In a blink of an eye, the autumn harvest comes. Every year, the people are most looking forward to is the autumn harvest. Autumn harvest represents the food for the year. This year's autumn harvest, the people only have sorrow.

Zhulan took a few grandchildren and granddaughters to stay in Zhuangzi for a few days. When she arrived at Zhuangzi, she went directly to the fields and stood among the ridges to watch the autumn harvest.

Ming Jing couldn't stop his fat hands, so she picked up the wheat ears, "Grandma, why are there so many shriveled wheat ears?"

Zhulan took it and felt heavy, "The harvest this year is not good."

The land of his own farm is fertile, and his eldest son said that the production has been reduced by one quarter, and there is no need to think about the land where the land is barren.

Mingjing was very concerned about what she had eaten, "Grandma, is there enough food to pay for the tax?"

Zhulan laughed, "Of course it's enough. Our family has a lot of land. Paying taxes is not only enough to eat, but also to sell some food."

Mingjing is relieved, just eat enough.

Changli came up from the field, "Mom, you just arrived at the village. You should go back and rest first. Just watch here."

Zhulan shook her head, "My body is not so fragile, you can do your business."

She was worried about the harvest, so she wanted to come to Zhuangzi to see her. She wanted to take a few grandchildren to educate them.

Changli didn't rush back and sighed: "The harvest this year is not good."

Zhulan, “The people will live a hard life this year.”

The war is not over, and the possibility of tax cuts this year is not high.

Qizhou, Chang Lian came back from several states that were not affected by the disaster and walked quickly, and he seemed very tired.

When the prefect saw Changlian's expression, he felt heavy, "Is the harvest good?"

"Well, the harvest this year is not good. The unaffected states and cities will not help us if they pay taxes."

The prefect pursed his lips, "The flood in our state has receded, and some fields have been taken away by the flood. Some low-lying fields are covered with silt. Even if they are cleaned up, it will affect the harvest. The affected states will exempt taxes this year, but people have to wait until the food is mature before they can have food. There is a shortage of food."

Qizhou planted rice for two seasons. It was too late to plant late rice after the flood receded. I still hope to get some food.

Chang Lian was also worried that the temperature was low this year and the late rice harvest would not be good. "I really have no choice but to write a memorandum to go to Beijing."

They thought about all the ways they could think of. In order to increase their income, the prefect also learned to raise fish in rice fields in other states, hoping to replenish some food.

The prefect sighed. He had been out of the city recently. People from various villages went up the mountain to find food. They were dug on the roadside and could not see the shadow of wild vegetables. The adults and children were pale and thin. If the city had not been forced to distribute some food to the villages, life would be even more difficult.

The magistrate's back bent, "I'll write a memorial."

Chang Lian came out of the government office and when he got home, he saw his wife reading a letter from the capital, "My mother's reply?"

Dong shook his head, "No, my sister-in-law replied to my letter."

"You have something to look for your sister-in-law?"

Dong nodded, "This is not the autumn harvest. I asked my sister-in-law and my brother to tell me that the food collected from our fields will not be sold, so I asked my brother to send the food here."

Chang Lian, “Do you want to donate food?”

Dong, "I think you are worried about food. Although our family has not much food, it can still make a small amount of effort."

Chang Lian sat down and said, "Your idea is very good, but I can't start with it. There are many officials in Qizhou, including many children from aristocratic families. The aristocratic families will not lack food. The people who really lack food are the people. If each person donates some, it can indeed solve a lot of problems, but I cannot be the one who stands out."

Dong, "Why? Because of the magistrate?"

Chang Lian shook his head, "The magistrate wishes that someone will donate food. What I care about is my father. Our family is very eye-catching in the capital. This flood, I have already made a name for myself, and I will continue to make a name for myself and be hated."

"Then can this food be donated?"

"Donate, I need to think about it carefully. Just choose someone who can stand out and we will follow."

In the Ministry of Revenue in Beijing, Zhou Shuren closed his eyes and urged, urging, and the table was filled with folds for urging grains. The prepared grains were gone, and the grains were now waiting for the autumn harvest.

The grassland tribes were beaten to a shortage of food and grass, and they had already attacked several states on the border just to seize food.

Zhou Shuren heard footsteps, "You are not very busy, why are you here?"

Rong Chuan put the food box in his hand on the table, "This is the soup that Xuehan stewed for you."

Zhou Shuren's stomach was churning, "No, I don't need to nourish the soup."

The emperor was very afraid that he would fall, so the soup in the kitchen of the Ministry of Revenue did not stop, and he didn't want to drink the soup at all.

Rong Chuan smiled, "I knew you couldn't drink it, so I'll drink it."

"You drink it."

Rong Chuan was sitting and took it out to drink it. His wife rarely cooked, and he would drink it if his father didn't drink it.

Zhou Shuren sighed, "It's better to be young, it's only how long has the flesh grown back."

Rong Chuan thought that he would naturally grow fast in replenishing meat all day long. After drinking the soup, "Dad, has your mother gone to Zhuangzi?"

"Well, I've lived in the Ministry of Revenue recently. She wanted to go and see the harvest, so she took a few children to live there for a few days."

Rong Chuan heard the harvest, "I have been busy with autumn harvest and transportation of grain recently. The harvest this year is not good, and merchants from all over the country no longer sell food."

Zhou Shuren touched his beard and said, "Oh, it's time to get his salary again."

Rong Chuan felt that father-in-law was the most difficult, "Dad, please pay more attention to rest."

Zhou Shuren looked at Rong Chuan, "You said you can ask for leave for me?"

Rong Chuan, “…I don’t think I can.”

Now everyone can ask for leave, but my father can’t. They all expect my father to get money and food!

The next day, Zhulan went to the orchard to pick fruits and Qingxue said, "Mr. Liu went out to hunt and happened to meet the young lady Yudie who was digging wild vegetables. He came back with the ladies."

Zhulan, "I have no chance in the capital, so I have chased Zhuangzi. Is there a Zhuangzi nearby in the Liu family?"

Qingxue replied, "No."

Zhulan laughed out loud, "This is chased from the capital."

Qingxue also wanted to laugh. Mr. Liu was so miserable. After the eldest lady and the second lady got engaged, the few young masters did not stop the son-in-law from seeing him. Only Mr. Liu came to the door a few times before he could see Miss Yudie once. He still met from afar and couldn't even say anything.

When Liu Yuanbo saw the old lady, he hurriedly got up to greet him, "I have met the old lady."

Zhulan signaled the girl to put the fruit down, "This is a fruit I just picked from the orchard, and I will take it back to your mother to taste later."

Liu Yuanbo's face turned slightly red, and his little thoughts could not be hidden from the old lady, "Yes, thank you, Mrs.

Zhulan glared at Ming Jing and a few more, Ming Jing and a few more quails.

Yudie's face turned red, and she was holding the ornament given by Liu Yuanbo in her hand. The ornament was her zodiac attribute, which she liked very much.

Zhulan stayed in Liu Yuanbo for lunch, and Liu Yuanbo said goodbye and left.

On the way back to Beijing, Liu Yuanbo asked the servant beside him, "The excuse today is to hunt. What will I use as an excuse tomorrow?"

The servant, "I think the young master doesn't need to make excuses."

Liu Yuanbo thought of his brother-in-law's smile, and today he was caught off guard by a surprise attack. If there was no reason tomorrow, he would definitely not see Yudie. "Yes, the old lady gave my mother a fruit, and it is a good reason for me to ask her to give her a gift."

servant, "Young Master."
Chapter completed!