Sister Han is good at farming

When Wen Chunwen left Qingshui County, he took away a total of fifty exquisite red mats and more than five hundred ordinary red mats.

Among them, fifty exquisite red mats and one hundred ordinary red mats came from Ruan Qingqing's red mat workshop, another two hundred red mats came from the old house, and the remaining two hundred or so red mats came from Zaozilin and surrounding villages.

The news that the sorghum stalks, which were usually worthless, were sold at a high price caused a sensation in Qingshui County and even the surrounding areas. In Qingshui County and even in the entire Lulin Prefecture, who didn't grow a few acres of sorghum? Everyone seemed to see the white silver waving to them.

Especially since the sorghum harvest is approaching, everyone is gearing up and decided to work hard this winter.

The eighth day of October is the day when the villagers of Zaoziling harvest sorghum. It is also the birthday of Murong Jinyang, the current emperor of Yunqing Kingdom.

The capital city was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and the palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights.

The emperor and his ministers gathered together in the Huating Hall, where delicious delicacies were everywhere and the aroma was fragrant; the sound of stringed instruments and orchestras rose in the air, which was intoxicating.

After two singing and dancing performances, the ceremony of presenting gifts began. First, the empress and the concubines of higher rank in the harem presented gifts, followed by the princes, princes, princesses and other royal relatives, and finally the ministers.

Zhou Zheng ignored the eunuchs' singing of gifts and the blessings of the gift givers, and just sat in his seat, drinking and eating.

I finally made it to the emperor's birthday party, but was hit hard by a piece of shocking news.

He was doing well as the county magistrate in Qingshui County, but they wanted to move him to Jianghuai Prefecture to be the prefect. Although his official rank was promoted several levels, how could a county with a good situation be compared to a desolate prefecture with no one?

Moreover, he managed Qingshui County well, and then he was moved away. Isn't this making things easier for others? If they really wanted to promote him, why didn't they directly promote him to the prefect of Lulin Prefecture, but let him be the prefect of Jianghuai Prefecture?

These people are just jealous, nakedly jealous of his talent, so they try to trip him up everywhere!

He tilted his head back and took another sip of wine.

Someone came over.

"Zhou Zheng, you have come all the way from that dry little place in Qingshui County. You must not have enough time to prepare a birthday gift for His Majesty! Why don't you ask me for help? Once I'm in a good mood, I might give you a share."

"roll!"

Zhou Zheng was so angry that he had no place to vent. He was so annoyed! How could he have the energy to deal with these second-generation rich kids?

Another glass of wine.

The sound of stringed instruments in his ears became noisy, and Zhou Zheng fanned himself randomly with a fan in annoyance.

The constant sounds of congratulations and conversations in the hall made him feel more and more suffocated, and he couldn't help but pull down his collar.

How could it be as fun and enjoyable as working in the fields with ordinary people?

I wonder what Qingshui County is like now?

It is said that not long after he left, the Jianghuai refugees who passed by started a riot in the gambling house in Qingping Town. A small gambling house in the town actually hid a room full of food and more than a dozen boxes of government silver!

Who lent those people the courage?

Actually looking for trouble on his turf, isn't that just rubbing his face on the ground?

The more he thought about it, the more the fire in Zhou Zheng's heart burned.

Just as he was catching his breath, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Then Zhou Zheng realized that everyone was looking at him, even the emperor on the throne.

He looked around blankly.

He was the lowest-ranking official here, sitting at the end. He wanted to find someone to ask what happened, but he didn't have the chance.

Whispers and sneers immediately broke out all around.

"Lord Zhou Zheng, what is your birthday gift?" the eunuch in charge of greeting asked with a frown.

"Lord Zhou was summoned back by me at short notice. He was exhausted from the long journey. He just arrived, so how could he have had time to prepare any gifts? Today is a happy day, so please don't bully him!"

Murong Jinyang spoke up to excuse him, and his last warning was full of authority.

But by this time Zhou Zheng had already reacted and almost missed the task the little guy had asked him to do.

He stood up leisurely, walked to the middle, and bowed to the emperor. "Your Majesty, I really didn't have time to prepare a gift for you."

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him with a subtle look, and even Zhou Che couldn't help but frown after hearing it.

Why did the third brother become more and more stupid after going out for training for a while? He could have just said a few words of thanks and let it go. Why did he have to emphasize it so loudly? Was it a big deal that he didn't prepare a gift? Did he need to emphasize it again and again?

The smile on Murong Jinyang's lips froze. "It's alright, Lord Zhou, you don't need to present me with any other gifts. Your performance in Qingshui County this year is the best gift for me!"

There was immediate applause from the audience.

"Holy Saint!"

There was a lot of compliments from the audience.

"Your Majesty, I didn't have time to prepare a gift, but the people of Qingshui County specially prepared a gift for Your Majesty!"

After the compliments died down, Zhou Zheng spoke loudly.

"Oh? What gift did they send?" Murong Jinyang's curiosity was also aroused.

Zhou Zheng took the birthday mat woven by old man Quanfu from the guard's hands, personally brought it to the emperor and stood six feet away from him.

"Your Majesty, please have a look!" He said as he and the guards unfolded it vertically.

"This is a red mat woven by eight blessed elderly people in Qingshui County who bathed, burned incense, and then went to the local Donglin Temple to fast and pray for blessings for three days. It is woven from local sorghum stalks. The people of Qingshui County said that they are grateful to the emperor for his wisdom, which allowed them to stay in their homes and live a normal life despite the drought and locust plague. Thanks to the emperor's great blessing, everyone did not run out of water and food during the drought."

For a moment, the hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The huge golden character "Shou" in the middle of the birthday banquet and the vivid dragon on the left also shocked Murong Jinyang.

"May you enjoy eternal bliss and live as long as the heaven!" The empress, who was sitting next to the emperor, whispered the congratulatory words from the head and tail of the giant dragon.

"Great! This is the most precious gift I have ever received in my life! The people of Qingshui County are so thoughtful! Lord Zhou, please show the gift to everyone!"

Murong Jinyang was so excited that his voice was out of tune when he gave orders.

Everyone in the hall was shocked by the birthday banquet. The musicians forgot to play music, and the ministers forgot to close their gaping mouths...

After a long time, the sound of people gasping for air was heard one after another.

“What a beautiful pattern!”

“What a realistic pattern!”

"That circling dragon seemed to be about to charge straight into the sea of ​​clouds and roar through the sky!"

Everyone praised it.

"My Lords, tell me, the people of Qingshui County are living in dire straits, yet they still remember to use the materials around them to make exquisite birthday gifts for me. Should I express my gratitude?"

“Yes!”

Zhou Zheng immediately stepped out upon hearing this and said, "Your Majesty, last year Jianghuai, Jiangxia, Lulin, Yuanxiang and four other prefectures suffered from drought at the same time. Qingshui County was just a very small and insignificant county among them. In terms of hardship, it was much better than the other counties. If Your Majesty wants to reward them, why not write some instructions for them!"

"Good! Good! Good! Great! The people of Qingshui County are great! Come here, write and ink!"

Murong Jinyang shouted in great joy.

Soon, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were spread out in front of him, and he immediately wrote down the sixteen big characters: "The source of red mats, the hometown of tenacity! Never give up, and keep striving for self-improvement!"

"My dear ministers, you should let the younger generations in your families learn the tenacious and self-reliant spirit of the people of Qingshui County, and let them grow up bathed in the spirit of the people of Qingshui County! In this way, why should our Yunqing country worry about not having pillars?"

Zhou Zheng's eyes lit up instantly.

This is a must have!