Neixiang County Ya, Chen Mei, who was retained in Neixiang, changed her past style, trembling, and was afraid of making a mistake every day.

When she learned that the "Mr. Starting Point" who offered advice to bite with a duck and cured his son Chen Yong's "chicken discomfort" turned out to be the prince of Zhu Ming, and even the former third prince took the entire Nanyang County overnight, Chen Mei only felt that her future had become dark.

These days, Rao is Li Dan has been looking for any earthworms, but they can't treat his "Yang Wei" disease.

The price of cucumbers on the market has tripled......

"Master, according to me, you are talking nonsense!"

Li Dan had some resentment in his words.

The extended family would build ice cellars to hide summer vegetables and eat them fresh in the winter.

Although this thing is satisfying, the core is too cold!

Can't stand it!

I really can't stand it......

Chen Mei smiled bitterly: "Madam, my future is probably over, master!" ”

The starting point turned out to be the third prince of Zhu Ming, and he also captured Nanyang and became the emperor of Xinming......

Oh, my God!

He actually accepted a gift from someone else!

You must know that the other party who gives the gift is still the person that His Majesty relies on the most!

Chen Mei only felt that her heart was like the cucumber used by Li Dan at night - wow cool and cool!

"I said, why are you so confused?" Li Dan hated that iron could not become steel, so he stretched out his hand and poked Chen Mei a few times:

"Are you stupid or not, let me ask you, are there many literate people in the Zhang family?"

"Needless to say?" Chen Mei shook her head.

The Baishui Zhang family is the largest family in Nanyang, and there are more than 100 talents alone, but the people who are literate are not counted!

"Then there are many people in the Li family who read?" Li Dan asked again.

"Although it is not as good as the Zhang family, but Zhang Wang Li Zhao is a local family, and there are no people in the family, and people who are literate and literate are afraid that they will account for more than half of the entire Nanyang."

"Then you're still not a county magistrate?" Li Dan just wanted to give a man a bite, why was he so stupid!

"You mean?" Chen Mei's gloomy face couldn't help but give birth to hope.

His thick lips couldn't stop and began to tremble: "Madam, you say, you say, Your Majesty, he... Don't blame..."

"What do you say?"

Li Dan didn't answer and asked: "People are not bad at all who are literate and officials, but now you are still a county magistrate, what do you mean by this?" ”

Chen Mei was overjoyed, got up immediately, picked up Li Dan and walked towards the room.

"Oh lady, you are really my good helper, these days, I have snubbed you......"

"Don't, in broad daylight, you let me down!" Li Dan was in a hurry.

"Hehe, madam, don't worry, close your eyes, it's dark." Chen Mei smiled and strode towards the bedroom.

"Go, you old unscrupulous."

Li Dan's cheeks blushed shyly, and she shouted:

"Master, do you want the slave family to dig up a few earthworms to help the fun?"

"Hehe, sir, I can stab a cow to death now, how can I need that soft stuff!"

Chen Mei felt that it was about to explode.

"Son, get up, get up, your mother is sleepy!"

Chen Mei pulled Chen Yong, who was taking a nap, up.

Chen Yong was at a loss, and when he looked at it again, his father actually began to tear his mother.

Chen Yong, who was a toddler just now, cried: "Daddy, daddy, don't beat your mother, don't beat your mother!" ”

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"Woo, I won't eat osmanthus cake anymore, daddy, don't bite your mother!"

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"Daddy, don't, don't poke your mother with a stick, you see your mother crying in pain...... Woo woo ......

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On the border between Nanyang and Hubei, twenty miles south of Xingshan, on the border between the two provinces, there is a village called Henan Slope.

It is a small village with only a dozen or so households.

There are three new blue brick houses in the village, and in a thatched house, they look very imposing.

An old man in his fifties, with a bent back, gray hair, and cracked palms rougher than poplar bark, was holding a piece of white paper in his hand.

It was his son's letter, and he had been able to memorize the contents of the letter long ago—even though he could not read.

His name is Li Shugen, and his ancestors have been poor peasants for seven or eight generations.

Li Shugen is an old farmer.

This peasant of his is not a big landlord who holds the land in his hands like the Gaomen clan, and the Li family only has three acres of thin land, which is still dry land.

Although the Nanyang generation was rich in water conservancy, because it was a large plain, it could not be changed into paddy fields except for the two sides of the river.

The yield per mu is naturally very low, and one acre of land is less than 100 catties of grain!

Originally, this life was a year of hard work, but it was just a full meal, and most of the year, he had to take his wife and children to do odd jobs for the landlord in exchange for some food.

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Although Li Shugen's surname is Li, he is not from the Li family in Nanyang.

Although he often talks about "Nanyang Li Family", Li Shugen knows that he is not ranked with others, and he plays the brand of the Li family, just to mix an extra pound of grain.

With this door of the Li family, when the landlord settled his salary, he always gave an extra liter and a half of a bucket of miscellaneous grains.

This is enough for the family to drink half a month of gruel!

Li Shugen, who has been under the banner of the Li family all his life, doesn't want to really meet the steward of the Li family.

That was the winter before last.

I don't know what's going on, he worked for Master Liu for a day, just gave the wheat field to the grass, dragged the tired body, and didn't have time to go home to drink porridge, who knew that the youngest son told him from afar that the eldest master came to the house.

Li Shugen still remembers the scene at that time.

Steward Li is rich, but he is richer than Master Liu, the biggest landlord in Shili and Eight Villages!

Li Shugen was very worried, and his face was pale in the face of Steward Li, who reported his home.

has been a lifelong banner, and now he is caught by the main owner, he is afraid that it will be over!

Who would have thought that Steward Li would actually give him a post and ask him to send a son to the nearest branch of the Li family to listen to the errand.

Li Shugen immediately fainted.

bluffed Steward Li, and when he was rescued, Li Shugen was about to kowtow to Steward Li.

Go to the Li family on an errand!

In the future, he will be able to carry the banner of the Li family in a righteous and bright manner!

In these ten miles and eight villages, which landlord Lao Cai still dares to laugh at his nonsense?

In this way, Li Shugen's eldest son entered the gate of the Li family, and then was assembled, and after a period of special training, he was transferred to Laohugou.

Later, at the end of each month, the housekeeper of the Li family came to deliver the salary of the eldest baby, and later heard that the eldest baby went to be a soldier.

Li Shugen was very worried, but looking at the more and more money he had accumulated, he was left to wash his face with tears.

This is the big baby who exchanged his life for it!

Later, the third prince seized Nanyang, and the son finally sent the letter home.

Li Shugen clearly remembered that Steward Li led a team of gongs and drums to hang the big red flower on his body, and even said a lot of words that he didn't understand, but he only felt very powerful.

He only remembered one sentence - his big baby dog was leftover, and he became a platoon, and he was in charge of more than a dozen people!

I heard that Dawa's current annual salary has reached sixteen taels of silver.

Li Shugen, who couldn't read a word, remembered the letter to his son's family that Steward Li read to him.

This doll has a lot of skills! I can write!

Li Shugen glanced at the family letter again, the words on it were so beautiful, as if they were printed, and they were better than the couplets written by Master Liu's bastard son who had been in private school for five years!