In the face of the departure of the Hou Governor's Mansion, Qin Jing and Su Zijin were not angry, they were not worth it, and they only did what they should do next. Handed over Qingzhang's matter to the supervisor of Xiyan, Qin Jing followed Su Zijin to the village where the farmer was located just now.

This village occupies a large area, and at this time, when it is winter, people are huddled at home, so when the bell rings at the head of the village, some people come out of every house, or plug their sleeves, or hold their children, and walk to the head of the village.

Under the old locust tree at the head of the village, it is a place for the village to talk about things. In the past, paying taxes, receiving grain, and grinding grain were all under the old locust tree at the head of the village, so everyone only thought that the village old man had something to say, and walked to the village head as usual. When I arrived, I found that there were two nobles, a man and a woman, who were talking to the village elder.

Looking at their demeanor and clothing, everyone couldn't help but shrink their necks, and they felt unconsciously ashamed of themselves.

"Mother, that's the daughter of a daughter? Changle is really good-looking, even better than the fairy child on the painting. ”

Tong Yan was unscrupulous, and the voice was loud, her mother hurriedly covered her daughter's mouth, and saw that the noble girl didn't hear it, and she didn't look this way, so she breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't talk nonsense, cause trouble!" ”

The little girl was infected by her mother's nervousness, and she also lowered her head nervously, not daring to speak more.

Over there, Su Zijin followed Qin Jing's side, listened to him talk to the village elder, and understood the thoughts of the village elder and others about the government's compulsory prohibition of reclaiming wasteland.

"The prefect was born in farming since childhood, and we dare not say that the ability to farm is stronger than that of the prefect, but we have the strength to do it, so we naturally want to reclaim a little more after serving our own acres, not more, just one or two acres, plant some vegetables, plant some mulberry cotton, enough for our own use."

Qin Jing nodded and looked at the farmers who had gathered, "Do you all have the same idea?" ”

The village elder stood up and looked at the timid villagers, "The noble man came here to ask the big guy if he had any ideas and opened some fields!" If I am allowed to open, there will be less than three or five acres a year, and more than ten acres, and I will hurry up when the season is tight, and I will definitely not reduce production, and ensure that it is not less than the previous donation to the government! ”

The people in the village didn't know the identities of the two nobles, but when they heard the words of the village elders, they also knew that they were talking about the restriction of wasteland, and they didn't care about facing the crampedness of the nobles at the moment, but they all stood up and said, "We don't have anything else, we have the strength, if the nobles can let us open up the wasteland, we promise to get the land out!" ”

Not to be outdone, the woman said, "Although our strength is small, if we do it a little more a day, we can still manage a few acres of land." ”

The little girl who saw Su Zijin's straight eyes just now was even more infected by adults, and said loudly, "My grandfather also made a small hoe for me, if I can open up the wasteland, I can also open it!" ”

When everyone heard this, they laughed, and Su Zijin couldn't help but walk up to the little girl and squat, "It's tiring to open up the wasteland, with this kung fu, aren't you good at playing at home?" ”

The little girl faced the fairy-like noble girl buried in her mother's lap, and her eyes couldn't help but open the crack to look at Su Zijin, "I have opened up the wasteland, so I can use it for my younger brother to go to school." ”

Su Zijin smiled, took off a small ruby bead hairpin from his head, and put it on the little girl's braid, "It's amazing, I will award you a little red flower to wear." ”

"No, she's a girl, it's enough to have a red head rope, where does she deserve such a valuable thing?"

The little girl's mother hurriedly excused herself and wanted to take the hairpin off her daughter's head, but she was afraid that her hands would stain the hairpin, so she didn't dare to move.

Su Zijin waved his hand, "It's just something, what's not worthy of it." Little Nier is so capable, how many things can't be earned in the future, isn't it? ”

Su Zijin looked at the little girl, the little girl's eyes were shining and nodded, touching the cool gem on her head, and nodding vigorously, "Well, I can earn it!" ”

The result of this village head meeting was obvious, and after walking a few more villages, Qin Jing and Su Zijin returned to the post station. After dinner, Qin Jing began to write today's recital, which was his habit all along.

"You seem to be angrier than you were a few days ago?"

Su Zijin sat at the desk opposite Qin Jing, looked at Qin Jing and said, "A few days ago, there were officials who concealed and did not report and secretly hid the land, you just let it go gently, why are you so angry with Governor Hou?" He doesn't even have selfish malice, but he doesn't have enough vision and ability. ”

Qin Jing shook the pen that was writing the fold hard, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then raised his head and said to Su Zijin, "You look at him as if he is selfless, frank and open, what to say, there is no trace of concealment, but it does not mean that he has no malice!" ”

Looking at Su Zijin's clear eyes, Qin Jing continued, "His malice comes from human nature. Doesn't he know his five-short figure? Perhaps when he was young, he farmed steadily, relying on his understanding of farming, and after becoming a small official, he took himself as the standard and limited the people he could restrict. Maybe he didn't seek personal gain because of this, but he also used the power in his hands to limit others to the greatest extent. This is even more hateful than some people who seek personal gain, because he does not allow others to surpass him, and in the name of his parents, he says that it is for your good, which makes you suspicious, and finally limits himself. It's like parents treat their children, and some people tell you not to go to school, don't do anything else, just farm honestly, and tell you that you were born to farm. ”

Su Zijin felt that his scalp was numb, and resentment surged from the bottom of his heart.

In this world, it is not the one who shouts with a whip who is the wicked. Those who limit you in such a bitter way are even more wicked. The former is to force you to surrender, and you still have the consciousness to resist. The latter is to imperceptibly influence you, so that before you know it, you will become a slave, willingly self-limiting.

Just like today's little girl, her mother has been talking bitterly to the little girl for many years, our Zhuang family, all our lives are farming and doing work, at home from the father, out from the husband, it is not difficult to imagine that after the little girl grows up, she will use her strength in the field every day, and what she thinks every day is just to continue farming after getting married.

Su Zijin's thoughts drifted far away, she remembered her previous life, because she liked to eat, she wanted to learn to cook, but since this idea was spoken, her family members had to hit her every time they thought about it, and when they were eating, they had to say, "What about being a chef like this?" Other chefs are quick to see and have to work hard, you eat like this, you pour it, where is the chef's ingredients? Let's read well. ”

Thinking of it again, now, she is always unwilling to eat, sleep, sleep and eat in the house, and do it happily when there is something to do. But other noble girls, with the same family background as herself, have been taught by her parents since she was a child to be obedient, so they can stay in the small backyards of Kyoto Prefecture comfortably, and they don't yearn for the vast world outside at all.