Chapter 377 Someone is furious

Now that the village is reunited, needless to say, the big feast has to be set up.

In addition to the Jiang family, the village chief's family, Yang Er's family, and several other families who followed the army to the war also hosted the feast and invited the villagers to join in the fun.

I don't know if it was because of the weather, but the weather has been good for several days.

Under the bright sun, the smoke from cooking covered the village like a cloud of mist. The adults were busy carrying rice, noodles, meat and vegetables, and their hands were flying, and the laughter was endless.

The children were in the playground, and they were almost laughing.

When the smell of meat came out, there was no need for the women to put their hands on their hips and shout, the greedy children were like hens out of the cage, flapping their "wings" and returning to the pen.

The villagers had rarely traveled far from home, and were very curious about the customs and practices in the south. During the banquet, they surrounded Fengze and asked him questions.

"I heard that it's still like spring in the south, warm enough to wear light clothes, and flowers are blooming on the roadside, but is it true?" Old Li took a sip of wine. "

I heard from my son-in-law that there is a small country called Myanmar not far from the south. They go to the south to capture people all year round, cut off their waists and legs, and force them to write letters to cheat their families of money. Is this a bad thing?" The village chief also asked with an exaggerated look on his face.

Jiang Fengze smiled and nodded one by one.

"Uncle Li is right. The climate in the south is better than our north. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's spring all year round."

However, each flower has its own fragrance.

In Jiang Fengze's eyes, the spring-like south is beautiful, but he still prefers the frozen winter scenery in the north. This is his preference for his hometown.

Jiang Fengze also talked about the preferences and food characteristics of the southerners.

"By the way, there are many specialties there, such as fresh flower cakes, dried pork legs, and Pu'er tea. I brought back a lot and will share them with everyone." "

As for the Burmese, after we left the Southern Army, we have already found the local government and asked them to wipe out the bandits in Burmese as soon as possible. I believe that soon, we can return peace to the people in the south." Jiang Fengze said this with a righteous face.

The village chief and others nodded and cheered, shouting loudly under the influence of alcohol.

"Long live the Southern Dynasty!"

"May the people live in Chang'an!"

"May the world be at peace!"

After several big banquets in a row, the adults could afford to eat a lot.

But little Nuobao couldn't bear it anymore. She sat against the wall, pinching the fleshy circle on her belly, pouting helplessly, feeling that it was full of oil and water, which was really greasy.

At noon, Mu Yihan was also worried that she would upset her stomach if she continued to eat and drink.

So he didn't let her go to the banquet, but took care of the children at home, and had some light porridge and vegetables together.

The big kang was heated so hot that it burned her buttocks. Little Nuobao was like a pancake, turning herself over from time to time.

Mu Yihan squinted his eyes, caught the look of her hands and feet being busy, and took out a thick cushion, put it on the kang, and lifted the little fat girl up to sit down.

"Come here and eat porridge." A deep voice sounded.

Little Nuobao sat down obediently, licking his little mouth, waiting for his father to feed him.

Mu Yihan held the rice bowl in his big hands. On the golden and thick pumpkin millet porridge, he also put a little sour cucumber and half a salted egg yolk.

He fed her patiently one spoonful at a time, and his face was completely devoid of the solemn and indifferent look he had when facing court officials.

Occasionally, when his hands got sore from holding the spoon, Mu Yihan would deliberately tilt the spoon and rub it on the face of the young lady.

"Open your mouth wide and eat. Why can you only eat half a spoonful at a time? Daddy's hands are tired." He pretended to blame.

Little Nuobao's face was chubby, and a small flesh pit appeared when it was touched. It was so cute.

She grabbed Mu Yihan's collar and wiped her face angrily. Daddy, as a "feeder", was incompetent and fed her face!

"Feed well, bad daddy~"

"Eat well, little fat girl!"

In the farmhouse, the big and the small sometimes smile with narrowed eyes, sometimes quarrel, enjoying the warmth of father and daughter.

There are two little ones lying on the edge of the kang, looking left and right as the two of them watch.

Little Chun Ge'er can already run and jump, and he hangs around Nuobao all day long, like a loyal little slave.

Look, when little Nuobao is full and lies on the kang with his legs spread out, as long as you wave your little fat hand, Chun Ge'er will be happy, holding fruits and goat milk tea, and handing them over clumsily and obediently.

If the little aunt is happy and praises him, Chun Ge'er will be happier like a puppy.

When the whole family comes back, they can't help but feel very relieved when they see Chun Ge'er wagging his tail and Dong Ge'er chewing on little Nuobao's feet.

Mrs. Feng nodded and sighed, "The two children are so young, but they know how to pester Nuobao. They are worthy of being the descendants of our Jiang family."

Jiang Fengnian also nodded with a smile in his eyes, "Chun Ge'er is honest. When he grows up, he will serve his sister as a housekeeper."

"Dong Ge'er is active. I think it's good for him to be a martial artist and a bodyguard for his aunt in the future!"

This statement was echoed by all, and the whole family clapped their hands with satisfaction.

The two little kids on the kang blinked in confusion, not knowing that they had been "career planned".

But it's not a loss. Following their aunt, they can hold the thickest thigh in the entire Nanji Kingdom!

This is equivalent to fighting for fifty years at a young age and being supported from birth!

After six or seven days, the decree issued by Mu Yihan finally turned a corner and spread throughout the capital and Daliu Village.

The villagers were all excited when they heard about it.

They crowded at the door of Jiang's house to pay their respects to the little princess and the uncle.

Yang Er and his men were also walking on cotton, holding the 100 taels of silver reward, and were so excited that tears streamed down their faces.

100 taels, this is the silver that can only be earned by farming for 20 years!

They have grown up, and have never seen such a lot of money at once, let alone received it.

After two months in the south, they have earned savings that others may not be able to save in half a lifetime.

And being promoted to a first-class soldier is a great honor and a kind of lifelong protection!

According to the laws of the Southern Dynasties, as long as a first-class soldier serves in the army for five years, his eldest son will be exempted from corvée forever, and after he reaches the age of fifty, the Ministry of War will also issue 100 dou of rice every year.

Following Jiang Fengze southward, it was such a blessing for them.

Many people gathered at Jiang's house, some congratulated him, some expressed gratitude, and it was very lively for a while.

Little Nuobao sat on the neck of the third brother, wearing a fox fur scarf, her little face as white as snow, and waved at everyone.

The villagers had never seen the world, and when they saw the little princess, they didn't know whether to bow or kneel.

Seeing that the village chief wanted to take the lead in kneeling, Feng was quick to help her up.

"We are all from the same village. She has watched Nuobao grow up. How can she accept your gift?" Feng waved her hand, "Isn't this unorthodox?" Jiang Fengze

was very easy-going and smiled, "Don't worry, Nuobao's princess ceremony will be held in Beijing. She hasn't been officially crowned yet. We are just like usual in the village. Don't be restrained."

Old Zhang and Mrs. Liu relied on their age to rush to the front. Each of them shook Nuobao's fat hand and smiled with their hands on their hips.

"Thanks to Nuobao, we have also seen the princess." Mrs. Liu was so beautiful.

Old Zhang said happily, "Tell others in the future that I have touched the princess's hand. I guess the value of my old hand will increase accordingly."

Little Nuobao covered her mouth secretly.

Not only the hands, but even Grandpa Zhang's buttocks were burned by her thunder and fire. That buttocks is more valuable than the hands.

Feng Shi saw what the girl was laughing at, and was afraid that she would let the cat out of the bag, so she quickly patted her little buttocks to warn her.

Yang Er and the others surrounded Feng Ze, and their faces were full of joy. They discussed whether to buy a good piece of land in the suburbs of the city or send it to a bank to earn interest after getting the reward silver.

The whole village was in high spirits. At this time, Da Huang at the entrance of the village suddenly bared his teeth and barked a few times.

Everyone looked over.

At the entrance of the village, several village chiefs from other villages were rushing over, some with smiles on their faces, and some were furious...