After dressing as a widow

Chapter 262

Riding a horse in a narrow yard is completely different from riding a horse in a spacious open space. At the beginning, Lin Zhen could only let the horse walk slowly. After getting more proficient, he tightened the reins as Carein Rin said, " drive."

In the bright moonlight, one can see that the maroon-furred horse is indeed as Gu Lin said, with a very docile temperament, carrying Lin Zhen to a jog smoothly.

With the wind blowing on his face and blowing his robe, Lin Zhen found the joy of riding a horse.

"Drive." The horse's hooves knocked on the ground with fine grass, making a dull sound, Lin Zhen still controlled the reins not very skillfully, and ran away in the open space.

Gu Lin followed on horseback.

Lin Zhen, who had just learned to ride a horse, slipped on the open space for a while before finishing his calculations, and returned to the yamen with Gu Lin.

On the second day, Pinzhen handed over the relocation of the shop to Niu Da, and explained his requirements clearly to him, ranging from the ground must be flat, to the custom-made counters and cabinets, as well as the main body of the sofa and table.

Lin Zhen has drawn all the blueprints, and he can find a good carpenter to make them.

In the early morning of the third day, all the officials in the yamen came. The first Gu Lin was wearing a scarlet official robe, the official friends standing behind him, Gao Tong, and Jiang Jing were wearing green official robes, and the rest were rankless. Small officials, and government servants.

When I went back to check the farming affairs, almost all the people in the yamen had gone, leaving only a few people, just in case there was any emergency in the state government yamen.

Lin Zhen, a non-staff member, didn't make do with their group of officials, so he consciously pulled his horse to the group of small officials, and patted the neck of the horse he had been riding for two days: "Little guy, what is this?" I'll see you in two days."

Relying on the meekness of the horse, Lin Zhen held the front of the saddle with one hand, put his feet on the pedals, and rode up with his waist and legs at the same time.

The horse was still a bit tall for his height, and it took a little effort to lift its legs up.

But after riding on the horse, the field of vision suddenly widened, and he could see Gu Lin and others at the front, as well as the yamen servants behind the team.

Looking at the expressions on the faces of these officials and servants who are usually called adults and lords by the people, Lin Zhen felt that this activity of inspecting agricultural affairs could be carried out every year.

If you want to stick to the muddy ground, if you float too high, it is easy to think too highly of yourself, and forget where the bowl of rice in your hand came from.

Majiatun is a large village only seven or eight miles away from the state capital. There are more than 120 households in the whole village, with a population in the early [-]s.

With a large population and a large number of strong laborers, every family owns seven or eight acres of wasteland, or more than ten acres.

At the beginning, although the big guys followed suit with high spirits, they still had no idea in their hearts. They just thought that the state government government would owe grain seeds and Quyuanli on credit to teach them how to do it, so they still wanted to fight.

In these years, which one is not living with their belts tight, not to mention that they can collect dozens of catties of grain more, even if they only collect the original output, it can also make them a little more relaxed.

There was no tax on the wasteland developed for the first three years. In the past, when the big guys were free, they would dig the wasteland. However, the land in Lizhou is not much softer than rocks, and there is not much wasteland that can be reclaimed even after a lot of effort.

Unlike now, with Qu Yuanli, although he is still tired, he is much more relaxed than before.

"Uncle Ma, you are sitting on the edge of the ground looking at the seedlings again!"

The old man sitting on the ridge had a smile on his ravine face: "Look at how well the seedlings are growing, see how the wind grows!"

The person who spoke had just gone to the field to weed, and when the dung water went down, not only the crops grew well, but also the pigweed and weeds grew well. If they were not hoed early, the crops would be covered to death.

He couldn't bear to part with such good crop seedlings.

The person who talked to Ma Sanshu put down his hoe and sat beside Ma Sanshu: "Sanshu, your family has opened up ten acres of wasteland this year, right? How about other places, is it well-growth?"

"Neat!" Uncle Ma's eyes lit up when he mentioned the crops, "It's all the same as the ones in this field, tender and strong, and the long hair is very good!"

"We are a good official. The ten acres of wasteland will not be taxed for three years, and we will only pay back the grain seeds and Qu Yuanli's money that the state government gave us on credit. We will have a good year."

"Who says it's not? The crops in my house are growing well, just like Uncle San's." In such a fine weather, people in the village are busy hoeing the weeds in the field. After two or three days, all of them will die, and the remaining seedlings will grow well.

The two were chatting here with smiles on their faces, and the neighbors passing by also came to sit and sit, and soon more than ten people gathered here.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared at the entrance of Uncle Ma's village, who was telling the big guys about the embarrassing incident he had when he used Quyuanli for the first time, and patted the people beside him: "Hey, look, is that a person or something? My eyes are so dizzy that I see it as a mass of pitch-black things."

The big guy next to him who was chatting enthusiastically followed what he said, and when they saw what kind of person was walking towards their village, they immediately stood up from the ridge: "Well, that seems to be the government office of the state government. people?"

"It seems, that is, the leader is Mr. Gu who spoke in front of us!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, go and call the village chief and others, Mr. Gu and the people in the yamen are here!"

Uncle Ma looked at his neighbors who were running to call for help, and thought for a while, so he ran to the dam where the grain was dried in the village, and rang the bronze bell that could not be rang if there was no serious matter.

"clang--"

"clang--"

"clang--"

At this moment, when the strong laborers in the village came back from tending the crops in the fields, and were about to sit down and continue working after eating, they heard the sound of the bronze bell that hadn't sounded for a long time, and almost all of them went out of the house to watch.

Then call the family and rush to the field dam.

When men, women and children who thought something serious happened rushed to Changba, they brought a group of officials and small officials, as well as Gu Lin, a yamen servant, into the village.

The village chief, Ma Sanshu, and others who had gone to the state government office and heard him talk about farming came to the front, "Master Zhizhou."

Only then did the men, women and children in the back realize that the person who came was actually a high-ranking official in the yamen, or a good official who let them plant so many lands, and hurriedly knelt down to salute.

"Get up, there is no need to be polite," Gu Lin turned over and got off the horse, looking at the villagers of Majiatun who gathered here, "I am here to check with the people in the yamen the cultivation situation this year."

He got off the horse, Guan Peng Gao Tong and the others naturally couldn't ride the horse safely, so they got off the horse one after another.

Faced with these officials, the villagers in Majiatun were afraid.

However, people who have been to the state government office have told them a lot about the adults in the state capital. The adults in the state capital are very kind. Bring water up for them to drink, and let them stay in a hotel at night.

So although the heart beat a little, the villagers still maintained their composure.

Gu Lin glanced at the villagers who could hardly stand on the dam, and said to the village chief and a few elderly people: "Just leave a few people who are familiar with the farming conditions of each household here, and the rest go home. , do your own."

The village head and several seniors nodded repeatedly: "Yes."

They hurriedly instructed the nearest people, "All the big guys go back, there's no place for the adults to stand when they're crowded here."

"Remember to tell those who have dogs at home to tie them up. If you disturb the adults, it will be a serious matter."

"Yes, yes, Uncle San, the village chief, let's tell the big guy right away."

There are more than 1000 people in the whole village. Gu Lin's words at the front can only be heard by the people in the front part, while the people behind and scattered around are confused.

After being notified by the people in the village, a woman quietly said to her man: "I heard from my third uncle that our Zhizhou master is young, but I didn't expect him to be a young man. He looks younger than our children. Still young."

"The husband in the back is from your lord's room. Have you seen it? He looks very good-looking. He has never seen such a good-looking man in ten miles and eight villages."

"Only such a husband is worthy of the adults. Once the adults come, our life will be easier." As she said, the woman stood on tiptoe and looked at Gu Lin and the others.

The others were also in the same mind as her, and promised to leave, but their pace was a lot slower, just to see Gu Lin and the others.

The old village head said to Gu Lin: "My lord, why don't you go to the Caomin's house? The Caomin will tell you carefully how many grains are planted in the village and how much wasteland has been opened."

"No need," Gu Lin looked at the field next to the dam, "You guys take us to the field."

"?" Go to the field.

The old village head and a few other villagers looked at the luxurious clothes on Gu Lin and the others, but they didn't dare to raise any objections, and led Gu Lin and the others into the field.

The land near the village is old land handed down from parents and elders. Crops have been planted for many years, and the ridges and ridges of the fields have formed a large scale. The seedlings in the fields next to each other are as high as a finger bone, and there are new crops beside them. Weeded hogweed.

Lin Zhen, who was mixed with a group of small officials, hadn't stepped on the fields for almost a year or two. Seeing these lush seedlings, he seemed to be able to see the scene of the autumn harvest before his eyes.

The little official next to him said: "Why do these peasants hoe the seedlings? Isn't it a pity?"

A few more joined in.

Lin Zhen looked at the regretful seedlings he was pointing at, and looked at the little official who was speaking: "You are from a wealthy family, have you never farmed?"

The petty officials who knew he was Uncle Gu Lin heard him, cupped their hands and said, "Lin Fulang."

"It's true that I have never planted the fields, but those seedlings are growing well, why don't they stay?"

"How can the grain seeds distributed by our yamen be so wasted."

Lin Zhen looked at the pity on his face, bent down to pick up the hoeed "grass seedling", said: "This is pigweed, its vitality is very tenacious, if you don't cut off the root, it will germinate very quickly, it is better than the seedlings." It grows fast, and the seedlings can be completely covered in ten days and half a month."

"Just like ticks on cows and horses, they suck the blood and fat of cows and horses, which affects the harvest."

"This is the seedling." Lin Zhen picked up another seedling that looked somewhat similar to weeds. "It's just pulled out by the farmers. These seedlings are weak at first glance, so pull out the remaining seedlings." It's so long."