There was a bright moon hanging high in the sky that night, but in the second half of the night there was a sudden thunder and then it started to rain.
Dong Shulan woke up early in the morning. When she heard the sound of rain outside, she lay back down on the bed.
I've been so tired these days. I thought the rain might not stop for a while, so I decided to sleep a little longer.
I was obviously very sleepy, but I couldn't fall asleep no matter how I tossed and turned in bed.
She finally got up, roughly combed her hair in front of the bronze mirror, opened the door, and a moist air blew in her face, carrying the dry smell of soil and the fragrance of the big banyan tree in the yard.
She leaned against the fence, watching the heavy rain and the mist stirred up by the rain, and suddenly thought of Fu Erdai, whom she cared about very much.
Now it is the second day of August, and the rice is about to mature.
She had been to that rice field, and the rice was growing very well under the careful care of Wang Er and Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang said, this is what the young master calls the rich second generation.
Dong Shulan didn't understand, so Wang Er pulled out a rice ear from the field next door. Comparing the two, Dong Shulan understood - the rice ear from Fu Erdai was obviously longer, bigger and fuller than the other one.
The face of the old farmer Wang Er was filled with intense excitement. He said that next year, the seeds of Fu Erdai would be able to be planted throughout Xishan. What the young master meant was that from now on, all the farms in Xishan would only do this one thing - breeding!
Next year will be the third generation of the Fu family. These seeds will be planted all over the country during the Yu Dynasty. From then on, the grain yield will be at least twice as high as before!
Dong Shulan leaned against the fence and looked at the mist and rain and smiled.
It was as if Fu Xiaoguan was right beside him.
He is an amazing man!
He is my man!
The smile on her face slowly faded. My man, where are you?
Fu Erdai is about to have a good harvest, but we must not let this rainstorm ruin it. Since you are not here, I will go and take a look.
She turned and went downstairs, put on a straw raincoat and a cloak in the room on the first floor, and walked into the rain, startling Chunxiu who hurriedly followed her out.
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Dong Shulan and Chunxiu crossed the Baishui River one after another and came to the edge of the field. They saw Wang Er and Wang Qiang busy with something at the edge of the field.
As they walked over, Wang Er turned around and was startled. He said hurriedly, "Young Madam, please go back quickly. The rain is so heavy, don't catch a cold. Don't worry, we, father and son, are here to guard it, so nothing will go wrong."
Dong Shulan smiled and said, "I'm not as precious as you think. Whatever the young master can do, I can do too..."
She glanced at the field and said, "Young Master hasn't come back yet, and this is his hard work. It's not that I'm worried, but I just wanted to take a look... What are you doing digging up this ridge?"
Wang Er lifted his handkerchief and wiped the rain off his face, saying, "Madam, the rain won't stop anytime soon. We need to drain the water from the fields, otherwise the rice will be in trouble if it gets soaked."
"Oh..." Dong Shulan nodded thoughtfully, then she took off her shoes and rolled up her trouser legs. Chunxiu quickly pulled her back, "Madam, no!"
"It's okay. I've already said that I can do what he can do, but I just can't do it as well as him."
Chunxiu, Wang Er and Wang Qiang stared blankly, and saw the young lady walking into the field barefoot.
She picked up the rice stalks that had been knocked down by the rain one by one. Although her movements were clumsy, she did it with great patience.
Chunxiu's eyes suddenly turned red and tears flowed uncontrollably.
She also took off her shoes and socks, went to the fields, and silently did the same things as the young lady.
This was the first time in Dong Shulan's life that she went to the fields.
She felt very calm and thought that this was what she should do, because she was thinking that he had gone down to the fields in the storm last year in the same way.
He said that people are not divided into high and low, and he said that these farmers are the ones who provide food and clothing to the people of this world.
He was right. It was simple farmers like Wang Er and Wang Qiang who supported the millions of people in the vast Yu Dynasty.
She was so busy working that she didn't notice many farmers coming to the fields.
Almost all of them were from Wangjia Village. They had received favors from the young master, but now the young mistress actually came to take care of the fields in this heavy rain, which was a loud slap in their face!
This piece of land is the young master's treasure and the hope of Xishan. Yet I came later than the young mistress - how can I be unfair to the young master!
There wasn't much rice left. When Dong Shulan felt her waist a little sore, she straightened up and discovered that there were more than ten farmers in the rice field.
Wang Er winked at Chunxiu, who supported Dong Shulan and said, "Look, Madam, the work is done. Let's go up."
"Um."
When Dong Shulan was walking towards the ridge of the field, two more people came in the heavy rain.
They were not villagers from Wangjia Village. One of them was actually Yan Xiwen, the county magistrate of Yao County!
At this moment, Yan Xiwen stood by the field. He looked at the familiar figure in the rainstorm in shock and wiped his eyes in disbelief. Dong Shulan looked up at that moment, and he saw the still stunning face under the bamboo hat!
Dong Shulan was quite surprised. She didn't expect Yan Xiwen to come. She had originally planned to go to Yao County to see him in two days.
She smiled and stepped onto the ridge of the field. "What's going on? There's no wind. Could it be that the heavy rain has brought the Yanda County Magistrate here?"
Yan Xiwen gave a wry laugh and shook his head, "Is this what it means when a husband sings and the wife follows?"
"Don't tell me, it's true."
She went to a small pond beside the field and washed her feet. Then she put on her shoes and socks while they were still wet. She turned to Wang Er and said, "I'll leave this to you."
Wang Er quickly replied, "Young Madam, please don't say that. These are our responsibilities."
"A friend has come from afar. I will go back first. If you have any difficulties, remember to come to the other courtyard and tell me."
Dong Shulan walked in front, and Yan Xiwen followed behind. Behind Yan Xiwen was an old man, who was the housekeeper and advisor assigned to him by his family when he took office last year.
Yan Xiwen gazed at Dong Shulan's back, a thousand thoughts welling up in his mind. This stunningly talented woman from Jinling, who should have been like a caged canary, had been led astray by Fu Xiaoguan. She'd actually taken to the fields to do farm work. If he told this to the dandies and high-minded students in the capital, they would surely not believe him.
I have been tortured to the point of being completely changed in the past year. This is because the officialdom is too muddy, and also because I want to make some achievements.
But Dong Shulan went to the fields...
Aren't you just putting on a show?
But Dong Shulan doesn't look calm at all. Could it be that she also wants to be a landlord's wife like Fu Xiaoguan?
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