Farming and Reclaiming Wasteland, I Pampered Hou Ye In Ancient Times

The Song family's exiles this time are mostly men and only a few women.

It's enough to cook, they have finished breakfast, and they have made dry food for noon.

Compared with the refugees who fled the famine, this group of exiles lived a fairy life.

Everyone is very active on their way, wishing to grow a pair of wings and fly directly to the mud town of Youzhou.

Chu Lixuan and Jiang Xinyan felt a little better when they saw their positive performance.

"Brother and sister-in-law hurried over to eat, they all finished."

Seeing his eldest brother and sister-in-law, Chu Lixiang urged them happily.

"Yo! Brother Xiang is so active that he wants to open up wasteland for farming!"

Jiang Xinyan made fun of this cute baby, he was the best on the way.

She has two points of preference for Chu Lixiang, Chu Lixuan is not satisfied! Turned her face to prevent her from looking at her little brother.

This vinegar jar was flying all over the sky, even eating the vinegar of an eight-year-old child. Jiang Xinyan deeply despised men.

Chu Lixiang giggled, and now he is not afraid of his elder brother glaring at him.

When he woke up early in the morning, he smelled the aroma of the food, and when he was happy, he saw Song Mingjiang at the gate of their yard.

"Brother Song, why are you so early? Have you had breakfast? My eldest sister is ready."

"Brother Xiang, eat slowly, my clan and I are full, and we will all set off together."

Two people, not three people, and Chu Lizheng, chatted chatteringly.

Seeing Chu Lixuan and his wife coming out, Chu Lixiang came over happily and urged them to have breakfast.

The Chu family's breakfast is white rice porridge with scallion pancakes. The green onions were naturally grown by Chu Lixuan and his wife.

Although Song Mingjiang was full, he still swallowed. The aunts in his clan made buns from flour.

Although it is also delicious, it is still a thousand miles away from the scallion pancake.

Chu Lixiang handed Song Mingjiang a scallion pancake, and Song Mingjiang took it with a blushing face, wanting to go back to their thatched hut to eat.

When he left the gate of the courtyard, he saw a large group of people waiting outside, and Song Mingjiang was even more at a loss.

The ten-year-old child swiftly handed the scallion pancake to the clan elder.

With his thin hands, the Song clan elders tore open the scallion pancake, ate a small half of it by himself, and stuffed the other half into Song Mingjiang's hands.

When Song Mingjiang saw the old man eating, he lowered his head and ate the scallion pancake in his hand.

It was so fragrant that he couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrance and could only eat it.

Jiang Xinyan took all of this into her eyes, and she felt that Song Clan elder was doing a good job.

The Chu family quickly finished breakfast, and they all walked up the official road together.

The officials stopped beating the gongs loudly, but they wanted to go slower, even slower!

Zhao Yu got the martial arts secret book and practiced it so much that he didn't know where to hide and practice.

The three Jinyiwei ate with the Chu family and walked beside their team on the road.

When encountering refugees fleeing the famine on the way, there is no shortage of water now, so Chu Lixuan called Jin Yiwei to send them some semolina and seeds.

I told them to stop wandering around, settle down on the spot, and plant the seeds and eat them soon.

The refugees who escaped from the famine looked at the food with tears in their eyes, and knelt down and kowtowed on the spot to thank him, "God open your eyes! The official is so kind."

The officials didn't dare to say anything about the Zhennan Hou, no matter how stupid they were, they knew they couldn't talk nonsense.

Officials have no post station to enter, so there is no news from the court, if it is not for the food of Zhennan Hou.

They starved to death on the road long ago, and now they were shorter than the exiles.

Because Zhennanhou was an exile, the other exiles were proud.

All with their heads held high and their faces brightly written, I am an exile and I am proud!