"The sassy west wind is planted all over the yard, and it is difficult for the cold and fragrant butterflies to come. If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together. Su Qingshi walked in from the door with a bowl of soup, and saw the four-line poems on Song Yu's desk, her lips opened lightly, and her voice was like a jade bead falling on a silver plate, which was extremely crisp and beautiful.

"I can't imagine that adults' attainments in poetry are not trivial!" Su Qingshi pursed her lips, and there was a hint of brilliance in her eyes. After living for a long time these days, Su Qingshi expressed a very strong interest in some of Song Yu's legends. I heard that the handsome man in front of him and his extraordinary temperament used to be a gentleman, but then he drank Du Kang wine and slept for three days, so his temperament has changed greatly.

There is also a legend that his ancestor King Kang appeared, and there was a bruise on the top of his head, and there was the luck of a prince. All this can't help but make Su Qingshi, the titular hostess, very interested, is it really King Kang's manifestation and ignition of his descendants?

"I didn't write this verse!" Song Yu chuckled and shook his head. This princess doesn't treat herself as an outsider at all these days, and often boils some soup and brings it to Song Yu.

"Oh, I don't know where the road came from?" Su Qingshi's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and her teeth bit lightly, showing a bit of playfulness of a woman. Su Qingshi obviously didn't believe Pan Hao's words, as a royal family, she had dabbled in poetry since she was a child, and she hadn't heard of this poem anywhere.

"Written by a senior, the poems since ancient times are as vast as a sea of smoke, and it's nothing if you haven't heard of it!" Song Yu picked up the porcelain bowl and gently picked up the spoon to taste the delicious soup. It is normal that Su Qingshi did not hear about it, because this was done by a rebel general in ancient Huaxia in Song Yu's previous life.

In addition to this poem, there is another poem that he wrote more domineering after he fell off the list: "When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom." The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor. Later, he led the army into Chang'an and established a great Qi.

"Although the last one was defeated and died in the Valley of the Wolf and Tiger, how can he also be a generation of heroes!" Song Yu sighed slightly in his heart.

"Your craft has improved!" Song Yu put down the porcelain bowl and looked up with a smile. He now extremely suspected that Su Qingshi was using him as a guinea pig to test him.

"Really? Aunt Li said the same!" Su Qingshi was obviously very happy, smiling skillfully. Here she doesn't have to worry about the vicious fight in the palace, and gradually recovers the girl's heart. Or maybe Song Yu was very relaxed in front of him. It doesn't take too much scheming to cover up.

"Master, the county asks to see you!" a young man in Tsing Yi shouted outside.

"Please come in!" Song Yu turned his head and looked at the door.

"My lord, Qingshi will go down first!" Su Qingshi entered the porcelain bowl and put it back on the tray, and the lotus step moved lightly, walking lightly towards the door. She understands that it is better for her to avoid these serious things.

"Hmm!" Song Yu nodded.

"I've seen Miss Su!" Zhang Shi saw Su Qingshi walking out at the door, and hurriedly bowed.

"Lord Xiancheng doesn't have to be polite, your lord is waiting for you!" Su Qingshi nodded, didn't care, and beckoned Zhang Shi in.

"It's good. Go down!" Zhang Shi nodded and walked in quickly.

"What's the matter?" Song Yu looked up and said with a smile when she saw Zhang Shi slowly walking in.

"My lord, the wasteland has been reclaimed to the limit, and now we can start preparing for spring planting, do you need to go and see it?" Zhang Shi smiled happily.

"Naturally!" Song Yu nodded. This time, the 1,000 new households were given 12 acres of land, and the rice is usually sown in early March and harvested in July. At that time, the new household only needs to survive these few months. When the first grain is harvested, the people's hearts are truly settled.

Song Yu and Zhang Shi walked among the fields with a few errands, only to see a trace of pale luck rising from these newly opened fields. On the way, the peasants saluted Song Yu one after another. They all know that it is the ability of this adult that makes Qingliu County thrive as before.

Song Yu smiled and bowed his head and walked slowly. Song Yu was suddenly on a new field. Picking up a handful of soil, the unique earthy smell of the soil penetrated into the tip of his nose, and Song Yu could feel a trace of familiar power in the soil. This is the breath of divine power.

"Your Excellency. Strange to say, the newly opened fields were not very fertile, and even a lot of them were barren. I wanted to be able to fertilize it after years of care, but after the soil was cultivated, it seemed to be nourished, and now the quality of the newly opened fields is good. Even many of the old fields are quite fertile. Now the county is rumored to be a blessing for adults!"

Zhang Shi also squatted down and grabbed a handful of field mud. Even Zhang Shi himself had to admit that he was indeed blessed as a Shangguan, and this time, Qingliu County seemed to have been reborn. And these fields have indeed turned around.

Song Yu chuckled, the city god here spends his divine power every day to nourish these fields, and these fields are naturally fertile. And he can also guarantee that these fields will be under the care of the gods, and it will not be idle to double the yield. At that time, the reputation will surely be shocked. Even now, there are already rumors that the new Lord Song Yu of Qingliu County is a capable official.

"It's that God can't bear the suffering of the people!" Song Yu's eyes were clear, and he put down the mud in his hand. Immediately, a messenger handed over clean water to Song Yu to clean.

"My lord, this is heaven's favor!" Zhang Shi also stood up and washed his hands.

"I hope that the second half of the year will be abundant, so that the people's hearts will be settled!" Song Yu walked towards other places with his hands in his hand, Zhang Shi nodded and followed behind Song Yu.

Trials Peak!

Pan Hao sat on a boulder, his body was full of aura, and the dark golden armor was worn on his body, looking very heroic. Many of the ten monks in the distance glanced at this place, but they were not interested.

Among them, Xi and the fairy and others did not recognize Pan Haolai, after all, they did not see Pan Hao's true face, and now the armor on Pan Hao's body has also changed, so they can't detect it.

"Bang!" two voices rang out. Zhang Chen and Xiao He were sent here by a golden light, and in the blink of an eye, the golden light dissipated again.

"This is here?" Zhang Chen whispered. At this time, Zhang Chen had already regained his strength, his eyes were deep, and he glanced around. Then his eyes lit up, and he walked towards a beautiful woman wearing a pink full-breasted skirt and a white gauze and satin shawl.

"Senior Sister Juansha, you're here too!" Zhang Chen said with his hand extremely respectfully.

"Well, Senior Brother Zhang, you're here too, it's a little late!" the woman pursed her skirt and chuckled.

"Senior Sister Juan, I'm going to the other side, if it weren't for the notice of the sect's junior disciples, I wouldn't know where I would be!" Zhang Chen smiled.

"Hmm!" Yarn chuckled and nodded, looking back into the depths of the clouds. Zhang Chen also stood beside him, slowly swallowing the aura of heaven and earth.

Xiao He on the other side also found his sect senior brother and had a good conversation.

Pan Hao did not expose himself for the time being, and cultivated in the corner in a very low-key manner. The white dan in the dantian became more and more brilliant, and the true qi turned into a clear white stream of water that spread all over the dantian, and the white lotus poked out of the white water, full of great power. Pan Hao was consolidating his cultivation at this time. Although he already has a Shinto cultivation to open the way first, he has broken through again and again in a short period of time, and his foundation is still not deep enough. In the past seven days, I have just been able to sort out the newly obtained amount of strength. (To be continued......)