The Female Officer Became a Farmer After Getting Reborn

Chu Yuhao walked over and wrote the word "Chen Xi" with a pen. He pointed at the words on the case and said to Shen Zhong: "Azhong, how about you come and take a look at the name I gave Mr. Zhou's son?"

Shen Zhong came closer to take a look and praised it: "Chen Xi, the meaning is good! Your Majesty, you are so kind to Mr. Zhou's family."

Chu Yuhao felt satisfied after looking at it, and stamped a small seal on it before giving the words to Shen Zhong, and ordered: "Go to the warehouse to get a set of the four treasures of the study and some children's toys, and some cloth, and give them to Sihai Take it to Yunzhou and give it to you."

"Yes." Shen Zhong bowed his body and stepped back. Li Yu and Zhou Jia didn't know it yet, but Chu Yuhao changed Zhou Xi to Zhou Chenxi with a stroke of his pen.

In early July, Ji Xiangzhui followed Grandma Han to Qingshui Town. When he saw her staying at an inn in the town, he followed her and quietly monitored her every move.

Early the next morning, after having dinner in the inn lobby, Grandma Han asked the innkeeper about the location of Xishan Village. After asking, she left the inn and walked towards Xishan Village. At the entrance of the village, she met a woman carrying grass on her back and called out to stop. She asked: "Sister, can I ask you how to get to the Li family?"

The old woman looked at her and thought for a moment, then looked at her doubtfully, "Li family? Do you mean the Li family who lives at the foot of the mountain?"

Aunt Han didn't know where Li Yu's family lived, so she thought for a moment and said, "Sister, it's the family where the man my daughter married became a high official."

"The family of the high-ranking official," the old woman suddenly realized, "are you talking about Xiaoyu's family? Her family moved away as early as the year of the drought. I went back to the village a few years ago and heard that they moved to something Even if the state goes away, I can’t figure it out.”

After hearing this, Mother Han's heart froze. After thinking about it, she asked: "What about her parents?"

"Her parents are gone a long time ago." After the old woman said that, she left with the bamboo basket on her back.

"Gone long ago?" Mother Han muttered to herself in surprise. When she came to her senses, she realized that the old woman was walking away with a bamboo pole on her back. She quickly chased after her and took a bunch of copper coins and placed them in the old woman's house. In the woman's hand, "Sister, could I please ask you, where are the graves of the Li family's parents? I want to pay homage to them."

"So you are a relative of Xiaoyu's family!" The old woman looked at the copper coins in her hand and smiled happily. She placed the bamboo basket at the door of a house on the roadside and waved to Aunt Han: "Sister, you follow I come."

Mother Han, who was wearing Jixiang from afar, saw her following the old woman in her village, walking towards the old house of Li Yu's family, and slowly followed her.

The old woman took Nanny Han to the place where Li Yu's parents were buried. She pointed to the cemetery in front and refused to enter, "Sister, Xiaoyu's parents are buried there, so I won't accompany you there."

"Sorry to trouble you." Mother Han bowed and thanked her. The old woman waved her hands and turned away.

Watching the old woman walk away, Mother Han uneasily walked into the somewhat gloomy cemetery. After searching for a while, she found the graves of Li Yu's father and mother. She saw Lin's Jinniang and her birthday engraved on the tombstone. He Siri breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the tombstone and murmured: "Mrs. Li is indeed the descendant of the second miss. No wonder Mrs. Li has never caused trouble to the eldest miss. It turns out that the second miss is no longer there. Miss, now you It’s time to relax.”

Aunt Han looked at the dark tombstone, and a woman who looked at her with a calm smile seemed to flash before her eyes, "Ah!" Aunt Han screamed out in fright, hurriedly clasped her hands together, bowed to the tomb, and turned around. Walk.

"You just want to leave like that?" Jixiang hid in the bushes and looked at her coldly, picked up two pieces of gravel and shot it towards Aunt Han's calf. Aunt Han's legs went weak and she knelt in front of the grave in panic. Frustrated, he looked around and saw no one. He was so frightened that he stood up in a cold sweat and turned around to run away. However, he was hit by the rubble ejected from the auspicious projectile on his numb hole, causing his legs to weaken and he knelt down.

Aunt Han was so frightened that she sobbed and trembled. She crawled back to the grave in horror, bang bang bang... she kept kowtowing to apologize, "Second Miss, this old slave deserves death. I beg you to spare me, and so do I." I am following orders, please spare my life..."

Ji Xiang waited until she had finished kowtowing, then stopped caring about her. He watched her staggering out of the graveyard with a pale face. He followed her back to the inn and watched her hurriedly check out and leave with others. He was cold. He snorted: "Old godmother, just wait. I'll take care of you when I get back."

Aunt Han leaned against the carriage in shock, clasping her hands together and muttering to herself: "Amitabha! Is there really a god after death..."

In a blink of an eye, it was the Ghost Festival. After Zhou Jia took Li Yu and Yangyang Ruyi's family to worship their ancestors, the group took the folded river lanterns and went to the stream to put the river lanterns. Aunt Xue and the children in the village were also in the stream. Place lanterns on the river and burn paper to offer sacrifices.

Everyone quietly watched the river lanterns floating down the stream, praying silently in their hearts for the people they cared about.

About ten days after the end of July, the village began to get busy. Lao Zoutou and the others took out the baskets, dustpans, bamboo baskets, brooms, and rakes that they had made long ago. Ruyi and Ah Wei took more than thirty hired day laborers to adjust more than a dozen rice threshing machines, teaching them how to use them and what to pay attention to.

Mr. Lu and Mr. Liu gave the children a holiday and asked them to go to the fields to help harvest rice.

At dawn in early August, a group of people carried the threshing machine to the edge of the rice field. Zhou Jia and Li Yu took Yangyang and Qijin to the edge of the field. Everyone stood on the ridge of the field, looking at the heavy ears of rice, with expressions on their faces. Overflowing with the joy of the harvest, Zhou Jia and Li Yu went to the fields to harvest the first handful of rice and shouted: "It's time to harvest the rice."

"It's time to use the sickle." The people standing on the field shouted, then went to the field with sickles and opened their arms to cut the rice.

Li Yu smiled at Zhou Jia and said, "We are here! Go to the Yamen office!"

"Okay, you can go back to Zhuangzi after cutting for a while." After Zhou Jia told Li Yu, he got on the carriage and drove to the Yamen. Li Yu cut a box of rice and went to the breeding field over there. After looking around, he turned around and went to the Yamen. Walking back, I saw Yangyang and Qijin carrying a small bamboo basket, picking up the ears of rice that fell in the field with Sanzi and Erya.

Li Yu stood on the field and looked at the two people with a smile. He and several children looked around for the rice ears that fell in the field. When he found a bunch, he quickly picked it up and put it into the bamboo basket. He looked at it for a while. Drying area.

Shuisheng and Maizi, the older children, learned to cut grain under the guidance of Aunt Xue and Sister Lin. Su Ling, Wang Xinrong, Yanzi, Xiao Nilu... they passed the cut grain handles to the rice thresher. Sir, there are busy figures everywhere in the rice fields.

Awei took Lao Zoutou and the others to sort and harvest the wild rice and seed rice in the breeding fields, and took the rice seeds back to the drying field. Li Yu took Guyu, Xinghua, and the others to the drying field and took the rice seeds home. The millet and rice seeds were spread out separately in the drying field. Even the pregnant Xiaoyu was busy picking vegetables from the vegetable garden, selecting and cleaning them, and preparing meals for seventy or eighty people with Mrs. Yun and others. Zhuangzi The men, women, old and young inside all took action, hoping to put the rice into the warehouse while the weather was fine.