Transformed into a mother of four children: Eating meat every meal during a famine

The emperor was gone for more than a year.

During this year and more, good news came in frequently, and all the small countries in the southwest of China were defeated.

Those small border countries that had repeatedly invaded were indiscriminately turned into part of China.

Today, the area of ​​China is three times its original size.

It was already a superpower, and now it has become a behemoth.

The north is rich in mineral resources.

The southwest has a good climate and fertile land, so rice can be grown all year round.

On the day the emperor returned triumphantly to Beijing, the whole city was in an uproar.

Every household came out in droves, crowded on both sides of the road, and shouted "Long live the king" three times.

Everyone loves the current emperor, especially the common people.

A few years ago, after the emperor, who was then the second prince, promoted high-yield crops across the country, people all over the country began to have enough food to eat, and now every household has at least three years of surplus grain in its granary.

In other words, even if the people of the country do not farm for three years, they will not starve to death.

The people are rich and the treasury is full.

This is also one of the conditions for the emperor to have the confidence to go to war!

Now that the emperor has returned from a victorious battle, the country's territory has expanded, the people have more land to cultivate, and the border will no longer be harassed, so everyone is naturally happy.

The people even think that their current emperor is the wisest ruler in history and the best emperor in history.

The wishes of ordinary people are actually very simple: to have land to grow and enough food to eat. If, on top of these two, they can still have some extra money to buy something they like, that would be great.

The emperor accepted the people's worship all the way until he reached the palace gate.

Bai Wei brought the children, and Wang Qiming led the civil and military officials, and they had been waiting at the palace gate for a long time.

"Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor."

The crowd chanted.

The emperor got off his horse and personally helped Bai Wei up before raising his hand: "Everyone stand up."

The emperor walked in front holding the queen's hand.

The brothers Wang Yuanmou and Wang Qiming followed behind.

Seeing that his brother was safe and sound and returned safely, Wang Qiming finally felt relieved.

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, everything was said without words.

After sending the emperor into the palace, the rest of the people had nothing else to do, so they dispersed and went back to their homes to rest.

Wang Qiming then stepped forward and punched his elder brother on the arm.

Then they hugged each other tightly with excitement.

Wang Yuanmou patted his brother's back heavily.

"go home!"

"go!"

When he arrived home, Wang Yuanmou was immediately surrounded by people, who pulled him aside and asked him about his well-being.

Even the aloof Yi Lin came up and circled around his feet.

Wang Yuanmou responded to all of them.

A voice of "Daddy" was heard nearby. Wang Yuanmou looked in the direction of the voice and saw a little guy looking at him timidly.

When Wang Yuanmou left last year, his son was only a few months old. He was so small that he was afraid of dropping him when he held him in his arms.

Now, more than a year has passed, and he has no idea what his son looks like.

But perhaps it was the blood relationship that made him sure at first glance that this was his son.

Wang Yuanmou walked towards his son. The little guy stopped in fear but did not retreat.

Wang Yuanmou picked up his son and held him high above his head.

The little guy was immediately amused and burst into laughter.

Wang Yuanmou held his son and spun around several times before stopping: "Are you afraid of me?"

The little guy shook his head.

"That's right. You are my son, Wang Yuanmou. You can't be timid." Wang Yuanmou said, pulling out a small wooden sword from his waist: "Here you go. When you grow up, learn martial arts well, okay?"

During the more than one year of marching and fighting outside, he carved this wooden sword when he missed his son.

Then, thinking of his son again, he took out the small wooden sword and looked at it.

Finally, I got home and couldn't wait to give the little wooden sword to my son.