In fact, for civil servants, the busy spring sowing season is like a holiday!
Who understands? They are really exhausted!
Organize documents, register centimeter amounts, upload and issue notifications, and train new junior civil servants...
Haven’t the other two rebel factions banned civilians from leaving the city?
Why are there still so many people?
Sinan's good reputation spread more and more in Beijiang.
Food and lodging are free, children can go to school for free, and as long as you are a scholar, you don’t have to take the imperial examination, you can become an official if you pass the examination…
It's like a dreamland.
The people wished they could grow wings and fly to Sinan to find out what was going on.
Naturally, they became increasingly dissatisfied with the rebels.
But what if I’m dissatisfied?
We still have to submit to their tyranny.
But no matter what time, there are always people who commit crimes against the wind.
The same is true among the rebels.
Many brave people, bringing their families, climbed the mountains and took small paths to cross dangerous rapids.
I arrived in Sinan quietly.
At the gate of Sinan City, there were nearly a hundred civilians escaping from the rebels every day.
……..
Not to mention civil servants, for officials, spring planting is a novel experience, just like an outing.
The officials who remained in Beijiang were all talented pillars of the country.
In the past, they have been buried in state affairs and books. They were so busy that they had no chance to work in the fields.
The spring sunshine today is dazzlingly bright, the sky is very clear and blue, without a trace of impurities.
As the spring breeze blows, the willows beside the fields sway gently, and occasionally a few swallows fly low, adding a different touch of color to the green fields.
The swallows stretched out their scissor-like tails and looked at the clumsy people in the field with their dark eyes.
The square fields stretch as far as the eye can see, and the winding canals flow like silver silk.
The officials rolled up their trouser legs and tied their hair.
Some were weeding with hoes, some were sowing seeds, and some were squatting on the roadside, learning how to clear the canals like the farmers.
They all have one thing in common—clumsy movements.
This field is next to the fields of the people next door.
The common people had already finished sowing and were preparing for the next plot, but the officials had not even planted halfway.
The people couldn't bear to watch and wanted to come over to help, but they were afraid of hurting their self-esteem, so they just pretended not to see it.
In the top terrace, Xie Ling was weeding along the edge of the field with a sickle.
Spring had just passed and the field ridges were already covered with dense weeds.
After half an hour of construction, the field ridge in front of Xie Ling had only half of the yellow mud left.
As she was cutting, Xie Ling's eyes lit up. She put the sickle into her backpack, took out a small hoe, dug into the edge of the field, and then gently pulled along the vines.
A complete earlob was pulled off by her!
The cold-mixed Houttuynia cordata in spring is really refreshing.
Last winter, Qiuyue and her friends smoked bacon. It must be delicious when we stir-fry the bacon with watercress later!
When working in the spring, what could be more enjoyable than digging up delicious wild vegetables?
Xie Ling put the Polygonum multiflorum into the backpack.
Not far away, Gu Wei was turning the soil.
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