Chi Xingyue did not add spiritual spring water specifically. After all, Qingshan Village was so big that she couldn't take care of it all.
But he also took good care of these little seedlings, taking them out to bask in the sun during the day and moving them back into the house to keep warm at night.
It is strange to say, but in previous years, by late March, the grass was already green and the flowers were blooming.
But this year, it is still early spring.
Therefore, no one dares to be careless, for fear that natural disasters will occur frequently this year like last year.
On March 24th, Chi Xingyue and Ling Jiheng went to the county.
I found a grocery store that sold seeds and ordered dozens of fruit tree seedlings from the owner.
Chi Xingyue looked at the obviously increasing number of people on the street and felt that everyone seemed a little restless.
As I was taking Ling Jiheng to the teahouse for tea, I heard someone beside me whisper, "The national mourning is almost over. When is your kid going to get married?"
Chi Xingyue suddenly realized that from the first day of the first lunar month to the twenty-fourth day of March, more than eighty days had passed since the old emperor passed away.
If we persist for a few more days, the hustle and bustle of the past will return.
Once you get the answer, there's nothing left to do.
After finishing the tea and snacks on the table, I was about to visit the embroidery workshop, study, and jewelry store, when I heard them talking about the situation in the capital.
Chi Xingyue sat down again after raising his butt.
I don't know where those two people got the information from, but they said that the new emperor was planning to make Concubine Xue the queen, but because the war was tense, he had not yet asked the Ministry of Rites to prepare.
There was also a prince who married into a local gentry and now he is rebelling and recruiting soldiers.
The princes could not sit still and marched their armies straight to Shangjing. When they met each other on the way, they all claimed to be the legitimate rulers and started fighting.
Before reaching the imperial city, more than half of the troops were killed, which gave the new emperor a chance to catch his breath.
Chi Xingyue held his chin with both hands and listened with great interest, thinking that if this were turned into a picture book, it would be a best-seller.
But she didn't dare, for fear of literary inquisition.
Even the most famous ancient Chinese novels in later generations were only allowed to be read secretly by Ling Jiheng.
He was afraid that it would get out and expose some lady's past, which would bring him fatal disaster.
Chi Xingyue was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice when the two people left.
I only heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance. I turned my head to look out the window and saw a young general on a horse wearing silver armor, with a serious face and holding a battle report.
People on both sides of the street automatically gave way and waited until the person left before whispering to each other.
"The Great Yong Dynasty is in chaos, and I don't know how long Youzhou City can remain peaceful."
Who knows? Just take it one day at a time as long as you can live in peace!
Chi Xingyue thought about it and went downstairs with Ling Jiheng.
The two did not discuss these sensitive topics outside, but went straight to the study to get the "Human Anatomy" that Boss Liu had copied last time.
Boss Liu waved his hand unhappily and said, "The scholar who copied books for your family fell ill because his family ran out of food, so he can't take any work recently."
Ling Jiheng frowned: "Didn't you go see a doctor?"
"I saw it, of course I didn't. He took a few doses of medicine but didn't get better. Instead, he spent all the money he earned copying books at night. What do you think he wants?"
This is not out of anger, but out of some concern for the good seedlings.
Ling Jiheng didn't expect that the other party would get sick just by copying a book for him. Is it really necessary to work so hard?
He didn't ask for uniform handwriting, right? Wasn't it distributed to different people before?
Ling Jiheng knew there was something hidden, but he didn't plan to ask in detail. Instead, he casually asked about the man's address.
Boss Liu had nothing to hide, so he showed him the way.
He also said: "Let's leave this book here for now. It has nothing to do with the imperial examination and is too gory. Not many people are willing to copy it anymore.
I'll hand it over to Zicheng when he's better."
Ling Jiheng left the study and accompanied Chi Xingyue to the cloth shop to choose some summer cloth. They then had a meal at Ruyi Tower before asking for directions and finally arrived at Qiu Zicheng's residence.
As soon as I got off the bus, I heard a violent cough.
Chi Xingyue glanced at Ling Jiheng in surprise, and subconsciously looked at the space pharmacy.
There was cough syrup in it, but the key was, she didn't know what disease the other person had.
Ling Jiheng also did not support giving the medicine directly. He knocked on the door and waited for a while. A woman wearing patched clothes came out of the room with an anxious look on her face.
"Excuse me, who are you..."
Ling Jiheng bowed and said, "Excuse me, is this Qiu Zicheng's family? I've been asked by Mr. Liu from the study to come and visit him!"
Mother Qiu knew Boss Liu and took good care of Zicheng.
The books at home were all copied by others. Five hundred coins a time was much more than she could earn washing clothes for others.
He hurriedly made way for the door and invited the person in. However, he was worried that Ling Jiheng would dislike this cramped and dilapidated courtyard.
Ling Jiheng showed no sign of abnormality and walked straight into the wing room.
When Qiu Zicheng put down the handkerchief, he found a stranger in the room.
Ling Jiheng took the initiative to introduce himself, but did not say his name or hometown, instead using the same excuse as before.
Qiu Zicheng was both shocked and moved, and repeatedly said that he was in poor health and had let down Boss Liu.
Ling Jiheng asked him about his condition and took out a few pieces of silver from his sleeve: "Boss Liu said that those manuscripts are for you, don't worry.
When you feel better, come back and get it."
Qiu Zicheng was deeply moved and after a few attempts at refusing, he finally accepted the change.
It’s not that he has no backbone, but his family really has no money.
If he doesn't take medicine, he might cough to death.
Ling Jiheng left and went outside to hold Chi Xingyue's hand and get into the car.
The group walked towards the city gate as if nothing had happened.
As time passed, the sweet potato seedlings in Qingfengyuan grew bigger and bigger, and some of them were ready to be planted.
Ling Jiheng didn't pay attention to Qiu Zicheng's illness. He just stayed at home quietly, reading or doing boxing.
On the third day of April, after a spring rain, Qingshan Village seemed to have changed a lot and was full of vitality everywhere.
Every morning when I wake up, I can hear the chirping of sparrows. Chi Xingyue is strolling around in the horse-faced skirt made by Shu Muyun. She is so beautiful.
Many girls in the village envied her, but only those families who loved their daughters particularly took out some money and went to the county embroidery shop to buy similar styles as dowries for their daughters.
Indeed, within a month or two, several families had arranged marriages, waiting only for the national mourning to end before making arrangements.
When I think about it, there aren't many days left. Time flies by so fast.
Ling Jiheng took his family to the fields to pull out the weeds in the wheat field.
Looking at the sparse fields, I decided not to waste them and intercropped them with sweet potatoes.
I gave half of the seedlings at home to the villagers, and planted the rest myself.
On the day of planting, the whole village gathered at the foot of the mountain to watch. After looking at it for a long time and finding nothing unusual, they returned to their own fields to dig holes and bury the soil.
Of course, this amount of seedlings is not enough, but time waits for no one, so the Ling family decided to divide the land for cultivation.
In addition, a batch of potatoes cultivated in the space were taken out, mixed with the sweet potato seedlings in the yard, loaded onto two ox carts, and sent to Zhou Jiajun.
Chi Xingyue looked at the ox cart going away and felt so heartbroken that tears were about to flow.
What a good opportunity to make a contribution, but it was just given away for nothing. It’s so frustrating.
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