The first update

"The owner hasn't played a hundred stacks of steel for a few days." An elderly worker said.

"I'm too old to move. You work today, I'm going to the county, you guys will do some more today, I want to deliver the goods early, but I'm afraid that they haven't prepared it in the village. "Xin Ye didn't forget to get down to business, in addition to letting Xiaogong grind the dagger, the more important thing is to inform everyone.

"Brother Kun is also a piece?" It was Uncle Li who was asking.

"Well, you have to register for a household registration." The old man nodded.

Everyone also felt that this was the right thing to do, and nodded in unison to say yes.

When the old man went out of the village, he also greeted the villagers on both sides of the road, and the old man's donkey cart stopped at the end of the village. This is also his habit, when he goes out of the village to do errands, no matter how much time he is in a hurry, he will also go like this.

Xin Kun now thinks that the old man is good, well, she has always thought that the old man is good, and now, she thinks that the old man is really good except for a little face-loving. It's very kind to be a person and do things.

The county seat is actually not far from Xinjia Village, otherwise, they will transport iron blocks, transport knives from Xinjia Village, and try to make a mountain high and long? Xinjia Village can become a fixed-point processing station, in addition to the good craftsmanship of the people here, sincerely, there is still a geographical advantage.

The little donkey cart walked for half an hour before she saw the gate of the county seat, and along the way, Xin Kun saw a large area of dry and cracked land, she really felt that it was right to force the old man to enter the city, and she really waited for the food to run out and then go to the county office, who cared about them?

"It looks like it's really big trouble." Xin Ye also frowned when he looked at the land, the land in their village was fine, it was not broken into pieces. They were at the foot of the mountain, and they still had water in their wells, which is telling.

On this side of the plain, the river in the distance may still have some water, but it is not enough to irrigate the land.

Of course, Xin Ye and Xin Kun were a little embarrassed that when people's land was dry like that, those farmers and their families went to carry water and water the fields. And think about the land of Xinjia Village, but they don't want to talk anymore.

Xin Kun didn't know what the old man was thinking, but she really wanted to strangle all those clansmen, or strangle all the heads of the family for generations, because these clansmen were connived at in this way.

The county seat has obviously not been affected before the catastrophe, and the city is still bustling. However, in Xin Kun's opinion, there are only two words for those who sell food on the street, 'Tianlei'.

Because she doesn't know it, she won't not know the ancient food. There are fruits, but this is a small county town, so you can only see a few dried apples. Others, maybe fruit compote, but she didn't know what kind of fruit it was made of.

Clothes, food, and perpetual calendars can't let her know, when and where this is, is God joking with her?

"What are you looking at? What do you want grandpa to buy for you? Xin Ye saw that his granddaughter had been watching the market, and said busily.

"There's really nothing to buy in the market." Xin Kun said helplessly.

"How could it not be? So much stuff! The old man pointed to the goods piled up in the shops all over the street.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xin Kun smiled and shook her head, but soon she frowned, the shop signs on the street were in regular script. She was sincerely relieved, because this excluded the Western Han Dynasty.

Before the Western Han Dynasty, in addition to the big seal and the small seal, there was finally a simple official book. The diversity of calligraphy in the true sense was not developed until the Eastern Han Dynasty.

So when she saw the store sign in regular script, she felt a sense of relief. It's not that she didn't like the Western Han Dynasty before, but she finally narrowed down a little bit.

Finally saw a familiar word, bookstore. She didn't get out of the car because she didn't need to.

The real paper printed books in history are believed to have started from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and the scale of formation was the Song Dynasty. Really said that large-scale movable type printing in the Ming Dynasty.

At this time, Xin Kun watched from a distance as those blue envelopes were piled up there, and her scope of the dynasty narrowed down again. After the Song Dynasty and before the Qing Dynasty, although there were hundreds of years, hundreds of years were better than thousands of years.

Xin Kun feels much more satisfied now!

"Are books expensive now?" Xin Kun made persistent efforts.

"It's not expensive, if you want it, I'll send it home." Xin Ye said busily, what she actually thought was that even if it was expensive, she wanted to buy it for her granddaughter.

"No!" Xin Kun shook her head, she was even happier, before the Ming Dynasty, it was all engraving, and the movable type printing technology that only existed at the end of the Ming Dynasty made the price of books drop all of a sudden, and it became the gospel of many readers. Now, she felt that she was likely to have the end of the Ming Dynasty, and she was so moved that she was about to cry.

"Kun'er?" Xin Ye hurriedly patted his granddaughter.

"It's okay, grandpa, we seem to be there." She smiled and saw a large yamen-style building.

"Alas, it's here!" The old man patted the little worker in front of him, and the little worker stopped not far from the yamen.

Xin Ye pulled Xin Kun down, Xin Kun didn't ask why, she knew what the old man meant, how dare a craftsman take a car to the yamen.

She helped the old man slowly to the yamen, and when she arrived at the county yamen, Xin Ye was now different from the old man with a straight waist before.

"Little Brother Liu, dare to ask Master Hong if he can be in the ya." Xin Ye smiled and greeted the servant, and bowed his hand politely.

"Old Xintou, why do you have time to come, the knives are all ready?" The official surnamed Liu seemed to be very familiar with the old man, and said hurriedly.

"yes, yes. Come and ask Master Hong, the date of delivery, and do some small things by the way. ”

"You can still have a little thing here?" That Liu Yazhi smiled.

"It's for this stinky boy." Xin Ye pulled out Xin Kun. Xin Kun was busy with this servant, the king of Hades was good, and she knew the truth that the little ghost was difficult.

"This is ......" Liu Chashou saw a young junior like this, and he was a little uncomfortable, and hurriedly looked at the old man.

"Oh, this is the old grandson, the old son and daughter-in-law were killed before, and the grandson was able to escape and was finally recovered." Xin Ye hurriedly laughed.

"Congratulations, congratulations, this villain still has to go in and report one or two." Liu was busy with the old man, and hurriedly went in to report.

In the county ya, the county magistrate Cai Guan and the chief bookkeeper Hong Yin are discussing things in the inner hall.

"This time the drought seems to be irreversible, and the grandfather has to report it to the imperial court." Hong Yin is the old master, and he was anxious at this time.

"If it's really a catastrophe, what do you say to the imperial court now, there is a big drought in Hefu, and it is expected that there will be no harvest in the autumn." Cai Guan chuckled and shook his head gently.

He is very young, and he is still the champion of the previous term, but he can be a county magistrate here, not because he is a champion.