He Yu sat on the threshold of the courtyard, talking to the people in the village, he often came here, almost everyone knew him, and people who came and went greeted him one after another.

"The villagers of Xiaoyang Village are quite simple, there are not many government troops in the village, and there are not many Yongye fields. This Chen Daniu used to be the government army. ”

Chen Da Niu was ragged and lean, and he was quite embarrassed to see He Yu pointing at him and touching his head.

He Zhichun immediately remembered that when He Yu took her back to the city after cutting wheat with Cui Jiu, he had met this Chen Daniu.

Of the three brothers in his family, there is only one left.

can be a government army, how come it used to be a small landlord, and there are Yongye fields, not many can be poor like this.

He Yu said, and pointed to several famous old people in the village, and said to He Zhichun one by one.

Everyone was very restrained at first, but when they heard He Yu and Yuan Kui say that He Zhichun was in Jingzhou to control the water, eat and live with the victims, and knew that she was the princess Tianbao who was rumored to be blessed, they all became excited all of a sudden.

Many pairs of eyes were shining at her, which made He Zhichun's scalp tingle.

Fortunately, at this time, the women in the village who wanted to come to He Zhichun to be weavers came over.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

The women in the village saw Mrs. Cen's movements, and their eyes lit up. Mrs. Cen has been weaving cloth for many years, a pair of hands seem to be caressing the piano, flowing smoothly, the movement is very rhythmic, the woven cloth is much finer and softer than ordinary linen, and the most important thing is that it is very fast.

One of the women in a red linen dress said in surprise: "This loom is really good, do you want to use this loom for us?" ”

This woman is Hua Niu's mother, Yang Lizheng's daughter-in-law Huang, and she is also a good weaver on weekdays.

He Zhichun nodded, "You can come and try it." ”

Huang was a little jerky at first, but he quickly got started, weaving and flying, and he couldn't stop weaving unconsciously.

When Uncle Yang reminded her, she stopped embarrassedly.

He Zhichun did not speak, but asked He Zhili to find the person who managed the workshop for her, and stepped forward to tell everyone about the workshop.

Needless to say, eighty percent of the big guys will agree, and they weave cloth when they are idle at home on weekdays, and then sell it to the cloth village, which is often lowered and can't be sold for much silver.

The monthly money given by He Zhichun is very fair, and there are rewards for weaving a lot, even if you don't choose a lady, you can spin yarn.

This is a very good thing, in the past, when the farmers were slack, they could only let the men do some hard work to earn some subsidies, but now they are also the ones who can get the monthly money every month.

When everyone heard this, they were all overjoyed.

He Zhichun saw a neat woman standing aside, wanting to get closer, but he didn't dare to come, so he pulled Yang Lizheng's daughter-in-law and asked, "Huang Niangzi, why didn't that lady come forward?" ”

Huang Shi looked at it, and his face was a little strange, "That's the widow in our village, her man Yang was gambling money at the beginning of the fourth and sixth years, and was forced to pay debts and was beaten to death." Now from time to time, there are ruffians who come to collect debts, and the people in the village dare not get close to her, and she is also a poor person. ”

He Zhichun was stunned for a moment, "At the feet of the Son of Heaven, whose gambling house is so bold that he dares to kill someone." Can Jingzhao Mansion arrest someone? ”

Huang glanced at He Zhichun, this princess still cares about solving the case?

As everyone knows, after He Zhichun stayed in Dali Temple for a while, he intuitively felt that there was something wrong with this.

Huang shook his head and whispered: "The owner behind the gambling house, I heard that he is a relative of the emperor, who dares to arrest him!" ”

He Zhichun was interested, "Does Huang Niangzi know who it is?" Don't worry, I boldly say that I am here. ”

"I heard that it was the younger brother of Princess Jin, and I also listened to the shouting of those debt collectors, I don't know if they are bluffing." Huang's voice grew lower and lower.

Oops, isn't Cui Xiaojiu doing something again now!

It's just that if Princess Jin's younger brother has such a big mistake, why doesn't Yu Shitai know about it at all?

He Zhichun thought, this must be sueped!

"Since she is a poor person, Huang Niangzi asked her to come to weave cloth too, and it would be better to pay off the debt earlier."

Huang Niangzi nodded, "Your lord has a kind heart. ”

……

It was not yet noon, He Zhichun and Mrs. Cen had already got into the carriage on the way back to Chang'an City, Mrs. Cen looked at He Zhichun and couldn't help asking, "Your lord, is this okay?" Aren't you afraid that others will learn the loom? ”

He Zhichun shook his head, "Madame forgot?" I originally planned to give back to the people, and it would be nice for everyone to come and learn? Later, we received new weaving methods, and we still started to teach them from this village. The steward of the workshop is a veteran, and he will arrange it. ”

She is a person who wants to be the emperor, and she has to do everything to open a workshop, so she is not tired to death! I didn't expect to make any money!

Mrs. Cen was a little dumbfounded, and inexplicably felt that He Zhichun was somewhat similar to her old stubborn husband.

This kind of conversation appears every day around her, and her ears are calloused when she listens to it.

However, it also made her feel familiar with He Zhichun, and she became a little closer all of a sudden.

He Zhichun didn't know that Mrs. Cen thought of her as her husband, otherwise, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

When he returned to Chang'an City, He Yu went back directly to Sinong Temple, he is now going to be a grandfather, the whole person walks with the wind, and from time to time he opens his mouth and smirks, seeing He Zhichun speechless.

Because Mrs. Cen was trying to avoid suspicion, He Zhichun didn't have a few words with him, and then separated.

Once people are busy, time flies, into August, the sky has cooled down in a blink of an eye, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner.

Daqing people don't celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival very much, that is, the family sits in the middle of the moon to admire the moon, but for He Zhichun, any festival is an opportunity for her to eat a lot.

She is now thirteen years old, and when she went out to a banquet recently, Mama Ruan heard people praise her more than once for being born like a silver basin, and finally felt that something was wrong.

Mama Ruan held a bowl of goat's milk, looked at He Zhichun who was gnawing on a leg of mutton, and couldn't help but speak: "Your lord, you really can't be fat anymore, why does the old slave think that your appetite has increased recently!" Zhao Niang is pregnant, but she doesn't use it as well as you......"

Mama Ruan said, her face changed greatly, and she ran over and put the tray in front of He Zhichun, "Cui Jiulang, didn't you do something bad to your lord!" Look at the old slave to go and hack him! ”

He Zhichun almost didn't choke to death by the leg of mutton, and said with a smile: "Mama, where do you want to go...... Are we those people? ”

Mama Ruan's face looked a little better at this time, "But your lord really can't eat too much, and you will have to be fat again when the time comes." ”