After returning home, the Su family was so happy to see the basket of bubbling river crabs that they danced with joy. In short, because of these ten crabs, the Su family had an extra sumptuous dinner.
The excitement surrounding the "Edict of Confession" spread from Lefeng County to the small village of Huaxi. Farmers toiled year-round, and now, unbeknownst to the higher authorities, a "Edict of Confession" was finally issued. The farmers simply watched for the novelty and excitement.
It was so rare to have a topic that was different from the usual eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, and everyone discussed it with great interest.
Naturally, people would talk about this in Su Qingluan's sketching class every ten days.
While sorting her belongings after class, Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi and asked, "How long has the current emperor been on the throne?"
Mu Xingzhi glanced at Su Qingluan and said, "If you count this year, it has been twenty-seven years."
Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi and said, "Didn't a lunar eclipse ever happen in these 27 years? Or...what about a solar eclipse?"
Mu Xingzhi smiled and said, "Of course there is."
Hearing the other party's affirmative answer, Su Qingluan couldn't help but complain: "This heavenly dog is really busy. Sometimes it eats the moon, sometimes it eats the sun. After eating, it still doesn't feel at peace. Every time it gets scared away, it just doesn't learn its lesson. It comes back every time. It seems that its brain is not very smart."
Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "Now that you put it that way, the Heavenly Dog is quite resilient. It's been tempered a thousand times, yet it's never broken."
The two of them joked for a while, and as Su Qingluan was about to leave, she suddenly lowered her head and seemed to mutter to herself, "I wonder why the current emperor has to issue a 'repentance edict' this time?"
Of course, she didn't look at Mu Xingzhi, but intuitively she felt that this person must have done something or used some means.
But as always, she didn't ask any questions. She simply kept her head down, doing her job and providing the necessary value. Curiosity killed the cat, and she wouldn't ask any more questions that would put herself and her family in danger.
But occasionally she would give Mu Xing a little "prick" like she did today, to let him know that he was not really a tool or a fool who only knew how to work at the door.
Su Qingluan originally thought that, like countless times before, Mu Xingzhi would not say anything and would just smile and remain silent. She never expected that this time he would ask, "If this matter has something to do with me, what do you think?"
Su Qingluan paused as she was about to step out the door and turned back. "It doesn't matter. Whatever happens, it's fine." Su Qingluan looked into Mu Xingzhi's eyes, which were like a deep pool when she first saw him, without any hesitation. "I'm not interested in family and world affairs. I just want to live a good life with my family. But I also know that when the nest is overturned, no one will be left unbroken. So even if the flood is overwhelming, I should at least earn a ticket for myself and my family, right?"
"Do you think I can afford the 'ticket'?" Mu Xingzhi asked.
Su Qingluan shrugged: "At least compared to ordinary people like me, you have a greater chance, right?"
Of course, Su Qingluan actually had some things to say. In her opinion, being able to remain anonymous for several years in this remote village was a typical "grassroots" job.
One of the most taboo things for a person in a dominant position is to live in a fairy tale vacuum created by his subordinates. From this point of view, the man in front of him has taken a crucial step ahead of many people.
However, Su Qingluan still didn't know whether the person in front of her was aiming for that supreme position - whether it was or not, she couldn't say it too clearly.
After all, if the person in front of you really wants to fight for that position, "the king's heart is hard to predict" has always been a golden saying.
After coming out of Mu Xingzhi's house, Su Qingluan took a sip of the increasingly cold wind and ran quickly towards her home.
When I arrived at the door, I saw Su Guangfu putting charcoal and firewood into the small warehouse in the backyard.
"A lot has been shipped in today!" Su Qingluan looked at Su Guangfu, "Father, I'm here to help too!"
Su Guangfu waved his hand and said, "This charcoal will turn all black once you touch it. Don't touch it. I can do it myself. You've been tired for a long time. Go inside and warm up."
After hearing this series of nagging, Su Qingluan felt warm in her heart, so she stood aside and watched Su Guangfu mess with the coal and firewood.
The family that bought the firewood was originally the father and son who had been supplying the firewood when Su Jiazhi had set up a stall in Lefeng Town.
Unlike the Su family who don't mind this expense, the Liu family needs to consider the increased cost of directly purchasing coal, which will lead to reduced profits.
At the beginning, because Liu Sheng's legs and feet were not so nimble, he needed to buy some coal and firewood to burn the stove to cook the braising soup.
However, as Liu Sheng recovered more and more and his legs and feet became more flexible, the Liu family thought about chopping firewood and making fire as much as possible to reduce this part of the expenditure.
However, originally, the father and son who sold charcoal only supplied the Su family with enough to live on. The Liu family needed to "cut costs", so they needed to find other buyers.
Unfortunately, in such a large county like Lefeng, it is very rare to find a house with such a fair price as the Su family. Moreover, everyone wants to make their own firewood, and the few times they buy it are just for emergency use, and it can't last long.
Later, it was Liu Yunniang who told Su Qingluan about this matter.
Su Qingluan naturally didn't think that the Liu family had done anything wrong. After all, they were not like her own family who didn't mind the monthly expenses of a few taels.
But the father and son who sold charcoal were indeed short of money.
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