Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

Jiang Ruyi looked at Song Xiyue at this time and felt that everything was awkward.

When the child saw her, she cried for mother, which made her heart melt, so she never doubted that the child would be exchanged.

Now that I think about it, it was all Song Xiyue's scheming.

Jiang Ruyi closed her eyes, hiding the disgust in her heart, and said softly: "Chang Song Xiyue, please change your name back to your original name from now on."

Song Xiyue was startled, knowing that the most dangerous stage had passed.

She didn't hesitate, hugging Jiang Ruyi and crying for a while, then knelt down and kowtowed to her: "My daughter, listen to my mother-in-law, I can change her name to whatever you want me to."

Jiang Ruyi stared at her coldly for a while and said, "Get up and tell me about your little cousin."

Song Xiyue stood up and said with tears in her eyes: "Are you talking about the little cousin of the third uncle and the third aunt?"

Jiang Ruyi was sullen and speechless.

Song Xiyue lowered her head and thought for a moment, then said in a low voice: "My little cousin is very good with her third uncle and third aunt, and her grandparents also like her very much. Every time there is something delicious to eat, they stick close to her, and they often ask me to take her to play. "

Jiang Ruyi frowned slightly, a little disbelieving in her heart, but her anger was a little calmer.

No matter what Song Xiyue said was true or false, as long as Chang'an lived well, she would feel relieved.

The letter also said that Jiang Ruyi was actually very happy that her husband had raised the flag.

If he can return safely, he will definitely return to his hometown first.

That's fine, Chang'an was handed over to his care.

At this time, the little boy who was more than four years old came back and shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Grandma! Grandma! I want a drink of water."

Jiang Ruyi immediately stood up, picked him up, and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief: "Brother Yao, where did you go to play? Look at the sweat, change your clothes quickly."

Then he ordered the little girl to pour water for the young master to drink, while he took the inner clothes for the little boy to change into.

Song Xiyue's eyes were always staring at the young master, and her heart was burning when she thought of Zhang Yao, the young prince of the Hou Mansion, who had a beautiful tree in the wind in her previous life.

There is no rush, since she has plenty of time anyway, in this life she will accompany the future prince to grow up and be his close and good sister.

After May, the weather gets hotter and hotter.

The drought in Anyang Prefecture is still severe, but Lingqiu County can barely survive.

This also caused the tax collectors to go to work early and beat the gong to ask the villagers to pay the summer tax as soon as possible.

The people in Songjia Village didn't feel much about this, because one or two people from each household went out to dig wells with Song Sanshun. In less than a month, each family earned at least twenty guan, which was enough to pay the tax.

Huaishu Village, which is adjacent to Songjia Village, is still doing well. They go to Songjia Village every day to carry water to irrigate their fields. This summer's harvest is very good. They harvested four stones of millet per acre. This is an unprecedented bumper harvest. .

The evil spirit in Huaishu Village told the villagers to keep quiet to avoid being jealous.

The villagers naturally knew who would be jealous of them, and it was none other than Zuocun people.

Now Zuocun has offended Songjia Village. After being shut out, it is difficult to even get water. Sometimes he shamelessly goes to the well in Huaishu Village to get water.

Huaishu Village did not drive them away, they just beat them, because all the villagers in Huaishu Village came to collect water from the pond in Songjia Village.

"You don't know, since my grandfather drank the water from Songjiacun, the person who was paralyzed in bed suddenly recovered, and now he can come to Songjiacun on a walking stick and walk around." One person quietly chatted with his companions while scooping water. .

"Why come to Songjiacun?"

"Hey, look at the divine spring."

Another person nodded: "The water in this pond is indeed magical. My vegetable plot has grown so well this year. I can't finish the fruits and cowpeas. My mother picks a big armful of cowpeas every day, blanchs them and dries them for winter consumption." "I'm just telling you, why are the vegetables in my garden growing so crazy? It turns out that's the reason."

The villagers of Huaishu Village sighed, and an idea suddenly came to their minds:

How about picking up some water and selling it on the market? It is said that the sacred spring water can cure all diseases, and some people are willing to buy it.

So within a month, the news about the sacred spring in Songjia Village spread so much that even the county magistrate came to inspect it.

A group of officials came with the county magistrate. They looked at the Songjia Village pond and were secretly amazed.

The water in the pond was so clear that you could almost see the bottom. The pond was surrounded by lush vegetation, as if drought had never happened here.

Including the entire Songjiacun area, the vegetation is more lush than elsewhere, and there seem to be more birds than elsewhere.

Looking around the pond, there are all villagers fetching water.

They carried burdens, pushed carts, and some even used bullock carts to pull them.

Magistrate Zhao was a frail middle-aged man in his thirties or forties with three strands of beautiful beard. He walked to the pond, squatted down and took a sip of water.

"Well, the taste is indeed different from other places." Magistrate Zhao's eyes sparkled, and he turned around and asked the people around him: "Where is the Muramasa here?"

The clerk next to him quickly shouted: "Who is Muramasa? Come here and answer me quickly."

"I'm coming!"

When the patriarch saw hundreds of people coming to the village, he came out early to check. When he saw that they were all well-dressed officials, he did not dare to come over. When I heard someone greeting me, I quickly came over and bowed to the county magistrate: "I have met the county master."

Magistrate Zhao gave him a slight support and said with a smile: "No need to be polite, I invite you here to ask about the situation of the pond."

The patriarch blinked his eyes and said, "What do you want to ask me? I will tell you everything I know."

"I heard people say that the water in this pond can cure diseases, is it true?" Magistrate Zhao asked, stroking his beard.

The patriarch shook his head: "These are all rumors. If this pond is really so magical, how can we allow outsiders to come and attack it at will?"

He pointed to the surrounding villagers fetching water: "They are all from the surrounding villages. They came to carry water because they were short of water at home. The old man never stopped him."

Some villagers echoed: "Yes, Songjia Village is the most benevolent and righteous. We all rely on this pond to survive today."

"That's right! Everyone in Songjia Village knows how to dig wells and draw water out of them. They are really good at it." The villagers praised.

The clan leader felt proud when he heard this, but his face remained humble: "This pond was dug out by the old villagers with a spade. There has been water since then, so it is not what the rumors outside say."

Now the rumors outside are outrageous, saying that the gods sent down rain and it happened to fall on Songjiacun, and Songjiacun took advantage of it.

Today, he must take advantage of the county magistrate's presence to put this rumor to rest.

The county magistrate clasped his fists at him: "Song Weng is righteous, I will report the deeds of your village to the magistrate."

"Where there is." The patriarch responded humbly.

At this time, Song Dalang, the patriarch's son, brought several people over with tables, chairs and benches and placed them under the locust tree by the pond.

"Sir, please take a seat. It's very cool here. We all enjoy the coolness by the pond at night."

The clan leader asked the county magistrate and others to sit down, and asked Song Dalang to go to Song Sanshun's house to bring a large pot of fuji jelly and ingredients, and a bowl of powder to entertain the distinguished guests.

The county magistrate sat under the shade of the locust tree, eating hot and sour green jelly, and felt that all his fatigue was dissipated.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.