The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"On behalf of the hundreds of millions of people in the three counties of Xijiang, we thank the king for his kindness." Rong Sibo and Li Bing had never expected that Ye Feng not only sent the urgently needed food, but also did not forget that three days later would be a day of joy for the entire Kyushu.

Three days from now it will be New Year's Eve in Kyushu. No matter where people are, they must have a good meal and drink good wine on this night.

If you are a single man, you can find a beautiful woman to spend the night with. If you are a beggar on the street, you can go to the host's house and ask for two bowls of hot rice and a few dishes.

Even if the two armies are fighting, on this night, everyone will stop fighting and spend a peaceful, harmonious and happy New Year's Eve.

When Wen Hai saw Li Bing and Rong Sibo kneeling down, he quickly stepped forward and helped them up. He knew very well that although he was the manager of a branch of the Secret Chamber, Li Bing and Rong Sibo were truly provincial governors and important officials of the imperial court.

Shen San made it very clear to these shopkeepers that whoever dared to provoke court officials would bear all the consequences. As the saying goes, the people should not fight against officials, and it has been so since ancient times.

"You two are both officials of the imperial court who are deeply trusted by the king. We will continue to deal with each other in the spring of next year, so you don't have to be polite."

When Shen San came to find Wen Hai, he made it very clear that it would take Li Bing at least a year and a half, or even several years, to build the Xijiang Weir. All future expenses would be borne by the Secret Council, so they would naturally have to deal with each other many times in the future.

It took a whole day and night to transport the 20,000 dan of grain. Wen Hai and his team did not stay in Xijiang County any longer. He was the manager of a branch of the Secret Pavilion and was very busy with work.

Li Bing and Rong Sibo watched Wen Hai leave, and they both looked at each other: "This person doesn't look like an official appointed by the court. I don't know where the King of Zhenguo got the food from."

Rong Sibo was a little worried. He used to be the right vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue and he knew very well that more than 20,000 dan of grain was not a small amount. It was enough to support the construction of Xijiang Weir until March or April next year.

"Lord Rong, there is no need to worry about the future. Based on my understanding of the Lord of the State, this man is young and promising, and has great potential. Your Majesty the Emperor is truly blessed to have met such a wise minister."

Li Bing could naturally see Rong Sibo's worry. It was impossible for them, the old loyal ministers of the Song Dynasty, to be completely unprepared against the increasingly incredible King Zhenguo.

"Dad! Dad! I heard someone say that the King of Zhenguo ordered people to send tens of thousands of dan of grain. Is that true?"

Li Yan was very excited. As soon as he heard the news, he immediately rushed back from the canal construction in Xijiang Mountain Range to verify it. He dealt with migrant workers every day and knew very well that if there was no food within three days, the construction of Xijiang Weir would be suspended on New Year's Eve.

"Why did you come back? Didn't your father ask you to stay in the Xijiang Mountains and direct everyone to dig?" When Li Bing saw Li Yan, instead of being happy, he frowned and spoke in a stern, questioning tone.

"Dad! I'm worried too. If there's no food, everyone's morale for digging will only get lower and lower." Li Yan just wanted to verify the news and go back to reply to the workers digging the ditches to give them peace of mind.

"Oh! Lord Li, your daughter has been on the construction front for many years. Now take this opportunity to come back and rest for a few days. I know that everyone has been very hard during this period. The King of Zhenguo ordered people to send so many cattle, sheep, and wine. Let's relax on New Year's Eve, which will not let the King of Zhenguo down."

Rong Sibo was standing nearby and tried to smooth things over.

"Lord Rong pleads for you. Remember in the future, you are the person in charge at the construction front. You must not leave your post without permission, otherwise you will be subject to military law!"

The reason why Li Bing was able to dig the ditches of the Western Shu Dynasty in an orderly manner and build the Jiuzhuan Dam, the largest dam in the entire Kyushu, was largely because he had very high requirements for construction and would not tolerate any carelessness.

"Master Li, with so many cattle, sheep, and wine, we can keep half a sheep and half a cattle, as well as 50 kilograms of wine, and send the rest to the workers digging ditches on the front line. What do you think?"

Although Rong Sibo was the county magistrate, he was very clear that as long as Li Bing and his son successfully built the Xijiang Weir, it would be a great achievement and they would be promoted to higher positions.

Moreover, Li Bing and his son both came with the imperial orders from the king to protect the country. The resources of the three counties of Xijiang must cooperate with Li Bing and his son to solve the drought and flood disasters in the three counties of Xijiang.

"This is great. It also allows the civilian workers on the front line to feel the care of the court and the king." Li Bing naturally would not object. If they wanted to successfully build the Xijiang Weir, without the labor force of the three Xijiang counties, such a huge project would definitely not be completed.

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Qingya Pavilion.

Ye Feng was in charge of cooking, with Xun Zhiwen helping him. In the inner courtyard, women like Zhao Qiuyan and Yan Nishang were busy preparing a sumptuous dinner.

This is because this day is the most important day of the year in Jiuzhou. On New Year's Eve today, strange phenomena will appear in the sky above Jiuzhou.

Even the small vendors on the streets will choose to rest on this day, return home to accompany their parents, wives and children, prepare a hearty dinner, drink a few glasses of wine, and buy new clothes for the children and the elderly, which means bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new.

The two sides of the Jinling River were decorated with lights and colors. As the evening approached, the brothels were filled with the laughter of the beauties. This laughter came from within, not from the forced smiles they put on to welcome guests all year round. On this night, the brothel dancers also stopped receiving guests. Perhaps they only had one day of relaxation in the four seasons, and they were all enjoying themselves.

"Wow! Lord Zhenguojun, I think it would be a disgrace to your cooking skills if you don't become a chef." Zhao Qiuyan stared at the table full of dishes. They were all delicious and beautiful. Some of the dishes were so exquisite that people couldn't bear to cook them, for fear of damaging the lifelike carvings.

"Your Majesty, if the King of Zhenguo becomes a chef, who will take charge of the Song Dynasty for Your Majesty?" Ling'er stood beside him, covering her mouth and teasing.

"You little girl, you are becoming more and more unruly. Did the King of Zhenguo give you some kind of magic potion?" Zhao Qiuyan said in pretended anger.

Yan Nishang sat not far away coldly, her eyes swept across the table full of dishes, and her heart couldn't help but ripple. When she was practicing before, her mother always told her that life was not only about practicing martial arts, but also about learning the worldly affairs. She really felt the worldly affairs in Ye Feng.

The sky gradually darkened. In the distant sky, at some point, a blood-yellow moon gradually rose up, forming a sharp contrast with the vast night sky. It was flawless.

"Such a beautiful moon, but unfortunately it will be swallowed by the heavenly dog ​​at midnight."

Zhao Qiuyan raised her head and looked at the moon in the distance with a look of regret.

Perhaps the beauty is too stunning and cannot last long.