Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

The sunset casts a soft light over the earth, and the trees, houses and rice fields become poetic and beautiful in this soft light.

This was the life of human beings in the early days, working from sunrise to sunset. Everything was like a painting, with curling smoke, returning birds, and children running home by the roadside or riding on the backs of cows towards the village.

The sounds of cicadas, the gurgling of water, and the calls of chickens and ducks entering the pen.

The road smells of rice, which is like the fragrance of grass mixed with the fishy smell of soil.

Close to the village, there is a faint aroma of rice.

There is also the smell of pancakes. Is someone making vegetable pancakes?

Qiao Shinian couldn't help but hold Wen Jiu's hand and rein in his horse, his eyes full of enjoyment and anticipation.

Looking around, there are no electric wires or tall buildings around, the sky is orange-red, and the earth is soft.

Everything is so beautiful, such rural life is so wonderful.

She recalled the happy times when she went to the countryside as a child and stayed at her grandparents' homes. At that time, she dragged Xiaobai and Tiantian to the river to fish and catch tadpoles, and catch dragonflies in the scorching heat.

When their grandparents were working, they would take the three of them to identify crops, and their grandparents would tell them about the rural atmosphere described in poems.

Wen Jiu looked back at Qiao Shinian's expression and couldn't help but look into the distance with her.

But there was only rice and nothing else. He could probably guess how Qiao Shinian felt now.

They had encountered these things before when they were fleeing, but at that time they were only concerned with getting on the road and filling their stomachs, so naturally they had no energy to feel the tranquility and beauty.

At that time, they were worried about food and clothing all day long, and calculated how long and how far they had walked.

Mu Qingchen noticed that the two men had not caught up with him, so he reined in his horse and turned around to look at Wen Jiu and the others.

Then Qiao Shinian heard the trouble and stopped there.

He saw her gazing into the distance with an intoxicated and longing look on her face. In the light of dusk, her and Wen Jiu's figures became soft and hazy. A faint light shrouded them. In this field, the two people and the scene seemed to blend together naturally.

He didn't understand why such a scene would make Qiao Shinian happy, so the group stopped.

Qiao Shinian couldn't help but smile and said to Wen Jiu, "I now understand what my grandparents told me when I was a child. The beauty of ancient poetry will be reflected inadvertently at some point."

"Hmm?" Wen Jiu asked, "Which poem?"

"Farmers in Weichuan by Wang Wei.

The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return home in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate.

The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse.

The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other.

I envy the leisurely life and feel sad about my decline. "

Qiao Shinian smiled slightly and said to Wen Jiu, "There is another poem, I don't remember who wrote it, I just remember this line 'Warm village smoke at dusk, shepherd boy out of the deep grove', and the pastoral poet Tao Yuanming's 'Warm distant village, lingering smoke in the village'."

Looking at Wen Jiu's expression, Qiao Shinian's eyes seemed to be sparkling with fireflies. "Do you think they would feel the same as I do when they see this scene? Do I resonate with them?"

Wen Jiu nodded: "It must be, otherwise you wouldn't think of their poems. Sister, when we return to Chu Wen in the future, I will definitely take you to all the beautiful places."

"Haha! You've already learned how to fool girls at such a young age." Qiao Shinian gently nodded Wen Jiu's head, then said with some regret, "If only I had brought a camera, I could have taken a picture of this scene."

After that, she immediately added: "But I have memorized it. Even without a camera, I can draw it!"

As if he had thought of something, Qiao Shinian's tone was a little excited: "Wen Jiu, can we go out at night to catch fireflies and bring them back?"

"Of course, as long as sister wants, I will accompany you." Wen Jiu nodded, gently squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse slowly moved forward.

Looking at the two people approaching, Mu Qingchen did not feel impatient, nor did he feel dissatisfied with Qiao Shinian's meddling.

His voice was still gentle: "Miss Qiao likes places like this?"

"Your Highness, yes." Qiao Shinian replied, and then said apologetically: "I just delayed your time, please forgive me."

"It's nothing. Seeing my companions happy, I will naturally feel happy too. After all, this is the place I chose. Your happiness is a compliment to me." Mu Qingchen's temper seemed to have improved a little, which made Qiao Shinian, who had forgotten his existence for a moment and was pulling Wen Jiudai to see the beautiful scenery, feel a little more relaxed.

Following Mu Qingchen into the village, everyone in the village knew that he was an important figure as soon as they saw his dignified demeanor and elegant clothes. At least, he was not someone that common people like them could ignore.

"My master is passing by here. It's getting dark. Please stay for one night." Qingyu walked up to the village chief, took out a silver ingot and put it in the old village chief's shaking hand: "Money for the night."

Qiao Shinian now understands the prices here. Seeing such generous behavior, she can't help but feel that she can just live in the wild. Can she cut half of it back for her?

He cut half of it for her, which was the money for rice that she, Wen Jiu and everyone else in Jingqing Palace had earned from the palace servants over the past four months, as well as the money for coal he had to pay for two to five days in the winter.

Luxury! Damn rich people!

The old village chief looked at the guards in front of him tremblingly, and repeatedly asked the villagers to prepare a yard for Mu Qingchen and the others, and ordered them to prepare good wine and food.

Most of the houses in the village are made of adobe, with only one or two wooden houses and no brick or stone houses. Each house has a wooden fence, and some have a courtyard surrounded by an earthen wall.

Qiao Shinian remembered what Wen Jiu had said before, that Zhou State was not actually rich. Only aristocratic families and princes were wealthy in Zhou State, and the people were actually very poor. Therefore, Zhou State did not dare to make any big moves that would cost the people money and labor. Now Zhou State mainly focused on recuperation.

Use the compensation from Chu Wenguo to stabilize the people first, and only when there is enough food and grass will you dare to mobilize troops to fight again.

They lived in a courtyard with an earthen wall. The courtyard was very clean. There was a big yellow cow lying on the ground under a tree behind the courtyard.

"Let's stay here tonight and go to another place tomorrow." Mu Qingchen sat down first, and Chunxue and one of the guards went to the kitchen to boil water.

Yueyu and Qingyu made the beds for them.

Qiao Shinian stood quietly behind Wen Jiu, waiting for dinner and waiting to go out to catch fireflies after dinner.

"I heard that there is a big pond one mile north of the village. Lotus flowers are blooming in it, and there are also many lotus pods." Mu Qingchen suddenly said, and then asked: "Wen Jiu eats lotus pods?"

Wen Jiu turned his head to look at Qiao Shinian, then shook his head: "I don't want to now."

"Okay, I thought you would want to eat some, so I planned to ask Qingyu to pick some for you." Mu Qingchen glanced at Qiao Shinian and said nothing more.

Not long after, a beautiful woman came in with three children aged seven or eight, carrying food.

"My two gentlemen, the food and tea in the countryside are simple, please don't mind." He said as he put the food on the table.

"Thank you." Mu Qingchen thanked the woman.

The beautiful woman blushed immediately, lowered her head and said nothing.

After the beautiful woman left, Qingyu picked up the bowl and chopsticks, picked out some of each dish, tasted them, and then nodded.