Sang Tianjiao girl is a little sweet

Chapter 591 I'm afraid some people are trying to plot against me again

Spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers.

The mulberry tree cut down last year has grown to the height of an adult's calf, and the mulberry fruit is slowly growing out.

When the Qingming Festival comes, many adults and children in the mulberry fields are wearing coir raincoats picking mulberries and sending them to Meihuaju for money.

Standing under the eaves, Hua Qian couldn't help frowning as she watched the continuous spring rain.

"It's been raining for several days in a row." After Hua Qian finished speaking, Nian'er, who was in her arms, babbled along, which made people laugh.

"Xiao Nian'er, don't you like rainy weather?" Hua Qian said, kissing Nian'er's face.

When Hua Qian approached her, the little girl grabbed her hair and pulled it hard.

Hua Qian was in pain, she bared her teeth and pulled her hair out of Nian'er's hand, and said with a smile: "Xiao Nian'er, you are not good, you are bullying mother."

Nian'er blinked her eyes, looked at her mother's aggrieved look, stretched out her fleshy little hand to pat her face, and then opened her mouth to kiss her.

Hua Qian, whose face was drooling, couldn't stop laughing, because even the gloom brought about by the rain disappeared.

Wuli, who was sitting at the concierge in charge of buying mulberries, was holding his walking son, Wuque, in his arms.

On weekdays, Wuli has to follow Huaqian, and Wuque has always been taken care of by Zhao Da's daughter-in-law.

And Zhao Da's family, and the other three families who came to Qingshui Village with him to settle down, have always been long-term workers of Hua Qian's family.

"Master, it seems that this rain will last for a while." Wu Li said with a frown.

Such continuous rainy weather is most annoying to children who love to play.

Xie Zhenzhen who came back from school looked at the soaked embroidered shoes and pouted, "It's so annoying, the new shoes made by mother are wet again."

Xie Jinyu, who walked into the house with her, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the rainwater from her head, "Go back and change quickly, don't get sick."

Xie Zhenzhen pouted, and reluctantly went back to the backyard, her delicate appearance was very cute.

The next day, the light rain finally stopped, and the sun came out for a while in the afternoon.

In the days that followed, the weather was always fine, and every household was busy with spring planting.

But no one thought that after they planted in spring, it would start to rain again that day.

Everyone was happy when it first planted, because the seeds will germinate faster in this way.

However, after more than ten consecutive days, the villagers couldn't laugh anymore.

Fortunately, in the past few years, people in the village have built large tile-roofed houses, so they are not afraid of the roof leaking in rainy days.

Standing under the eaves, the village chief was very worried when he saw that the rain was getting stronger.

"When will the rain stop? If this continues, the seeds in the field will probably be moldy." The village chief sighed, and the dry smoke in his mouth kept rattling.

Standing beside him, Mrs. Chen couldn't help frowning, "You old man, you can't smoke less, you'll choke to death!"

After taking a puff of smoke, the village head handed the cigarette stick to Mrs. Chen, "Stop smoking, stop smoking."

Mrs. Chen took the cigarette stick as if to throw it into the rain, and the village head was so frightened that he reached out to grab it.

"It's not lost! What are you in a hurry for?" Chen gave the village chief a light look, and put the cigarette stick on the stool behind him.

Suddenly, the pattering rain turned into heavy rain in an instant, pattering on the roof, as if it was about to penetrate the tiles.

The village head and Mrs. Chen, who were still standing under the eaves, were splashed by the rainwater flowing from the tiles and wet the hem of their clothes.

Seeing this, Mrs. Chen took the village head back to the hall.

Spring is cold and cold, how warm and cold.

If you don't pay attention to this kind of weather, you are most likely to get sick.

In addition to the continuous rain, many people in the village fell ill. Fortunately, they were all mild colds and coughs, which were not intractable diseases.

This spring rain lasted for more than a month before it stopped.

Not long after the rain stopped, I heard that there was a flood in the Jiangnan area, and many families lost their homes and relatives.

The imperial court sent officials to provide relief, but the situation did not improve.

There was a drought in the north last year, and floods in the south of the Yangtze River this year. The imperial treasury can only be withdrawn, and it may not last long.

Sure enough, after a while, I heard that the emperor issued an imperial decree, asking Xie's family to contribute to disaster relief.

When the ancestors of the Xie family and the first emperor called each other brothers, they had already written a contract, and half of the silver earned by the Xie family would be donated to the national treasury.

In years of natural disasters, the Xie family will also contribute to disaster relief.

However, after Xie Zhao took over as the head of the family, the Xie family received less and less money every year, and naturally the money donated to the national treasury was also relatively reduced.

Calling them to provide disaster relief at this time, I'm afraid I won't be happy in my heart.

After all, no one likes to spend the money they earn on irrelevant people.

But the emperor's life is difficult, even if Xie's family is not willing to do it, they must do it, and if they do it, I'm afraid they won't be so dedicated.

In mid-April, a group of disaster victims from the Jiangnan area poured into Guyu Town one after another.

In the beginning, there were rich households who set up sheds to provide porridge, but as the number of people increased, these wealthy households were also somewhat unable to do what they wanted.

As a result, the victims started to rob houses when they were hungry, and injured many people, but no one was killed.

Later, someone spread the word among the victims that the Meihuaju in Qingshui Village had a lot of food, and they would not starve to death there.

When Hua Qian was having breakfast, she heard the commotion outside the yard, as if going to a market, she couldn't help frowning.

"This breakfast is not allowed to be eaten! What are the outsiders arguing about?" After Hua Qian complained, Aunt Gui hurried into the flower hall.

"Miss, a large number of disaster victims have come to the village, and the village chief is negotiating with them. However, those disaster victims are unwilling to leave and insist on staying in the village. They also said..."

Aunt Gui hesitated, wondering if she should tell Hua Qian what happened next, after all, even she was a little angry when she heard those words.

"What else?" After Hua Qian asked, she drank the gruel in the bowl in one gulp and put down her chopsticks after eating the last fried dumpling.

"Those victims said that there is food in Meihuaju, and as long as we bring out the food, they won't starve to death." After Madam Gui finished speaking, she took a cautious look at Hua Qian.

After Hua Qian heard this, the corners of her lips curled slightly, she was not angry, "I'm afraid some people are trying to plot against me again."

Aunt Gui didn't dare to answer, she stood quietly and waited.

Hua Qian, who was already full, got up and went out, "Wuxun, go to the town to find out who is spreading the rumors."

At this time, the village head led the villagers to guard the village entrance to prevent the victims from entering the village.

"We are going to enter the village, we are going to enter the village..." The victims shouted in unison, and the voice resounded through the sky.

The village chief and the others were almost deaf from the shock, but they still tried to persuade them, "Big fellows, it's useless for you to come to the village. Our food is only enough for our own needs. Isn't it difficult for you to force others?"

If there is surplus food, the village head is naturally willing to help these victims.

But last year when the imperial envoys purchased grain, every household was forced to sell the surplus grain, and now the surplus may not be enough for them to eat until the autumn harvest.

(End of this chapter)