The next day, Ye Zhenzhen specially put her hair in a woman's bun and wore women's clothes. Coincidentally, as soon as she opened the door, she saw the old man of the house who was feeding chickens in the yard.
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and nodded: "Good morning, old man."
The old man who owned the house had a shocked and dazed look on his face, as if he couldn't understand how a good young gentleman could suddenly turn into a real person after just one night's work.
Fortunately, Mo Yan's timely appearance saved the house owner's shaky outlook: "Madam, Lang Jun, Brother Zhou, and Brother Wu went to the fields and will be back soon, so you don't have to worry."
No wonder I didn't see anyone there early in the morning. It turned out that I was on an inspection trip again.
Ye Zhenzhen nodded, then smiled at the owner of the house who had recovered from his composure: "Old man, I'm sorry to bother you, I want to borrow the kitchen for use. Isn't it convenient?"
The old man's dark face immediately turned red. He didn't dare to look directly at her, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Madam, please do so."
Satisfied, Ye Zhenzhen went to the kitchen to make a fire and boil water. The old man who owned the house was kind-hearted and worried that she would not be able to light a fire, so he came over to take a look. When he saw the flames successfully lit in the stove, his expression was more complicated than knowing that she was
The woman was even more surprised.
This old man is so funny and his expressions are so rich.
Ye Zhenzhen became interested in chatting and took the initiative to chat: "Aren't you surprised that I can make a fire? In fact, I am also a peasant girl. I have been tinkering with this stove for more than ten years."
Ahem, in fact, she didn't know how to make a fire to cook when she first came here. She only learned this skill based on memory later. But, what she said was not a lie, so she didn't blush at all.
Sharing a common origin is indeed the only way to get closer. The old man's sense of distance and fear subsided, and he asked curiously: "Madam, are you kidding me? You look like you come from a noble family."
She looks like a lady, even the county magistrate's wife is not as noble as you, how could she be a peasant girl?"
"I really didn't lie to you. I was just lucky enough to marry a good man and my life is pretty good now."
The old man thought of Cui Langjun who bought a bathtub last night, and couldn't help but nodded in agreement.
With these reasons, the old man's guard was quickly put down, and Ye Zhenzhen was able to successfully talk about things like how the magistrate of Feng County was doing, how the crops were growing in the fields, and how the folks in the village were living.
how……
Ye Zhenzhen just boiled water and got all the information she wanted to know from the old man. Especially when the old man tasted her special deluxe version of Zhuangyuan Noodles, he kindly took out his own money.
Already.
So when Cui Weizhen and the two guards came back, what they saw was Ye Zhenzhen and the old man sitting under the roots of the tree in the yard, chatting, and they looked very weird for a while.
You are really approachable.
Ye Zhenzhen waved to them proudly: "You guys came back just in time. I have just cooked the No. 1 Scholar Noodles. Come over and eat them. If you don't eat them, the noodles will get burnt."
Zhou Wu and Wu San were a little flattered and said repeatedly: "How can I excuse you, madam, to do it yourself? Just let us do this rough work."
Cui Weizhen couldn't help but glance at Mo Yan.
Mo Yan was extremely aggrieved. It wasn't that he was ignorant, but that the madam was interested. He couldn't disturb the madam's interest, right? When the madam was unhappy, he was still the one to be blamed.
So he bowed his head like he was being scolded.
Ye Zhenzhen waved her hands: "It's okay, it's just a matter of convenience, you're welcome. Mo Yan, go and wash the dishes and chopsticks, and let's all eat the noodles together."
Mo Yan immediately responded. After a while, the dishes and chopsticks were washed. Now he was clever and took the initiative to help everyone put the noodles into bowls and delivered them to everyone's hands one by one. Finally, he got his own husband.
An approving look.
Ye Zhenzhen cooked a lot of noodles this time and there was still a lot left in the pot, so she said to the old man who secretly swallowed his saliva: "Old man, you can have another bowl."
The old man immediately waved his hand in embarrassment: "No, no, why am I so embarrassed? I'm already full."
"They're all home-made Zhuangyuan noodles. They're not worth much. Don't be polite, old man." Ye Zhenzhen said, "Just think of this as firewood money."
There are firewood everywhere on the mountain. Where do you need money for firewood?
However, before he could continue to refuse, Mo Yan took the initiative to help him get another bowl. The old man thanked him profusely and ate the noodles happily.
A bowl of noodles was not too much, and the old man didn't need to be elegant when eating noodles. He finished it after a few mouthfuls. After eating, he didn't want to wash the dishes. Instead, he poured boiling water, rinsed it and drank it.
He probably felt a little embarrassed, so he explained awkwardly: "I haven't had any meat in my house for more than half a year, so I made you laugh."
Cui Weizhen was quite unhappy when he saw it. He had just gone to the fields to see that the crops in the fields were not growing very well. This had a lot to do with the fact that the county magistrate had neglected his duties and failed to provide disaster relief in time.
As a result, the people delayed spring planting, which resulted in the current chain reaction.
"I heard that the Yamen allows people to borrow food. Why don't you go, old man?"
"Let's go. I learned the news early in the morning. It's just that my legs and feet are not good, so I stayed at home. My wife, son and daughter-in-law went to the county yesterday."
No wonder he is the only one in his family.
Yesterday, he was probably wary and only said that his family members went to visit relatives in a neighboring village. Now that he knew they were not a threat, he dared to tell the truth.
Just like keeping wealth secret, for farmers, food is their lifeblood.
"Aren't you worried about not having enough food after the autumn harvest?" Cui Weizhen asked.
He visited the fields this morning and found that although many villagers in this village knew about this policy, they were still worried and did not dare to borrow food.
Because this year's harvest is not good, if the taxes that need to be paid are added to it, they may not be able to repay the Yamen for the grain.
Although Cui Weizhen has written to the emperor to reduce or reduce taxes in Mingzhou Prefecture, he has not yet received a reply, and he cannot make any promises to the people. As for the work-for-relief issue, it is not appropriate to make any announcement until it has not happened yet, so this time
It was very helpless.
Unexpectedly, the old man was very transparent: "I'm worried, of course I'm worried. But our newly appointed prefect is a good official who loves the people like his own son. He caught corrupt officials for us when he came here, and now he even offers to lend us food. He will replace it in the future."
If we have enough food, we will definitely not do anything to force the people. When I think about it, I feel more at ease."
Cui Weizhen couldn't help but smile with relief. Wu San, Zhou Wu, Mo Yan and others all had expressions of pride, as if the old man had just praised them.
Ye Zhenzhen was more happy for Cui Weizhen. Only she knew how much effort he had put in for the people under his rule. He deserved every praise from the people.
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I have to suffer the double debuff of aunt and cold every month, what kind of curse is this~~~~~