Three more days passed.
The Nuan family's wheat has been dried and they are calculating the yield per mu in the drying field.
Nalan Jinnian stood beside Nuan Nuan.
Liang Huanzhang and Ouyang Huaian were standing beside them.
All the villagers in the village swarmed around the grain drying field, wanting to see how many kilograms of wheat could be produced per acre.
The village chief took Youfu and others, and everyone worked together to weigh out the wheat.
The more you say it, the more excited you become!
The person holding the scale was so excited that his hands were shaking!
Some people were so impatient that they couldn't help but grab the scale: "I'll do it!"
Then my hands shook even more!
The weights fell to the ground.
Finally, they were all weighed.
In the end, the village chief did the math. Although he knew what he was doing, he still suspected that he was wrong!
He does the calculation again!
Then he looked at Wen Jiarui with a look of disbelief: "Jiarui, how many kilograms per mu have you calculated?"
Wen Jiarui showed the results he calculated to the village chief.
The people next to me were anxious: "Village chief, Jiarui, how much does it weigh? You should tell me quickly!"
"That's right! I'm so anxious!"
…
The village chief stood up at this time. He coughed twice and cleared his throat: "The yield per mu is one thousand and fifty-six kilograms!"
“…….”
Silence, deathly silence in the whole place!
After a while, a villager said to his daughter-in-law: "Mother, please twist my ears. I suspect that my ears are not working properly!"
"Village Chief, did you miscalculate the number? How is this possible?"
One season of winter wheat can actually produce more food than two seasons of rice
"It's absolutely correct. Everyone saw it, and I counted it several times!"
"Ah~ my God, it's working! It's working this time! You don't have to go hungry anymore! One acre of land can harvest more than a thousand kilograms of grain, and just one season of planting is enough to feed you for a year!"
"God opened his eyes! No wonder we stopped the Lord Hui'an County's family from planting wheat that day. Magpies came to announce the good news, and wild wolves came to guard the wheat fields! These are all sent by God! Lord Hui'an County was also sent by God to save the people."
An old man from the village knelt down and kowtowed to Wen Nuan: "Thank you so much, Lord Hui'an! You are really everyone's lucky star! You are our lucky star!"
Seeing this, the others quickly knelt down, and someone shouted: "The Lord Hui'an is a blessing to the people of the world! The Lord Hui'an is a thousand years old!"
"The Lord of Huian County is a thousand years old! A thousand years old!"
"The Lord of Huian County is a thousand years old! A thousand years old!"
... ... .
Other villagers followed suit and shouted!
Warm heart trembled: Don't hurt me!
Did you call me Chitose casually
Wenwenzhan glanced at the man, then helplessly, he quickly knelt down, kowtowed towards the capital and started patting the rainbow fart: "It was the emperor's love for the people that moved the heavens, and that made me have such a dream! Long live the emperor, Long live long live!”
Nalan Jinnian looked at Wen Nuan and raised his eyebrows. This girl's desire to survive was quite strong.
Then his eyes turned and fell on someone, his eyes condensed.
Carloads of wheat were transported away from Nuan Nuan's house.
When the last cart of wheat was shipped away, the sun was already setting.
After Nalan Jinnian had dinner at Nuan Nuan's house, he said to Nuan Nuan, "We will set off at chen o'clock tomorrow. I will pick you up."
"Okay." Nuan Nuan nodded.
The Qianqiu Banquet is coming soon. I will go to Beijing tomorrow to attend the Qianqiu Banquet and receive the reward on the way.
"Dahui, please stay here tonight!"
Nalan Jinnian had no objection. If this beast has milk, then she is a mother. She has forgotten who is her master!
After Nuan Nuan waited for Nalan Jinnian to leave, she sat on Dahui's back: "Dahui took me to find that person."
The big ash disappeared into the night.
~
Nalan Jinnian returned to the mountain.
He returned to the study and saw a carrier pigeon landing on the window lattice.
Nalan Jinnian walked over, took off the small bamboo tube on the carrier pigeon, and took out the note inside.
He opened it and took a look, his sexy thin lips curled up, and his icy eyes were filled with secrets.
At this time, Lin Feng asked to see him outside the door: "Master, we've been caught."
Nalan Jinnian crushed the paper in his hand and scattered it in the air.
"Bring it in!"
Lin Feng brought in a man dressed as a villager, let go of his hand, and kicked his back knee, causing the man to kneel down.
"My lord, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me, I know I was wrong!"
Oh my God! Why is he so unlucky? He was beaten by a wolf and a wolf girl just now, and he was caught again before he could recover!
"Who told you to say that the Lord of Hui'an County is a thousand years old!" Nalan Jinnian looked at his face that was beaten into a pig's head and looked at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng nodded.
"Sir, please forgive me, I just said it casually!"
Nalan Jinnian kicked him: "Take him down and beat him until he says so!"
"Ah, please forgive me, sir! I said, yes..."
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In the faint morning light, three carriages lined up in front of Wen Jiarui's house.
They are going to Beijing to express gratitude!
The servants of the family came out one by one and lined up to see each other off.
The clan leader, village chief, and all the villagers came out to see him off.
They knew that Nuan Nuan's family was in Beijing today to express their gratitude.
As soon as the Nuan family put away the gifts, Nalan Jinnian's carriage appeared.
Amid congratulations and blessings, the family embarked on their way to Beijing.
The clan leader looked at the three carriages in the distance, wiped his tears, and said to the village chief: "We, the Wen clan, are going to make a difference!"
Their Wen family lineage has risen to prominence!
The village chief's expression became solemn: "Chief, you must restrain your clan members even more in the future. Don't do anything improper in the name of County Master Hui'an!"
The patriarch's expression changed: "Yes! From now on, we Wen clan members must be more careful in our conduct and actions, and we must not cause any trouble to the county master. Do you hear this?"
A village really has everyone.
Many people responded loudly, but few took it to heart.
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The three Wen Chun brothers did not go to Beijing this time. They continued to stay in the academy to attend school.
Wen Jiamei has recently fallen into a crazy creative passion, and she did not go either.
Wen Jiarui was not worried about her being alone at home, and Wang was not worried either, so he sent her and Qiushi to live temporarily at Wu's house. There happened to be a cave there for her to bake the porcelain she made.
After walking for half a day, we only had lunch in a small town and then continued on our way.
The warm carriage was given to the older Wang family, and Aunt Hua, Wu and Wen Jiarui sat in it. It was a carriage given by Nalan Jinnian. It was prepared by the county owner and had better shock absorption.
In the evening, when the inn arrived, Nuan Nuan got out of the carriage, feeling a little depressed because of the jolts.
Warm comment: This body is rather delicate!
Nalan Jinnian saw this and asked, "What's wrong?"
Nuan Nuan shook his head: "It's okay, it's boring to sit in the carriage for too long!"
Wen Jiarui knew that Nuan Nuan would get carsick and asked, "Are you carsick? Do you need to take medicine?"
"No, I'm fine."
Nalan Jinnian glanced at her, and then said: "Go in first!"
Lin Feng had already taken the first step and arranged all the stations.
He spoke at the right time: "Master, Lord Hui'an County, the rooms in the inn are ready, and the hot water and meals are also ready."
The postmaster of the post station also bowed respectfully at this time: "Welcome King Jin, the Lord of Hui'an County."
The group of people walked in.
After Nuan Nuan's family entered, Dafang's family then arrived outside the door of the inn.