Chapter 261 General Chen comes to get our pig feed again?
"So, you didn't bring the shell back for me to burn, but to play with?"
In the specially built bathing room, Sang Zhixia soaked in the warm pool, staring at the splashing water, and suddenly realized: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Will I have time to tell you?"
Xu Yu was slowly heating water through a bamboo tube in the next room. His tone sounded quite calm, but it was unknown what his specific emotion was.
"You didn't even look at it carefully after you brought it back. You opened the box and threw it into the brazier. If I had said something to stop you, what if you wanted to throw me in and roast me too?"
Sang Zhixia let out a cry and was suddenly at a loss for words. When she was racking her brains to find words to save the situation, she heard Xu Yu's low laughter.
Sang Zhixia tried hard to recall Xu Yu's expression when she was burning the shells. Hearing the laughter, she cautiously tested it out in frustration: "You're not angry?"
"Why are you angry?"
Xu Yu lowered his eyes to watch the trickling hot water, and said slowly, "I brought it all the way back here just to make you happy, didn't I?"
Although I don’t feel happy when I see fancy and beautiful shells.
But the result is the same even if the paths are different.
Seeing Sang Zhixia smile, the purpose of this thousand-mile escort was achieved.
Xu Yu was very satisfied with this.
Sang Zhixia was stunned for a moment before she couldn't help but laugh. She shrank her neck and dipped her chin in the water. When she opened her mouth, her voice was muffled, with small bubbles on the surface: "Xu Yu."
"uh-huh?"
"I was particularly happy one day. Do you want to know when it was?"
Xu Yu hummed in agreement, "When?"
"When I saw those three carts of rice seeds you specially collected and brought back for me."
No one knows the joy in my heart.
There is nowhere to say.
The rice seeds that arrived in three carts from thousands of miles away are like a piece of candy hidden in the tip of the heart. When you taste it carefully, you will always have a different honey flavor.
Sang Zhixia raised the corner of her lips and placed her hand on the wall that separated Xu Yu, adding seriously, "I'm very happy."
"real."
"I……"
"Zhizhi."
The hot water flowed out of the bamboo tube with a much larger volume. Amid the sound of the water, Sang Zhixia heard Xu Yu's hoarse voice: "I went to visit Doctor Hu when I came back this time."
Sang Zhixia didn't understand what he meant: "Why?"
"Doctor Hu said you can stop taking it after taking the last two doses."
The process of taking mulberry twig summer tonic is really painful.
It's not just Sangzhixia who is suffering.
Hearing such good news from Doctor Hu, not only did Sang Zhixia, who had suffered from the pain of taking tonics, breathe a sigh of relief, but even Xu Yu's tense heartstrings trembled silently.
In a few months, Sang Zhixia will be seventeen years old.
Xu Yu lowered his eyes to hide the dark color surging in them, and tried his best to maintain a steady tone as he said, "On your birthday, I'll take you out for a walk to relax."
Sang Zhixia was so immersed in the joy of not having to keep taking supplements that she couldn't help herself. She said absentmindedly, "It's all fine."
"But my birthday is in the summer, when..."
"The greenhouse had been removed by then, and the rice seedlings in the fields had already been planted."
Xu Yu poured the remaining hot water from the wooden barrel into the bamboo tube and spoke slowly, "The chickens, ducks, geese, and fat pigs on the farm are well looked after, and the oxen are there to clear the land. It won't hurt you to go out and relax."
All things are difficult at the beginning.
Sang Zhixia has already planted the idea of continuously reclaiming wasteland and expanding farming into everyone's minds, and has listed clear rules and regulations for this purpose.
Everyone now has a firm belief: as long as they do it, put their feet on the land and hold the farming tools in their hands, they will definitely reap a harvest.
Of course, if you follow the pace of Sang Zhixia's farm arrangements, you will gain more.
The village chief's family, who were the first to follow Sang Zhixia's example and build a greenhouse, earned a lot of money in the past year, and those who followed suit and built water trucks also enjoyed endless benefits.
The tangible gains before their eyes became silent and irrefutable evidence. The villagers who had been hesitant and waiting put aside their doubts, spontaneously inquired about the rules of the farm, and took the initiative to visit the farm to express their desire to join.
Sang Zhixia accepted everyone who came.
One person’s fullness does not mean everyone’s fullness.
The black soil of the northwest is vast and boundless. It is impossible to measure the remoteness of this vast land on foot. It is impossible to tap the huge energy hidden in this soil by relying solely on the power of the Xu family.
The wasteland here can give birth to more hope.
The spark of hope has already begun to flicker. As long as we carefully nurture it, then...
Countless distracting thoughts flashed through Sang Zhixia's mind, and all of them turned into a smile that spread across her eyes.
She leaned against the wall of the warm pool, closed her eyes and said, "Great."
"When the spring plowing is over and the rice seedlings in the fields are green, we'll go out for a walk."
By that time, it will probably be a completely different scene...
Sang Zhixia waited for a month, and finally it was time to demould the handmade soap. On that day, the imperial envoy from Kyoto also happened to arrive at the Northwest Camp.
Under the nervous gaze of the little ones, Sang Zhixia held her breath and gently turned the mold upside down on the spread cotton cloth. After hearing half of the conversation, she said in a strange tone: "Rice bran?"
"General Chen is here to take our pig feed again? Aren't we already in a food shortage? Why is this man, a great general, picking on our pigs and cattle?"
We need both fodder and rice bran.
I'd like to ask General Chen, is there anything else he doesn't want?!
"Hahaha! This time it's really not the case!"
Uncle Xu clapped his hands in laughter, wiped his face, and then said, "A few days ago, I came to ask for some rice bran. It wasn't to embarrass the pigs, but to embarrass the imperial envoy."
The imperial envoy came all the way from Kyoto, and it is hard to say what he saw along the way.
But when the imperial envoy arrived at the Northwest Camp, what they saw must have been the most tragic scene.
Uncle Xu curled his lips subtly and sneered, "Chen Nianhe is a very calculating person."
"He first caused a huge commotion in Kyoto, forcing the court to send people to investigate. Then, while the imperial envoy was about to arrive, he gathered a group of beggars and refugees from who knows where and stuffed them all into the Northwest Camp."
Xu Yu, who was helping Sang Zhixia remove the mold, raised an eyebrow and said playfully, "He asked these people to dress up as soldiers in the camp?"
"It's not just about pretending to be a soldier."
Uncle Xu smacked his lips and said, "In order to welcome the arrival of the imperial envoy, Chen Nianhe and all the famous generals around him went hungry for a long time."
Xu Yu: “…”
Sang Zhixia: "..."
Uncle Xu sighed as they watched, "We didn't get to see him, but Song Liu said General Chen and his generals were so hungry they were pale and thin, their steps unsteady. When they saw the imperial envoy enter the camp, their eyes flashed with the murderous intent of wanting to kill someone alive."
"I heard that the imperial envoy was so frightened that he couldn't even eat at the welcoming banquet that day, fearing that he would be eaten by these hungry people. He hid in his tent and didn't dare come out."
To be precise, even if the imperial envoy had a big heart and could eat a lot, there was nothing to eat on the table.
Chen Nianhe said that the bowl of porridge mixed with 80% rice bran was the best meal to serve to guests. If they didn't eat it, it would be gone. If this bowl was given away, the people below would have to fight for it!
The group of people from Kyoto didn't believe it at first.
It was not until they saw the generals, both big and small, staring at the bowl of porridge with red eyes that they had no choice but to believe it.
If he wasn't extremely hungry, how could he be so angry?
It's almost biting someone!
The imperial envoy urgently sent a memorial to Kyoto that night, but no one knew what it said.
But one thing is certain: Chen Nianhe has survived this wave in the northwest.
Sang Zhixia and Xu Yu looked at each other, and seeing the amusement in each other's eyes, they just curled their lips and smiled.
Sang Zhixia lowered her head and tapped the mold in her hand. When the white soap inside slid out, she looked closely and smiled immediately: "It's done!"
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