Helian Sheng didn't elaborate on the story, and Song Yao didn't ask, this belonged to the other party's privacy, not something that she should touch as an outsider.

The road to the door was not long, the gate was open, in order not to let people outside see it, Helian Sheng could only reluctantly let go of his hand, but he was reluctant to let the residual temperature disappear.

Without the temperature of Helian Sheng's palm, Song Yao suddenly felt that something was missing, and her heart was empty.

"Sister Song, remember to say goodbye to Jiayue for me, and when I come back, I will definitely bring a gift to her." Sun Ling, who was riding on horseback, had the heroic posture of a child of the rivers and lakes, and his tone was crisp and lively.

"Okay." Song Yao nodded in response.

"Aunt Sun, there is also the gift of ingots, don't forget it." Song Yuanbao hurriedly shouted on the side, afraid that he would suffer a loss.

"Okay, when my aunt comes back, I'll give you a real sword, but my aunt will also test your kung fu, if you're lazy, but there is no gift to take!" Sun Ling deliberately lengthened his tone, he liked to tease Song Yuanbao very much, and the two would talk to each other from time to time, and they were already 'New Year's friends'.

"Aunt Sun, okay, I will definitely make great progress, and the master praises me for my high talent!" Song Yuanbao patted the small chest plate and said.

The conversation between one big and one small dilutes the sadness of parting, and also makes people believe that they will meet again soon.

"Have a nice trip." Song Yao turned her head sideways and said softly.

"Wait until I get back." Helian Sheng lowered his voice.

The two of them spoke at the same time, and this tacit understanding made them look at each other and smile.

There are still a long days ahead, and they all have things to do, so why care about getting along at this moment?

Helian Sheng was never a dragger, he stared at Song Yao deeply, suppressed the urge to hug her into his arms, turned around and got on the horse and left.

Standing at the door with Song Yuanbao and watching the group leave, Song Yao stood for a long time before patting Song Yuanbao's little head and saying, "Silly son, we should go back, you can't see anything anymore." ”

"I'm not accompanying my mother." Song Yuanbao pouted, his eyes were still a little red, but his little emotions were quickly put behind, and he raised his head and asked, "Mother, have you decided to be with Uncle Meiren'er?" Didn't you say okay, let Yuanbao find his father by himself? ”

"It's not that you're not dedicated, your mother can only help you! However, there are still variables in this matter, and ingots don't have to take it too seriously, and when they meet a good candidate, they can still pay attention. Song Yao said not very seriously.

"That's good, Yuan Bao is really afraid that his mother will sell herself so stupidly, Yuan Bao hasn't talked about the dowry yet, and my mother can't agree to marry in a daze, what a loss!" Song Yuanbao rubbed his nose and said.

"Stinky boy, do you still want to sell your mother?" Song Yao pretended to be annoyed and said.

"Oh, you women are trouble, and you have to be careful for your good. If your mother is free, think about how to save the dowry. When the time comes, marry the person who lost me! Song Yuanbao muttered quietly, not giving Song Yao a chance to get angry, and ran away.

Song Yao stood in place, watching her son's small figure disappear in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a lot in her heart.

It seems that this son was raised by her too intimately, sometimes like an old mother, many things are more than she thinks, maybe the main reason why she has not dared to agree to be with Helian Sheng before does not exist at all, this little guy's adaptability will be stronger than her.

Shaking his head with a smile, Song Yao's heart suddenly brightened, and the sadness of Helian Sheng's departure was also empty.

Seeing Song Yao walk into the door, the porter came out and closed the door, Song Yao stopped in the door and looked at the gatehouse carefully, only to find that the gatehouse looked like he was in his fifties, but his strength was greater than that of ordinary prime, and such a heavy door was like a small plank for him.

"Lian Sheng has already told me that I was not courteous in the past, and I hope you will take care of me in the future." Song Yao bowed slightly, not planning to say Helian Sheng's proposal.

The porter was unmoved and bolted the door, and when he passed by Song Yao's side, he said: "Madame is polite, it is enough for the little old man to get a stable residence." ”

Seeing that the porter didn't plan to talk to him more, Song Yao was not annoying, and turned around and walked towards his yard.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and masters may not necessarily rely on martial arts to live all their lives, since the other party likes to be a porter, Song Yao will not be strong.

But Song Yao didn't know that after the porter entered his room, he kept looking in her direction, until Song Yao's figure was far away, and the porter muttered to himself: "The young master is rarely tempted, I hope you don't live up to the young master's sincerity, otherwise my hands don't mind being stained with blood again." ”

Song Yao, who was strolling, only felt a chill down her spine, and actually sneezed on a hot day, thinking that she had gotten up too early in the morning and caught a cold, and she didn't know that her life had been remembered.

As Helian Sheng expected, Song Yao was very busy in the next time.

Although the matter of the greenhouse has been prepared, Song Yao has also explained all the key things clearly, and specially trained a group of people, just waiting for the achievements in the winter.

But if you want to have your own power, it is not enough to have money, you must be influential in this era, and you must have enough people and connections, especially your own intelligence network.

With the secret guards left by Helian Sheng, Song Yao bought a hundred people in batches, both men and women, and the age difference was also very large.

Suitable for martial arts practitioners, Song Yao plans to train to become a thug, she doesn't have much time left for herself, and it is not realistic to train a secret guard or a killer, but these selected people will be trained until they can truly protect their mother and son.

For some older people, Song Yao is to develop their specialties so that they can blend in with the market and be responsible for collecting intelligence.

Although it will not be very effective in the first place, it can only be arranged in this way so far.

But people are delicate, and they have lived as slaves in large families, Song Yao focuses on teaching her how to cultivate these people, but she can also save some effort.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the harvest time that farmers have been looking forward to for a year has also arrived, and every household is busy in the field, harvesting according to the maturity of the crops.

In this era when manpower is far more than industry, many young and middle-aged people will go to work as casual workers for the landlord's family to get some wages.

In order to let the people prove how the harvest was at the foot of their own mountain, Song Yao asked the three stewards to go to a nearby village to hire some people to help collect grain, and Song Yao's mother and son also came to Zhuangzi and personally supervised it.

Moreover, Song Yao also invited Hu Jiayue to come together, wanting to use Hu Jiayue's mouth to convey the improvement of the foothills to Hu Youwei, which can also promote the enthusiasm of the people to plant the foothills.

After all, Hu Jiayue is a young lady who has been raised by Jiaodi since she was a child, and Song Yao did not mean to let her do farm work, so she accompanied her to prepare mung bean soup for the peasant workers to rest and drink, so that Hu Jiayue could experience farm life.

"Smash, call uncles and aunts to come over and drink mung bean soup." Putting down the wooden barrel, Song Yao wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, and shouted at Song Yuanbao, who was picking up pods after the villagers.

"Got it, mother." Song Yuanbao responded in a hurry, his crisp voice sounded in the field, and when he came back from a run, many people were already drinking mung bean soup.

As a companion, Yinzi wanted to follow Song Yuanbao's side, and when he came to the shade of the tree, he first brought a bowl of mung bean soup to Song Yuanbao, and then he drank it.

Looking at Song Yuanbao's blushing face, Hu Jiayue said distressedly: "I have never seen my sister so ruthless, and it is not a lack of silver, how can my sister be willing to let Yuanbao do such a rough job, and she has suffered in vain." ”

Hu Jiayue did not discriminate against farmers, but he was reluctant to let Song Yuanbao work hard, so he said this.

"Aunt Yue blames my mother, when we were poor in the past, my mother worked for the landlord's family, and I followed behind to pick up the grain that fell on the ground, although there was no salary, but I could change a bowl to eat." Song Yuanbao drank half a bowl of mung bean soup, looked up and said: "And my mother once taught me a poem: On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil." Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

Hu Jiayue chuckled, wiped the water droplets from the corners of Song Yuanbao's mouth, and asked, "Does that Yuanbao know what this poem means?" ”

"Yes." Song Yuanbao nodded, shook his head and explained: "The meaning of this poem is that the farmer uncle farms the land very hard, and he uses sweat to water the land, so we must cherish the grain, because every grain of grain is hard-won, and wasting food is a shameful act!" ”

As he spoke, Song Yuanbao clenched his small fists.

This poem understands its meaning very well, and Hu Jiayue just asked casually, but after listening to Song Yuanbao's explanation, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Hu Jiayue doesn't know how other people's homes are, but there are not a few things that they waste every day.

The farmers who drank water on the side understood Song Yuanbao's words half-understood, and they were all very excited, and for the first time they knew that someone wrote poems for farmers, thinking that this was written by Song Yao, and they had a little more respect for this female owner.

"Little proprietor, what did you read about that poem just now? Can you ask the little proprietor to carry it again, and when I get home, I will also teach those stinky boys at home. A man close to Song Yuanbao asked embarrassedly.

"Okay. This poem is called Min Nong, I'll recite it again, you can listen to it. Song Yuanbao responded very happily, reciting poems seriously like a student.

Not only the man who had just asked, but also the other villagers came to listen, and their thoughts were all similar.

There are few farmers who can read, not to mention memorizing poems, it is rare to have the opportunity to learn, and it is related to agricultural livelihood, so they don't want to miss this opportunity.

Song Yao just smiled and watched, and never made a sound.

Hu Jiayue was moved by this scene, and for the first time she knew that knowledge was not for show, and it could win people's hearts.

"Sister Song, thank you for inviting me here." When she came to Song Yao's side, Hu Jiayue learned from her to sit on the ground.

Xiaolian on the side wanted to put on a soft cushion, but when Hu Jiayue smiled happily, she didn't make a sound.

"In fact, I prefer pastoral life to business, but here my cooking skills can only be idle, for the future of ingots, I can't always keep Zhuangzi to live, otherwise I would rather be by the mountains and rivers, every sunrise and daily income and rest, without those intrigues, but also happy." Song Yao replied with a light smile.

The real purpose of inviting Hu Jiayue to come has not yet been comprehended by Hu Jiayue, but Song Yao believes that she will not work in vain, especially Hu Youwei and his wife, after Hu Jiayue returns, they will definitely find out her intentions.

So Song Yao didn't plan to say it, otherwise she would lose her taste and her purpose would be questioned.

Seeing that Song Yuanbao was almost playing around, Song Yao got up and high-fived and said, "Okay, the big guys are almost resting, go to work." If there is a baby at home, Ming'er can also bring it to help pick up the panic, and the salary is not there, but a bowl of rice can still be afforded. ”

"Thank you, thank you." The villagers expressed their gratitude, the life of the farmer family is not easy, and saving a meal is a big deal.

Originally, they were afraid that Song Yao's mountain harvest would not be good, so they would not agree to let them bring the child over, so everyone didn't bring the baby, but now with Song Yao's words, they can't go home and call the baby immediately.