Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 415 News from the Fang Family

Liu Hai knew that the fruit wine of the Meng family was in short supply, and it was a good product that could not be bought even if there was money in the northern Xinjiang area.

Otherwise, Mr. Yan would not use flying pigeons to pass letters, so let him come to Meng's house to let him know first, because he is afraid that he will be bought out.

There are also those dried seafood, cooked after soaking, the taste is extremely delicious, and the children in the family like to use it for dinner.

Thinking that if he brought these things home today, his wife and children would be happy.

The grandfather and grandson sent Liu Hai away, and sat in the room talking with a smile.The old man's face was radiant, and there was no trace of distress and embarrassment on his face.

"Hehe, my grandfather thought that our family was going to be rich again, and this year's money would be saved for nothing. I didn't expect Lord Yan to help the Qingzhou refugees complain in front of the Holy One. The Holy One is kind, and distributed disaster relief money and food to these Qingzhou refugees. Futons, it will be much easier for you, Grandpa Song, and the others to survive this winter."

Fu Xinci really wanted to spit on that shitty emperor who didn't do anything, but now it was her grandfather who was singing the praises of him, so she endured it.

He listened to his grandfather rambling in his ears, but in his mind, he was thinking about when the somewhat useless emperor would be able to go to the West Paradise earlier.

But if you think about it carefully, they are all taught by the same model, so what difference can there be?

This old man at least Yan Yi can still speak, but it might not be so if it was his son.

The so-called one king and one courtier, when the time comes, no one will help them speak, maybe life will be even more difficult.

Alas, let's just get on with it.

"However, Yan Yi performed well this time."

"That's right, if it wasn't for Master Yan's righteous words, the emperor would not be able to issue this order. You, Grandpa Song, and the others have really benefited."

Yan Yi didn't know yet, but in Uncle Meng's heart, he had already risen to a new level of being a loyal minister and general who speaks out of justice and is upright.

Alas, if he himself heard it, he would probably blush with shame. His original intentions are considered good, but they have nothing to do with speaking out.

With the help of the imperial court for disaster relief, Grandpa Meng didn't hide anything. He went to the school himself and told Bantou Song and the others about this great news.

Fu Xinci also followed.

Song Bantou and the others were greatly encouraged after hearing this.Seeing that Mayor Meng was troubled by not being able to find workers to build a house for them, he volunteered.

"Mayor Meng, let's build this house ourselves." Song Ban took the lead and said while looking at everyone.

"Old Song, you can't be brave in this matter, can your bones do it?" Grandpa Meng could think of the flood and escape, plus the long-distance migration of these few.

Alas, just think of it as a migration. If you talk too much, it will be tears.Everyone's bodies were worn out, worse than when they were exiled to Liaodong.

Song Bantou's resolute face carried a look of hope that he had never had before. "Mayor Meng, we have also rested for several days, and our bones have recovered a lot."

"Yeah, I seem to have all the strength in my body again." Seeing the hope of living, Zhang Daudao's voice was obviously tougher than before.

"Mayor Meng, don't worry! Our bodies are our own, and we have a sense of propriety. Besides, when we see you, we don't want to die. We still want to live a happy life with you."

Lao Lin is worthy of being literate, and the words he speaks are rougher than those big bosses.

"Yes, Mayor Meng, you just agree." The refugees in Qingzhou wanted to stay and live with Mayor Meng, and they no longer wanted to wander around like rootless duckweed.

The indifference and blindness they have encountered in the past few months, they have no ability to experience it again.

Now they just want to live a good life with Mayor Meng. In their simple and simple hearts, where there is Mayor Meng, they can have a stable home.

Grandpa Meng saw that everyone insisted on building a house by himself, and he also knew that blocking it was not the answer. It dispelled everyone's enthusiasm, and it was not easy to get together.

So he readily agreed.

Seeing that everyone was in a good mood, Fu Xinci took the opportunity to go up to Bantou Song and asked about Fangjia Village.

"Grandpa Song, do you know the situation in Fangjia Village?"

"Know some." Song Bantou knew that Meng's family and Fang's family were related by marriage, and it was already the limit for this kind-hearted girl to ask him about Fang's family until today.

"Fangjia Village is located on a high terrain. When we passed by, we saw some houses with exposed roofs. Unlike in the county town, the vast ocean is already covered with water, and nothing is left to be seen."

"Did Grandpa Song see my grandma's family?"

"No. But at that time, according to the people in Fangjia Village, your grandma's family left relatives."

"Visit relatives?"

"Well. It seems that your aunt's youngest brother got married, and everyone in your grandma's family went to have a wedding banquet. Your aunt's family lived on the mountain, so the Fang family escaped the disaster."

"Really?"

"Really. It's just that when we left Qingzhou, we didn't see Fang's family."

"That's good, that's good, thank you Grandpa Song for telling us." After Fu Xinci thanked Grandpa Song, he ran home.

Her mother has been out of her wits for the past few days, and cried secretly several times, but she just dare not open her mouth to inquire about her family's affairs.

Fang was afraid that after asking, she would say that the family members were gone, and she couldn't stand it.

Don't ask, she can still comfort herself that her father, mother and younger brother may still be living well somewhere.

Fang's head was drooping and she was thinking wildly, when she heard her daughter's hurried voice coming in from outside, "Mother, mother, my grandma and the others are fine, they are all fine."

"Ci'er, what did you say?" When Fang Shi asked this sentence, tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"Mom, I just asked Grandpa Song secretly, and Grandpa Song said: On the day of the flood, my aunt's youngest brother got married, and my grandma's family went to the mountain to drink wedding wine, so they escaped disaster."

"Really? Did you really say that, Grandpa Song?"

"That's what Grandpa Song said."

"Woo, woo." Fang finally dared to cry, she finally got the news of her natal family.

When Fu Yu came back, he was also happy to hear his daughter talk about Yue's family.

Only when no one was around at night, Grandpa Meng talked to himself silently in the dark.

"Baozhen, it's all my husband's fault. My son and daughter-in-law have long wanted to take you over to be reunited with us. It's my husband's insistence that my son send me back to Qingzhou after my husband has been a hundred years old. We are reuniting. "

"After all, there are father-in-law and mother-in-law in Qingzhou. I'm afraid that father-in-law and mother-in-law's homeland will be hard to leave. Who knows that this flood will make the idea of ​​being a husband come to naught, and it will also make you... Alas, it's all because of your husband's self-willedness and insistence on going your own way, which made you today …,Ugh!"

The old man's faint sigh penetrated the long night and scattered in the night wind.

(End of this chapter)