In March, the sky is cloudless, the air is fresh, and the most suitable thing for such a day is to release the paper kite. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mei Yiqi is taking the little flowers, in the field, happily making the newly made swallow kite, facing the warm spring breeze, flying high in the sky.

Xiaohua uses a cheerful children's voice to show her masterpiece to Wen from afar.

Mei Yiqi's silver bell-like laughter, with a hint of warm spring breeze, caressed Wen's slightly smiling face.

Seeing the cheerful smile on Xiaohua's cute little face, Wen felt that this was the only meaningful thing he had done since he came to ancient times.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the villagers are working hard in the fields for the next year's rations.

Different from previous years, this year's faces that were too vicissitudes of life did not show too much sorrow, and this was the first time in their lives that they threw themselves into the hard work with a hint of smile.

In addition to farming, the villagers occasionally look up, stand on the ground and watch them busy, the corners of their mouths will show a slight smile, and then bow their heads and continue to be busy with the things in hand.

Peasants who do not have their own land can only rent the fields of the noble family, and their ordinary life is extremely difficult.

Ever since the villagers of Guanlou Village learned that they were also going to welcome a lord, that uneasy feeling was once revealed. But after getting along with each other for the past few months, they found that this little lord, except for the bad habit of being clean, did not do any harm to the villagers.

Among Xungui's group of hungry wolves that eat people, the only sheep actually settled in Guanlou Village, which has to be a good thing that Guanlou Village's ancestors have accumulated for many years before they can encounter a good thing.

This little lord has some shortcomings, such as not knowing how to farm and commanding blindly. wasted money, just like other nobles wasted little ladies.

In addition to these few obvious shortcomings, on the whole, this little lord is already a rare good noble in this troubled world.

There is food in his hand, and he is not panicked, although there is not much surplus food at home, but he just dug some pits, and he actually got a rich reward from this loser little lord.

Some villagers with a larger population actually received more than 20 yuan of silver in their homes, which is the harvest of the fields, and it is impossible for the villagers' families to have such an income.

With this money, the confidence will be very sufficient, although it is impossible to help this little lord as a common person, but the way to repay is very simple. According to the young housekeeper of Juefu, it is to take a bath frequently, change clothes more, Guanlou Village is close to the Yellow River can still lack this bit of water, and often take a bath to find that to keep it clean, he will feel very comfortable, and people also have spirit, in short, there is no harm, it is troublesome.

The only hope now is that this little lord can continue to maintain this style, and not wait for him to become the same as those nobles who drink human blood, which is the only hope of the villagers recently.

Wen naturally didn't know what the villagers were thinking, but just stood on the ground with a depressed mood, watching the villagers waste their physical strength there in vain, and in the end they didn't get much actual return and were distressed.

Towards noon, the wind became a little stronger, and in order to dissipate the depression in my heart, I began to sing to the spring breeze.

"I stand in the gale, I can't wait to sweep away the heartache, look at the sky and the clouds in all directions,

With the sword in hand, ask the world who is the hero.......

There are a hundred charms and thousands of colors in the world, I love you alone, I love you.

..........

You are the most important in my heart, and you share joys and sorrows.

You use tenderness to exchange me for pride.

........

You are the most important in my heart,

My tears rush to the sky, and I should be the hero in the next life.

Return to the sunset is thick ......."

It is the first time that a pop song has been sung in the ancient land, and the passionate and tactful singing has a kind of attraction that infects the heart, and the villagers who are attracted by the song all raise their heads to look at Wen.

Wen was holding a hoe in his hand, singing and waving.

"Sir, you sang it wrong, you are holding a hoe in your hand, not a sword." Zheng Zhutou reminded kindly beside him. He felt that the little song he sang was very good, very good, with both surging passion and tactful mood, but he sang a wrong word, which affected the beauty of the song.

Wen Chang let out a long breath, brandished his hoe and said angrily: "Lao Zheng, can you not be so disappointing!" Didn't I know it wasn't a sword! You are the real sword, sword, and cheap! Slut! ”

Wen was still angry at Zheng Zhu, and the stone hurriedly ran over from a distance.

Seeing that he was angry, he asked, "San Lang, do you know everything?" ”

Wen stopped complaining to Zheng Zhutou and wondered, "What do I know?" ”

"The little prince who was beaten away by us two days ago brought more people to trouble you this time, and now he has surrounded the Jue Mansion." Stone replied a little breathlessly.

Wen said helplessly: "There is another group of sluts!" ”

Zheng Zhutou, who was smelled of it, interjected: "Sir, you won't blow them up this time!" ”

"Let's go see it first, if it goes on like this, it will end up endlessly." Wen said with a sigh.

Zheng Zhutou saw and heard that he had the idea of calming people, and his heart was also a lot easier, fortunately, this time it was not the army that raided the house, and the problem was solved as soon as possible.

In front of the gate of the Jue's Mansion, Zhao Tingmei, the king of Wei, was taking a large group of young people, these teenagers were all prominent figures in the Beijing Division, and the future successor of the important ministers of the imperial court.

Last time, Zhao Tingmei lost face, and originally wanted to ask Zhao Lao Er to hear about a felony of contempt for the royal family, but the court is now busy preparing for the counterinsurgency.

How can this calm the resentment in Zhao Tingmei's heart, in order to regain the lost face, this is the only way to unite those famous and surnamed officials in the Beijing division to find the bad luck of the news.

These important ministers of the imperial court are worried that they have no chance to be courteous to the emerging royal family, and this time is a godsend, and the object of rectification is just a baron with a big fart, which is simply a good thing for the world to drop pies.

Not only can you get married to the royal family, but you may also be favored by the world's first beauty, such a good opportunity is really rare. The important ministers of the DPRK and the Central Committee are now busy preparing for counterinsurgency, and there are idle things in the government that are jealous of these officials. When all the yamen were unhindered at home and agreed with each other, they each took their own servants and killed Guanlou Village in a mighty manner.

A team of thousands of people, even if the formation is relatively scattered, is very shocking.

The yamen led the way on horseback, followed by servants all dressed in green clothes and hats with seven-foot whistle sticks in their hands.

Everywhere they went, pedestrians took refuge.

This is quite a feeling of traveling in a large army, Zhao Tingmei, who is riding on a jujube red horse and leading the way in front of her head, is now very proud in her heart, and she didn't have many followers last time, and she was lucky to be sniffed.

But this time, not only are there a large number of people, but they are all the successors of the princely and important ministers' families, and the identity of the son-in-law cannot be despised by others there. Zhao Tingmei didn't think that Wen would dare to use divine thunder to blow up this time, if he really did it, he wouldn't have to take action himself at that time, and the princes and ministers of the whole court would not let Wen go.

Zhao Tingmei, who was in a smug mood, rode on the horse and saw Wen approaching rapidly from a distance, and the corners of her mouth slightly hooked a trace of evil smile.

secretly said in his heart: If you don't cripple Wen today, you will be this prince in vain.