiu Wen felt very regretful.

"No, no, no." Tian Sheng became nervous and waved his hands again and again, "I can't do without you, really!"

"Hahaha, why are you nervous?"

Tian Sheng also felt that he was making too much fuss, and scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, "Hey, Tian Leke likes you, and so does Dad. I always praise you, and she is reluctant to wear the clothes you gave me."

"They all like me, what about you?" Qiu Wen hit a straight ball.

"I...I..." Tian Sheng blushed, stuttering and unable to speak.

"Stupid!" Qiu Wen rolled his eyes and left quickly.

The dazed Tian Sheng looked at Qiu Wen's back, chasing him or not, and turned around in a circle.How to do how to do?Is Qiuwen angry?Do you want to catch up?But what are you going to say?Does he like me too?But marrying yourself will have to suffer...

After struggling, he was already far away, Tian Sheng had no choice but to go home dejectedly, he was really too timid.

Two days later, Tian Sheng came over to express his thanks, and the uncle carpenter told him that the wheelchair was Miao An's idea.

His coming was exactly what Miao An wanted. He originally planned to go to Tian Sheng's house to see how the wheelchair worked so that he could improve it in the future. Now that Tian Sheng came, he would save himself another trip.

Tian Sheng also brought a wooden board New Year picture, saying that Father Tian made it himself, because it was the first time he did it after so many years, so some places were slightly flawed.Miao An doesn't care about that, in his opinion, this New Year painting is already very beautiful, but it's just this theme...

"Father said, although this is called a New Year picture, it can be hung at home. It is a version carved with jujube wood. I hope you will have a baby soon!"

Miao An looked at the big fat baby on the New Year painting, his eyes wandered a little, Mo Su put his arms around his waist, and said domineeringly: "Of course, we will work hard."

Work hard!Miao An was sweating madly in his heart, and now he has been pestering him every night, no matter how hard he tries, will he pay off?How about doing it one less time? !

Mo Su lightly touched Miao An's waist to appease the furry Husband, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh then so cute.

Feeling blinded by Tian Sheng, weeping silently in his heart, he really wanted a husband.

Miao An, who was being shunned here, suddenly thought of something, pointed to the smooth New Year picture and asked, "You said this is carved from wood, but is that wood also carved by uncle?"

Tian Sheng nodded, of course, his father used to be an excellent carver, "Nian Hua Tian" was painted and asked him to carve.It was abandoned after being bedridden, and now it is a bit raw.

"Great!" Miao An became excited and grabbed Tian Sheng's arm, "I'm just worried that I can't find anyone!"

Mo Su calmly pulled him back, and explained to Tian Sheng: "Xiao'an wants to learn carving."

"Hey, it's easy." Tian Sheng laughed, "My father will definitely agree."

Miao An talked about the fact that he wanted to make clay type, and also mentioned that he couldn't cut the clay balls well, and took him to see his finished product.Tian Sheng looked at him with bright eyes, this guy is really amazing, how does he know so much?

Mo Su quietly stood between the two, and said to Tian Sheng, "I wonder if Uncle can teach us some skills in this area?"

Tian Sheng patted his chest and agreed, "Stop preaching, let my father carve it for you."

"How about that?"

"Anyway, he's still alive now, and he's not very good at engraving New Year pictures. Use this first to practice."

Miao An agreed, although he always felt a little bit of taking advantage of others, but a good craftsman would definitely not want to pass on his craftsmanship to irrelevant people. It might be better if Father Tian carved it himself.Anyway, when the time comes, give me more money, and don't worry about using others.

Tian Sheng took some words written by Mo Su back to explain the situation to his father. Miao An, who was sending him out, saw that Tian Sheng had left the house but did not look for Qiu Wen. What's wrong?Thinking in his heart, he called Tian Sheng to a stop. After hearing his question, Tian Sheng made a bitter face, saying that he had made Qiu Wen angry and dared not go to him.

Miao An, who had figured out the whole story, couldn't laugh or cry. If Mo Su didn't answer his question, he would be angry too. Tian Sheng's liking was so obvious, what was he struggling with?Could it be a family reason?But isn't Papa Tian much better?

Here, Mo Su directly took out a small wooden box and handed it to Tian Sheng, asking him to go back and study it carefully, just let go and do it boldly.

"What did you give him?" Miao An asked curiously.

"It's nothing." Mo Su smiled and stopped talking, letting Miao An pester him.

Outside the door, Tian Sheng, who couldn't help but open the box on the way, blushed, what did this Mo Su give!In addition to a lot of information about matchmakers, there is even a book of erotic pictures!

However, let go and do it boldly... Tian Sheng was thoughtful.