At night, Meng Xinghe lies on the bed, remembering the events of the day. He feels happy, distressed, angry and smiling.

The war made him happy, but that was all.

Song Xijiao, however, brings him far more rich feelings than carefree. She can easily arouse his anger, and can let him calm down in an instant. She can make him exuberant with any kind words, but a cold look can make him fall into the abyss immediately.

How can there be such a woman in this world, firmly occupy his heart, let him think of her all the time, even when he sleeps, his dream is always her joy and anger.

As for Wei Lang

Thinking of this man, his eyes can not help but deep.

This Wei Lang is very impressed with him today. Although he has not made any deep contact with this Wei Lang, only based on the observation of today's bet competition, he has a firm eye and a steady manner. Moreover, he always exudes a kind of magnanimous bearing which he does not have and is as powerful as the waves of a river.

That's the real general style.

The next morning, song Xijiao got up and walked into the yard, where she saw Zhao jiezheng chopping firewood with an axe.

This familiar scene almost dazzled her eyes.

Just a few months ago, when she woke up every morning, she saw this picture. Chestnut and han zi were squatting under the tree to pick the crabs in the stone crevice, while Zhong Chun was holding an axe and chopping firewood.

Seeing her come out, he would look up at her with an invisible smile. His eyes were always warm. If she only looked at her, he couldn't help but want to entangle him.

"Girl, up? You came back late last night. I drank too much wine. I couldn't bear to sleep. How about that Meng Xinghe

Song Xijiao's recollection was interrupted by Zhao Jie's rough voice. She couldn't help smiling and said, "no, everything went well yesterday. Brother Zhao, I designed some rudiments of farm tools before I went to bed last night. Please help me to see if there is something wrong with it. I'll revise it again. "

"Oh? So fast

Zhao Jie wiped his hands immediately, came over to take over the drawings, flipped them over, and took a puzzled breath: "is this plow rake too big? How many of them have to push together? "

Song Xijiao said: "no, a person can push, but also need a cow in front of pull."

"Cow?"

Song Xijiao nodded, which she had discovered for a long time.

In the fields near xianmingguan, there were only working tenants, but no cattle.

The reason why there are no cattle is that there are few tenants who can afford to buy cattle, but rich families can afford to buy them. But they can't deduct the wages of those tenants. How can they buy cattle for them and save their labor?

As a result, farming efficiency is low, agricultural tools have not been developed.

"I would like to have a cow for every five mu of land in my land. The cattle should be pulled in front and the people should be pushed behind. In this way, in addition to the farming season, weeding and watering are usually required, and only five people are needed for five mu of land."

Zhao Jie tut said: "a cow is not cheap. How can it cost 3000 yuan? If you have more than 70 mu of land, you have to buy more than a dozen cattle."

"I've done it. That's enough." Song Xijiao didn't care. "If we don't have enough money, we can earn more. But we have to make long-term plans to cultivate the habit of farming cattle. When the war is over, the people of xianmingguan can also be self-sufficient. Isn't that good?"

After hearing her words, Zhao Jie couldn't help shaking his head and exclaimed: "good, good! Miss song, you are a heroine among women. I admire Zhao! Don't worry. I'll take care of the business of buying cattle. I promise to negotiate a suitable price for you. I don't understand the plough and harrow. I'd better go to some people who know it and study it with you. "

"I'll trouble brother Zhao. By the way, I have one more thing to trouble brother Zhao. Do you know any rich families in xianmingguan? What do they like? I want to make inquiries, give in to their likes, and scrape some profit from them. Otherwise, I can only make money, and the blacksmith makes all the money of the common people. I'm sorry to go too far, and sooner or later I'll go bankrupt. "

Zhao Jie smelt speech and said with a smile: "OK, you wait here. I'll find someone who can talk. Come and talk to you about xianmingguan."

A few days later.

Wei Lang straightened out his soldiers. He had just entered the courtyard and planned to go into the house to wipe his sweat. Seeing Chen Yu passing by on the corridor, he stopped him and said, "you don't need to train. How can you get up so early?"

Chen Yu said with a smile: "I don't want to, but general Meng is used to getting up early. If he comes back to summon me and finds that I'm still sleeping, I'm afraid I can't provoke him."

"Oh? Is he used to getting up early

Wei Lang was very surprised at this point. After all, Meng Xinghe was rich in clothes and food since he was a child. Even if he was in the military camp, he had made great strides. Apart from the war, he had never suffered much.

It's not easy for such a person to be so self disciplined.Chen Yu said: "the general gets up before dawn every day. First he has to practice riding and shooting for half an hour, and then he has to practice Sabre and sword techniques for half an hour. Then he will go to practice. It's time to come back. "

His voice just falls, see Meng Xinghe strides into the courtyard.

Chen Yu saluted immediately: "general."

Meng Xinghe nodded slightly and walked forward without squinting. After a few steps, he stopped and turned to Chen Yu and asked, "she hasn't come here for several days?"

Wei Lang was in the audience and thought it was an important military affair. However, he knew that Chen Yu knew it immediately. He pinched his fingers and calculated: "it's five days."

"Five days?"

Meng Xinghe looks unhappy and frowns slightly.

"What is she up to?"

Wei Lang pricked up his ears and was curious. What was the secret code that these two people were playing? Who hasn't been here for a few days? Are there any other distinguished guests in Xianming pass?

Or the spies they planted in Wang Yuhe's army?

Chen Yu replied: "these days, Miss Song has been making farm tools in the blacksmith's shop. It is said that the hoes and shovels she has made are sold very well. She has also made a bent plow, bought cattle, and pulled it to open up wasteland. In a few days, she has cultivated the land, planted more than 60 mu of potatoes and planted all the remaining radish."

"What is she doing? She's going to stay in xianmingguan to be a peasant woman?" Meng Xinghe listened and couldn't help laughing, and then waved his hand, "you should take care of the military affairs first. I'll go to see her. If something happens, I'll send someone to her to look for me."

"Yes

When Meng Xinghe leaves, Wei langcai shakes his head helplessly. It turns out that these two people have been playing a secret code for a long time. What they said was song Xijiao's little girl.

It seems that the young general Meng really fell in love with song Xijiao.

He took out the knife he had put on his waist and took a look at it What about the prince?

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