Spring comes to the desperate place

The officer felt cold sweat on his back. If he had known that this was a tough job, he would never have come to Yongle Village.

Seeing that the man was hesitant and didn't know what to say, Xiao Jiu thought that his threat had worked, so he took a few steps forward and imitated the arrogant manner of the palace servants in his memory, and shouted at the official:

"If you don't hurry up, don't blame me for having someone drag you down..." What were they going to do down there? Xiao Jiu thought hard, but couldn't remember what those people were going to do when they dragged the offenders down there.

Gu Fengyue couldn't bear it, so he went forward and lifted him up. Xiaojiu found himself suddenly taller and thought that Gu Fengyue was playing a game with him. He quickly forgot what he had just thought.

"Where is that person now? Take me to see him."

The officer was a little hesitant. This man didn't look like someone who was easy to deal with. If he took him there, would he really kill him?

As if he understood the officer's concerns, Gu Fengyue assured helplessly: "Don't worry, I won't really do anything to her. I just can't understand why she can be so shameless."

Official: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Not to mention you, they also want to know.

The mother and daughter were standing outside the Song family at this time. They were proudly imagining the miserable appearance of the Song family members after being caught, and they were also eagerly discussing how much money they should make the Song family pay them.

"I don't think the Song family is living that well. Only this house is nice. Look at the front and back yards, and there's a deep well. I was quite satisfied when I came here last time. This time, I must move in. I want to see what else the Song family is capable of that they dare to act so arrogantly towards me." The woman stroked her neatly-tied hair, and while showing off, she did not forget to praise her daughter.

"My dear, you did a great job. Now the Song family must be begging for mercy on their knees. Humph, they bullied us, they deserved it!"

Her daughter was very proud after being praised: "Mom, if they come out and beg for mercy from us later, should we forgive them?"

Hearing the man mentioned by her daughter, the woman frowned. Could it be that her daughter really fell in love with the eldest son of the Song family? Although the eldest son of the Song family looked handsome, he was just a half-grown boy. Now that something like this had happened, what was the use of being handsome? Men who had been in prison would be discriminated against everywhere even if they were released in the future. However, if they begged for mercy from her, she could let them go for the sake of her daughter and not sue the Song family. Wouldn't they not be arrested and put in prison?

Just when the mother and daughter were still debating whether to plead for Song Dalang, the people inside came out. Unlike what they expected, Gu Fengyue was not handcuffed. On the contrary, he was walking leisurely in front, and the officer was walking behind him.

Gu Fengyue had already revealed his identity just now. When the officer learned that the other young man was the eldest son of the Song family, and the young man in front of him was the second son of the Yongyi Marquis's Mansion, he regretted it so much that when he came out, he stared at the mother and daughter, wishing he could eat them alive.

The mother and daughter were also weak-willed and afraid of tough people. Seeing the officer's unfriendly look, they did not dare to say much. They were just wondering why they felt that the Song Dalang in front of them had a completely different aura from the Song family?

Before they could ask the questions in their minds, the officers ordered their men to come forward and force them to kneel on the ground.

"You are such a daring commoner, you actually attacked the carriage of the Marquis' Mansion, and then you wanted to falsely accuse the young master of the Marquis' Mansion of wounding people with a sword. You are so audacious! Why don't you open your dog eyes and see clearly that this is the second young master of the Yongyi Marquis' Mansion. The Yongyi Marquis is the number one military marquis in our dynasty. The late emperor appreciated the old marquis's great military exploits and specially granted the two young masters the right to wear swords in front of the emperor. You are just a commoner, but you dare to falsely accuse the second young master of wounding people. It is really ridiculous."

The mother and daughter were now completely frightened. They had not expected that the young man they thought was the eldest son of the Song family was actually so prominent. According to the officials, even the late emperor had allowed them to carry weapons, but they were stupid enough to sue him for hoarding weapons.

It was just as the officer said, so ridiculous.

The woman was already kneeling on the ground in despair, but her daughter was still trying to struggle.

"No, I don't accept it. We don't know who his master is. Besides, does a master have the right to hurt people at will? Just look at what he did to me..." She couldn't continue speaking halfway because Gu Fengyue really didn't hurt her. He just used the sword to lightly cut a hole in her clothes.

How can damaging clothes be considered as hurting people? Even children know this truth. After listening to her daughter's stupid remarks, the woman looked ashen. She was so proud just a moment ago that she wanted to see the whole Song family become prisoners, but she never thought that it would be her turn now.

Gu Fengyue looked coldly at the mother and daughter on the ground. Seeing that they had lost their arrogance, the official almost nodded.

"Take it away, do you know what to do?"

The official smiled and said, "I understand. According to the laws of this dynasty, if a commoner sues an official, he will first receive ten strokes of the cane. They are making false accusations, so in addition to the ten strokes, they will also receive twenty strokes of the cane. If a commoner sues an official, the punishment will be doubled."

After adding all these punishments together, the faces of the mother and daughter had turned pale. They had never expected that this time they would end up losing their lives.

Of course, Gu Fengyue had never thought of really beating them to death, as it would bring bad reputation to the Marquis' Mansion if it got out. However, he wanted to teach the mother and daughter a lesson, so he privately instructed the officers to punish the two separately. A total of fifty strokes, divided into ten times, five strokes each time. After they recovered from their injuries, he would beat them five more times, and so on.

The mother and daughter didn't know about this before they were dragged away. They thought they were really dead. While sitting in the prison van, they hugged each other and cried.

When they arrived at the yamen and the first five beatings were given, everyone around them stopped, and the two thought they would not die. When the officers dragged them to the jail, the mother and daughter trembled in fear, not knowing what their fate would be.

After serving the fifty lashes of punishment, the two men had been in jail for nearly three months. When they came out, they were very depressed. When they returned to the village, they didn't even dare to pass by the Song family's gate. This is a story for later.

The Song family did not care about the fate of the mother and daughter. Song Chunlin's corn had already grown seven ears, and its appearance was almost the same as the malnourished corn in his previous life.

With the help of Song Dazhuang, the villagers' sweet potatoes have sprouted. Because there are not many sweet potatoes left, many of the following sweet potatoes are grown by cuttings, that is, suitable vines are cut from the well-growing sweet potato vines and inserted into the soil at an angle. This way, the sweet potatoes are planted at a high density and have a higher yield.

Although the villagers didn't quite understand, they followed Song Dazhuang's instructions. Soon all the vines came to life and covered the fields in a short period of time, which amazed the villagers.

On the other hand, Gu Fengyun also successfully controlled the plague in Yingchuan. Following the prevention methods copied by Gu Fengyue for him, he tried every means to get clean water and food for everyone, and some patients with mild symptoms recovered quickly.

In more than a month, only a few hundred patients died from the plague. In Wen Yan's opinion, this number was already extremely small. In previous years, if a plague broke out somewhere, the final death toll could reach tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. People's means of controlling the plague were often very simple and crude. They would gather the infected people together and then burn them all to death.

Incidents of arson and village massacres happened frequently in previous dynasties. This time, Gu Fengyun found the right method and saved countless lives. For a time, he was even called a living Bodhisattva by the locals.

Wen Yan was very sarcastic about this: "I worked hard for several years, but it's not as good as Marquis Gu's one month."

Gu Fengyun slapped Wen Yan's belly, which had already lost a lot of weight, and said unhappily, "I forced myself to come here to help you in this state, and in the end you still think I'm stealing the credit?"

When Wen Yan was mentioned, he lost his temper and waved his hands repeatedly, saying he dared not, he was just kidding. Looking at Gu Fengyun's posture of panting every three steps and coughing every five steps, how could he dare to really get angry with Gu Fengyun? If he made him angry, Gu Fengyue would immediately come from the capital to chop him up.

Wen Yan immediately changed the subject: "It's been a month since the disaster relief work began. How is it going? Did that person ask you to go back?"

Gu Fengyun shook his head slowly: "The issues in Yanzhou and Taozhou have not been resolved yet. You also know that my disaster relief this time is just a cover. Although all of Prince Ru'an's men have been beheaded, His Highness still hasn't found out who is secretly helping Prince Ru'an. With Prince Ru'an's cautious nature, he definitely doesn't dare to rashly transfer all his troops to the capital."

Wen Yan: "So Your Highness is still suspicious of the other two princes."

"When the late emperor was in mourning, they led the troops without permission. Although they later made contributions in saving the emperor, Your Highness is not in a position to pursue the matter, but this matter is full of suspicious things."

"If those two didn't want to rebel, why did they sneak thousands of miles to Beijing with so many soldiers?"

Gu Fengyun went to Yingchuan for a month and had not returned until before the Chinese Valentine's Day. Gu Fengyue had gotten used to his brother's absence. Now that his brother's health was almost the same as that of an ordinary person, he was not too worried about his health. The two brothers would write a letter to each other every three days, telling each other about what had happened recently. Gu Fengyue also knew a little about what had happened in Yingchuan.

The Chinese Valentine's Day is also the Qixi Festival, a festival for girls and boys. Song Chunlin's birthday happens to be the Chinese Valentine's Day, and before the day even arrives, his family is busy preparing for him.

No lavish celebrations were allowed during the national mourning period, so the clothes that Song Qinshi made for Song Chunlin were all plain sky blue. At Song Chunlin's strong request, Song Qinshi did not buy him a silk skirt, but instead made him loose wide-leg pants, which he hid under his outer coat and looked almost like a skirt from a distance.

This was Song Chunlin's last struggle. He really couldn't stand the fact that he, a boy, had to wear a skirt like a girl, even though it was very common in ancient times.

Song A'mo was a good cook, and Song Chunlin always secretly showed her videos of various Western-style pastries. Soon, Song A'mo learned how to use the small oven at home to make small cakes, breads and the like.

When Song Amuo heard Song Chunlin say that he wanted to eat birthday cake, she studied for a long time before she figured out what chiffon cake was.

"Chunlin, we don't have the cream on your cake."

In order to ensure that he could eat the cake, Song Chunlin patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, little grandpa, I will find the cream for you right away!"

Although Song Chunlin said this, he was actually a little nervous because he had never collected cream before!

Actually, this cannot be blamed on him. It was the end of the world at that time, so of course he wanted to take things that could fill his stomach. Whipped cream is used to make cakes. He neither knew how to make cakes in the end of the world nor planned to do so, so how could he collect whipped cream to take up space in his memory?

So he frantically opened the express packages in his space overnight. He vaguely remembered that there was some whipped cream among the express packages he had looted from the cold chain trucks. He felt sorry for it at the time, but he didn't know how to eat it, so he just left it in the corner without moving it.

What he wants to find now is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, hard work paid off and they finally found it at dawn. They also found a complete set of cake-making tools and molds. Maybe it was some novice cook who wanted to practice baking cakes, so it was a good deal for him.

As soon as Song A-mo woke up, Song Chunlin stuffed tools and materials into her hands. Zu and Sun followed the tutorial step by step to recreate the dish. Although their oven was very primitive and their egg beater was only the most primitive egg beater, the finished product was still successful.

However, when it came to whipping the cream, Song A-mo was already exhausted. In the end, it was Song Dazhuang, the off-field help, who successfully whipped a bowl of cream after a burst of crazy whipping.

Song Chunlin cheered around the bowl of cream: "Oh yeah, Daddy is awesome, little grandpa is awesome!"

Seeing her grandson's impatient look, Amao Song also hurriedly began to spread the flour on the cake. His hands were steady, but because it was his first time, the flour was not smooth. However, Song Chunlin was already very happy, and he happily added various fruits on the cake.

"This Sunshine Rose is grandpa's favorite, mulberries are little grandpa's favorite, and there's Kyoho, which is sweet and dad likes it. Mom doesn't like grapes, but she likes oranges, so cut one for her too..." The two adults saw him mumbling while carefully placing the fruits on the cake one by one. The ones he was muttering were all the ones his family members liked to eat. In the end, the cake was full of fruits. He even took Gu Fengyue's taste into consideration, but he forgot to add his favorite cherries.

Auntie Song smiled and placed several big red cherries on the cake: "And our little birthday boy's favorite cherries, don't forget it."

Song Chunlin's eyebrows curved, and he smiled brightly, hugging Song Amo's arm and acting coquettishly: "Grandpa still loves me the most, and knows that I like cherries."

Song Dazhuang pretended to be sad and said, "Poor dad has been whipping cream for you all afternoon. Your arm is really sore."