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

Jiang Xinyan looked at this picture and felt very happy. This is the place chosen by the couple. The white snow is dotted with green, and there is really a hint of fireworks.

It is no longer a cold, lifeless barren land. If the original people here saw this scene, would they regret their escape?

Chu Lixuan expected that Cheng Xianhou and the others would come to the door, but he did not expect that they would come so soon.

Cheng Xianhou supported his grandfather Cheng Taifu, and Song Junkang, the former general of the Song Dynasty, one was Yang Wanlin, the former prince's companion, and Song Junkang was supported by his young grandson Song Daida.

In fact, Song Junkang was still very healthy and didn't need help, but Song Daida was desperate to keep up. He really wanted to meet Zhennanhou.

When Chu Lixuan and Jiang Xinyan heard that they were visiting, they called Zhao Yu to greet them. They planted vegetables with their hands full of mud, so they went back to wash their hands and tidy up before going to see the guests.

Jiang Xinyan admired it very much. Two elderly people who were nearly seventy years old must be able to survive in this bitter and cold barren land and live such a long life.

Zhao Yu brought five people into the big yurt where they usually ate, and there were complete tables, chairs and benches.

There are also two pots of white charcoal burning brightly red. It is very warm when entering the simple dining room. It is much more comfortable than their cold cave!

Cheng Xianhou was a man in his twenties, and his group of exiles was recognized by all of them as a capable man of literacy and martial arts.

When he walked into the dining room, he felt ashamed of himself. He was also an exile, and he was still there during the famine. Don't be too comfortable these days!

On their way, they saw the children smiling so happily, without a trace of exile sadness, and the adults waving their hoes vigorously, unable to cover the smiles on their faces.

Cheng Xianhou recalled that 12 years ago, Grandpa Song's family and the exiles he had just met at that time were all crying and wailing, and they were so embarrassed that they didn't look human at all.

Although Cheng Xianhou was born in the northern cold land, his life was much better than the average person when he was a child.

Because at that time, Grandpa Song helped them, and Uncle Yang and Uncle Wang helped them. Now it seems that it is not enough compared with the huge dining room of Zhennan Hou.

Cheng Xianhou looked at the five of them now, sloppy clothes and wrapped like a zongzi, but he still felt a little cold.

Look at the two people sitting opposite him. It is said that they are about the same age as him, a little over twenty years old.

Besides, this large round house is made of a lot of wood. In this bitter and cold place, the most important thing is wood, but unfortunately they did not expect it.

The roof is made of many wooden beams, and then covered with animal fur, the snow can slide down automatically, and will not stay on the roof and crush the house.

It's not that they can't hunt the fur of wild animals, and because they have to exchange meat for food all year round, there are still many wild animals that they hunt, but unfortunately they didn't expect it!

The tables and chairs in the dining room are all made of wood, which is firm and beautiful, but they still didn't expect it!

People use a few rotten iron pots to burn black fire excrement (white charcoal), and there is no smoke, and it will not smoke children.

That fire shit is made of wood, and they don't lack it, but unfortunately they only know how to keep burning open fire and roasting. Once the fire is extinguished, it will be cold. If the firewood is not dry, the tears will flow!

If there is no comparison, there will be no harm, and a comparison will turn him, a talented person who claims to be a genius, into a scum in seconds!

The most unbelievable thing is that when they came, they smashed the snow-planted vegetables. When their secret spy went back and said, everyone joked that the Houmo of Zhennan was not a fool. Can you grow vegetables in the snow?

He was severely scolded by his grandfather, and everyone was unconvinced. Cheng Xianhou was also very disapproving at the time. He had never seen snow-shaving vegetables.

Although Chinese cabbage and radishes were eaten in the winter before here, they were all planted in autumn, and when it snowed, they were ready to eat.

However, they have just come all the way, what is that green? That's a precious vegetable!

In previous years, they used two pounds of meat for one kilogram of vegetables! They have never tried it, and they make fun of others beyond their own power!

Their Cheng family did not have the support of the Song family, the Yang family, and the Sun family. As soon as their family was suppressed by the county master, they were so hungry that their faces were yellow and skinny, and they were miserable.

It was his grandfather and Grandpa Song who turned the tide and took them to hide in the snowy mountains, living a life like a savage.

Every day you think about what to eat tomorrow? What I worry about every day is that there are no officers and soldiers, and they dare to chase the mountains and the wild beasts to find fault with them.

What's the fun in their life? I want to be full! What to expect in the future? Eat every meal!

What are their plans for life? Live!

Cheng Xianhou suppressed the vicissitudes of his eyes, "May I ask Zhennan Hou, do you have time to come and see us?"

"Our grandfather is an exile now. There is no Zhennanhou here. Mr. Cheng must be a Zhennanhou?" Zhao Yu asked coolly.

"No, my grandfather and Grandpa Song came here today mainly to visit your grandfather." Cheng Xianhou said humbly and politely.

"Elder Cheng and Mrs. Song were both famous people in the past. We should have visited the two of you as a couple. Unfortunately, you didn't seem to welcome us very much last time, so you didn't dare to disturb them."

Cheng Xianhou was startled by a crisp and familiar voice. He looked up and saw a long and jade-like man pulling a petite woman in.

The woman is young, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate eyebrows and bright eyes. Even if she spends a few months in exile, she spends a few months in the wind and sleeps on the road, but she still has a unique beauty.

It is even better than the beauty of the capital in his grandfather's painting. His grandfather's painting is recognized as lifelike, vivid, with a magical brush, and a wonderful hand...

When Cheng Xianhou looked at Jiang Xinyan, Jiang Xinyan was also looking at the five people in the dining room. The two old men were said to be about the same age as the eldest princess' grandmother, less than seventy years old.

However, the two old men looked like they were over a hundred years old, and the folds on their faces were deeper than one, as if the vicissitudes of life were carved on their faces.

Sitting next to the brazier, there is a kind of calmness and ease in which Mount Tai collapsed in front of him but his color did not change, and the elk flourished on the left without blinking his eyes.

The man sitting next to him was the man whose wife had a difficult childbirth that day. Jiang Xinyan thought he was a middle-aged uncle!

Only later did I find out that he was one year younger than Chu Lixuan! At this time, he was wearing thick beast skin, and his lips were dry and peeling from the cold wind.

Those eyes were calm and unwavering, as deep as a dry well. The originally delicate facial features became mean because of thinning, like a blade polished by years, and there was an air of depression in silence.