Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 226 Mu Wantang's Voting Certificate

She went around in a circle outside, and in a blink of an eye it was the winter moon again, and the snow was falling heavily, but the reform of the farmland was progressing very fast, so many dignitaries fell from their horses, and those who had a chance to take chances did not dare to come out to act as assassins head off.

Some fields are nothing more than your own life.

Song Yuan temporarily stayed in Hongnong, which is adjacent to Jingzhao, and Tian Mu's innovation is very beautiful, and she doesn't need to bother at all, and Song Shi also came here to meet her.

We haven't seen each other for a few months. When we met, Song Shi was very enthusiastic. He strode over and hugged Song Yuan with open arms: "You and I are brothers in one heart, and the reform of Tianmu can go smoothly."

Song Yuan smiled and said, "It's been a hard journey, cousin."

Song Shi let her go, looked at her carefully for a while but was slightly worried: "I'm thinner, I have encountered many difficult people along the way."

"I have encountered a lot, but compared to my cousin, I am much more relaxed. The few dignitaries that my cousin coordinates are tough, and they are much more difficult to deal with than the ones I encountered." Song Yuan asked him to sit down.

Song Shi took off his cloak and sat down: "In fact, the rich and powerful are easy to deal with, but the most difficult to deal with is the common people. After learning that the land released by the court can be owned by their own families after ten years of lease, some people block the road with their families. The reason is nothing more than that they have land of their own, and they have no spare energy to cultivate what the court released, but they are greedy for the benefits of their neighbors, so they make a lot of trouble, insisting that the court compensate them for their losses, which is the most difficult thing to do. "

"There are greedy people everywhere, and it's just that they can't see others taking half of the benefits." Song Yuan poured hot tea for him: "Even if it has nothing to do with him, he will jump out and point fingers, lest others forget Like him, I don’t know what to plan.”

Song Shi noticed the scar on her hand, and immediately remembered that she had injured her arm last year, and said with concern: "You were injured last year. I heard that it was healed by cutting the flesh, but did you leave a scar?"

scar?
Song Yuan touched his arm: "Yes, but it's okay, I'm not shirtless, it doesn't have any effect."

"You have thin skin and tender flesh, and it's a pity to leave scars." Song Shi ordered someone to bring something: "This is the ointment I discovered by accident, and it is said that no matter how serious the scars are, you can try it. If it’s really useful, I’ll order someone to look for it for you?”

Song Yuan was a little uncomfortable being cared about by him: "My cousin is interested, but there is no need to bother. I have been beaten since I was a child, and I don't really care about these two old scars."

"I've heard that even old wounds may attack and kill someone." Song Shi took her hand, took some ointment and rubbed it on the scar on her hand carefully: "So, it's better not to be careless .”

Wei Yan watched from the sidelines, almost breaking out in cold sweat. He was afraid that this thing would be poisonous and would directly kill Song Yuan, but it was not easy to stop him, so he could only grab the hem of his clothes in a hurry, thinking that he would find a chance to wipe it off immediately. Just drop it.

Song Yuan remained silent, and waited for him to let go before saying: "Cousin, don't scare me."

Song Shi smiled and put the ointment on the table: "It's always right to have a long-term mind, and I didn't say this for no reason. I met on the road and was cut by a hatchet when I was young. It’s not a big deal, the bleeding was stopped and healed, but as a result of getting a little older, the scars began to rot and fester, and he died without treatment, which is really scary.”

"So serious?" Song Yuan heard for the first time: "The people who fight in the battlefield, don't they all have such hidden dangers?"

Song Shi nodded, and took a sip of his tea with a regretful expression.

"Young Master." The guard rushed over: "Someone wants to see you, Young Master."

Song Yuan looked at him, saw him blink, and immediately understood that it was inconvenient for the visitor to reveal his identity, so he could only bid farewell to Song Shi first.

As soon as he came out, Wei Yan Lima pulled his sleeves and wiped Song Yuan's hands violently: "Young master is really big-hearted, if this is something poisonous, you will be cold tonight."

Song Yuan was hurt by rubbing: "It's not enough, just lighten up, it's all red."

Wei Yan had to smell it after wiping, feeling that it wasn't clean, subconsciously spit out and continued wiping, Song Yuan withdrew his hand quickly, glanced at him while wiping the snow.

Spit at every turn, what's wrong?
Wei Yan snorted dissatisfied, and continued to babble: "Song Shi mentions that the old injury has relapsed, and the subordinates always feel that he is uneasy and kind. Our sons are all practicing martial arts in the army. Who is not injured at all?"

"I know, just be on guard." Song Yuan responded, then turned to ask the guard: "Who is here to ask for a visit?"

"Miss Mu, Mu Wantang."

Song Yuan was taken aback, Mu Wantang actually came, she immediately ran up, ignoring the slippery road in the snow, rushed all the way, and barely stopped when she reached the door, grabbing the door, and looked into the room, Mu Wantang drinking tea.

The weather was very cold, and she was wearing very thick clothes, but even so, her cheeks and nose were flushed from the cold. When she saw Song Yuan, a smile exploded on her face, and she stood up immediately. She has grown a lot taller. A slim girl.

"Young master." Mu Wantang did not forget the etiquette.

Song Yuan hurriedly helped her up, and then clasped his fists together: "I have troubled the girl to waste so much energy with a letter of request, I am very grateful."

Mu Wantang shook her head, and quickly opened the package on the table: "This is what the young master wanted. We found it after searching for a long time on the Gobi Desert after we left the customs. I brought back a lot of goods and seeds. After asking the local people, I bought a field in the northwest of Weiwei and planned to plant this thing."

Song Yuan looked at the snow-white cotton in the bundle, and was shocked by it for a moment, touched it carefully, and couldn't believe there was such a light, thick and soft thing in the world: "It is indeed a good thing."

"I had someone make a dress." Mu Wantang opened another bag and took out a gown: "Young master, try it on yourself?"

Song Yuan immediately agreed, took off his big cloak and fox fur jacket, and immediately felt cold and cold, but once he put on the jacket, he quickly warmed up: "That's right, that's good, this thing's effect of keeping warm is no better than that of a fox fur jacket. Bad jacket."

Mu Wantang was full of smiles, and the shopkeeper who followed him saw that Mu Wantang hadn't explained the reason for his visit, so he couldn't hold back and said, "Young master, in order to find this thing, our girl went out of customs and suffered a lot. , All the wealth has been invested in, and I hope the young master will take pity on him."

Song Yuan looked at Mu Wantang. She only found out about the seizure of Mu Wantang's family property later on. Now that she heard that she had left the customs in person, she felt more and more guilty: "Don't worry, I will introduce you to the emperor. This is for the benefit of the country. The good deeds of the people will definitely not let you suffer."

"En." Mu Wantang nodded, looking at another big burden: "This is the certificate I prepared, a quilt made of cotton, I hope to present it to the emperor."

She was prepared, and Song Yuan felt more at ease: "Then we will leave for Jingzhao tomorrow. The weather is cold now, and there is no better opportunity than this."

"Okay." Mu Wantang took out the customs clearance token in her arms: "This thing will also return to its original owner."

(End of this chapter)