A few days later.

The two grandparents of the Song family signed a decree to take over the disaster victims, and the news spread throughout Yulin County.

The victims, the people gave a thumbs up one after another, and couldn't help but sigh, "This is the real good official, this is the official who speaks for the people." ”

"Those officials who came out of the imperial examination are not reliable at all, and only those who come out of our people can feel our pain."

"Speak for us, do things for us, and relieve the suffering of the people."

For a time, there were countless people who applauded the Song family.

Song Chengzhong took Da Lang and San Lang to hold several poetry meetings to promote the Song family's disaster relief.

The literati and students comprehended its meaning, and wrote poems and articles to praise its merits, raising the reputation of the Song family to the highest point.

In the prefectural government.

With a "bang", the teacup fell to the ground and fell apart.

Zhao Xianling was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.

"Old man Song! Song Lao Piff! It's so hateful! ”

"The news outside, ten of the ** is from their Song family themselves, what does he want......"

"Take this official as a stepping stone to achieve his reputation as a Song family." Zhao Xianling gasped heavily, and his mood fluctuated.

What else don't you understand at this time, the Song family's grandson is deliberate!

deliberately signed the decree and deliberately spread it, so that the people could sing praises to the Song family.

In this way, even if the Song family has contributed to disaster relief, it has nothing to do with him, the parent official, and he doesn't want to get involved in the slightest credit.

"Master, dissipate your anger." Liu Mei softly stroked Zhao County's chest.

"Their Song family loves to be able and showy, so let them do it."

"If they can't say it, they will put themselves in, let's just watch the show."

"That's right!" Zhao Xianling held Liu Mei's hand.

"Then the official will see, what kind of reputation can his Song family make?"

…………

Zhao County's anger was furious, but under the leadership of Song Qingyuan, Fuze Village was busy in full swing.

Everyone was busy with the business at hand, sweeping away the previous decadence, and their faces were full of hope.

A few days passed.

Rows of thatched huts have been erected in the open space, and at first glance, the prototype of the village has been established.

Song Qingmo took rows of small radish heads and carried small baskets to dig wild vegetables in the woods.

Wild herbs and in cornmeal porridge can reduce the consumption of grain.

In this way, the daily food earned by adult laborers can last for a longer period of time.

Qian Wanru gathered the old people with poor legs and feet, but good craftsmanship, and knitted straw mats, baskets, and small baskets together, and then took them to Song Kee Department Store Market to sell them uniformly.

Song Qingyuan, Song Qingrong organized the remaining labor to reclaim the small gardens of each family.

When the small yard is reclaimed, she can exchange her work for cabbage seeds and radish seeds.

For other crops, it is too late to sow at this time.

Only cabbage and radish are two common ones, which have a short growth cycle and can be used when they grow and grow small, so they are suitable for sowing at this time.

"Sister Yuan'er......"

A seven or eight-year-old little girl with pigtails ran over happily with a big basket in her hand.

"These are the petals I picked today, can you see if these can be exchanged for a small bag of cabbage seeds?"

"Yesterday, our family opened a piece of land overnight, planning to plant vegetables as soon as possible, and my grandmother said that we would have food to eat when winter came."

Song Qingyuan smiled slightly and nodded, "Your grandmother has a good idea, there are more kinds of cabbage, and if you can't eat it in autumn, you can go to the county to find nearby villagers and exchange them for some durable potatoes and sweet potatoes, which can also satisfy your hunger in winter." ”

"I know Sister Yuan'er, I'll tell my grandmother when I go back." The little girl smiled sweetly and was particularly sunny.

The smile is full of vitality, which makes people feel that there is hope in life and a head start.

Song Qingyuan patted his head, "The petals are picking well, I'll pick them like this next time." ”

As he spoke, he handed over the packet of cabbage seeds in his hand, "Take it back and plant it." ”

"Tell your friends around you that you can exchange your labor for seeds."

"If you don't want to change the seeds, you can also change some needles and threads, or even a few cents."

Hard work will reap the rewards, and it is unrealistic to just point to others for relief or disaster relief from the imperial court.

As long as the family works together, you earn a little and I earn a point, and life can always go on.

As soon as the little girl left, a little boy with a thief's eyebrows jumped out next to her.

is also seven or eight years old, but he looks a whole head taller than the girl, his eyes are smart, and he looks smart.

"Sister Yuan'er." The boy sneaked up and took out two wild fruits from his cuffs, "This is what I picked in the grove and I will eat it for you!" ”

"I didn't want to give it to others, so I left it for Sister Yuan'er."

Song Qingyuan smiled, there were a lot of babies who came to please her, and he was the only one who was so good at making sycophants, so he was particularly impressed by him.

"You can keep it and eat it, Sister Yuan'er won't eat it." Song Qingyuan shook his head.

The boy gave in twice, seeing that Song Qingyuan really refused to ask for it, he hung his head down and stood in place in frustration.

The bare-toed-toed shoe repeatedly crushed the ground, and hesitated to discuss, "Sister Yuan'er, my father is in good health and has practiced martial arts for two years, and he can protect the people in the village." ”

"Look at the location of the village, can you let my father be it?"

Ha?

Song Qingyuan blinked, not knowing how to react for a while.

This kid turned out to be here to pull the relationship, and he knew that he would make his father an official at such a young age.

Good seedlings! There is a chance!

Song Qingyuan was speechless, fortunately she didn't accept the wild fruit of the male baby, she took other people's hands short and ate other people's mouths, otherwise she would be embarrassed when she refused!

So he shook his head, "I can't promise you this!" ”

"The village election is for the county officials to decide, and I can't make decisions for them."

"But Sister Yuan'er, you are a peasant girl, you are an official who is older than them, and you must be better at speaking than them!"

"Besides......" The boy's voice gradually lowered, as if muttering in his mouth, "Xiancheng is your grandfather, you are the Miss Song family, can you help me?" ”

"Can't!" Song Qingyuan refused neatly.

"If your father is capable, the officials of the county government will naturally push him up."

"If your father can't do it, if I forcibly choose him, won't it hurt the people here."

"Let's go back!" Song Qingyuan patted the boy's head.

"Don't think too much, pick up more branches when you're okay and exchange them for cornmeal porridge, so that you can fill your stomach."

"Only when your stomach is full and your life is not worried, can you think about other problems."

…………

Li Zheng of Fuze Village finally fell on a child surnamed Ren, and the father of the little boy was really defeated.

Song Qingyuan had no time to pay attention to these things.

At this moment, inside the courtyard of the Song family.

Song Qingyuan leaned his cheeks, tilted his head, and was sitting at the desk meditating.

After a while, he picked up the pen and prepared to send a letter to the capital.