It’s normal to feed the county to the secretariat at the end of the year. Jia Yu woke me up to pay attention to my attitude.
I sat indignantly to insult others! What else did he say?
Zulie tried to recall that the secretariat also said that he would praise the young master when reporting to the court
Can praise be eaten as a meal? I curled my lips and threw the rag to the ground.
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The weather is getting colder and colder, and the end of the year is in a blink of an eye.
According to the local residents, there have been three snowfalls in December, which are not serious compared with previous years. This year, the autumn grain is still a bumper harvest, and the military and civilians in the county have been able to spend the winter safely.
The Spring Festival in the Eastern Han Dynasty is always so boring. The vast majority of residents in the northern part of the county are still (former) ethnic minorities, and their participation in the festival is really limited. At this time, it is freezing cold. If you rush to hold any largescale celebration, whether you can fully mobilize the enthusiasm of the people or not, in case of a bad accident, you will inevitably blame the old man. I would rather let the streets be deserted than do such a thankless thing.
So I ordered the counties to hang a few red lanterns on the main road of the county town, so there was no need to make too much publicity if there was a festive atmospherein fact, all the county libraries were too poor to expose the pot, so I’m afraid they couldn’t pay a few pennies for Du Ji Zhang Ji and others to build a big building …
Cheng Yu also specially arranged people to express condolences to the widowed. Fortunately, we are a county where the elderly, the sick and the disabled have long since died. We are all ablebodied people, and the number of widowed people adds up to only 200, which won’t cost much money.
The Spring Festival is thus quietly spent in a plain three meals a day.
It’s so dull that even Jia Mu and Zhao Cheng expressed their acceptance.
Jia Mu made extreme remarks without disappointment. I haven’t killed anyone for a whole year! My broadsword is already hungry! It is said that Jia Xu didn’t let him sleep all night that night, copying classics all night to cultivate his physical and mental health.
Zhao Cheng’s wife can’t finish the door, and Lao Zhao simply stays at home and waits on the child’s mother, even if she only shows up once every three or four days, she just comes to seek food for her wife to enjoy.
I figured that Lao Zhao wouldn’t be a father until March after the spring. I pinched my index finger and questioned, Is he too nervous?
Wood hit the nail on the head that this fellow just doesn’t want to work
I patted the honest man’s head thoughtfully
But … The honest man rolled his eyes. Why did my sister marry you for so many days but didn’t even lay an egg? He covered his head and was puzzled.
Jia Yu, the client, looked blushing. Little one, go back to sleep in the house!
Little one? Jia Mu stood upright. Sister, who do you think is taller? Thirteenyearold boy is the fastest growing period, but fifteenyearold girl has almost stagnated.
I’m afraid you are three feet tall and will always live in your sister’s heart. I laughed.
He ignored my explanation and continued to ask Naijie, Besides, what sleep do you want me to go to now when the sun is shining? I don’t have kannika nimtragol what don’t need to rest day and night …
In the face of his brother Jia Yu, there is no way to say to me, How did you teach my husband wood like this!
Feather, you have to be fair and just, I said, touching my conscience. It’s nothing to me that my husband is responsible for teaching wooden martial artists how to behave!
She snorted. Wood was a good boy when he was a child. I thought he would never go west when I told him to go east …
Well, I think you could hug me back then. What about now? Jia Mu cracked the proposition himself.
Sister Nai Liu Mei turned upside down and landed her fist on Nai Di’s forehead.
Spring has arrived.
The chilly spring is still in a thousand paths without a footprint, a hundred mountains and no bird.
Winter is always long in the north. At this time, I really envy people who are still in the wild and backward. It is said that there are four seasons like spring, and there is something wrong with northerners.
However, the weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the snow in the field is slowly showing signs of melting.
However, as the saying goes, the snow is not cold and the snow is cold, so the surface temperature becomes more and more daunting and you dare not walk.
On the fifteenth day of the first month of the fourth year of Chuping, the Lantern Festival was said.
Can it be different from ordinary winter? Being in a large group of (former) ethnic minorities, it is valuable to teach them to be selfsufficient in farming in a short time. It is not easy to assimilate them with cultural customs overnight.
Hey, big brother Ma Dai and I visited the soldiers who were huddled in the military camp. They were both bored and unwilling to come out to practice. Then why hasn’t Sun Wen come back after more than a month?
Most of them were eaten by dogs on the road. Zulie hey hey smiled.
I put my foot in his abdomen. If Du Ji was present, I would have to whip you twenty times, right?
I couldn’t prevent him from stumbling back two steps by my powerful foot wind. I haven’t forgotten to applaud me. The young master’s athlete’s foot is really unbearable!
beriberi? I brushed the outside of my boots and shouted, I washed my feet the day before yesterday!
Yes, yes! He nodded, clutching his belly. But the villain didn’t say it was smelly.
Pang Gan slapped Zulie on the back. Do you still want to say that the aroma of young master’s beriberi makes you want to lick two times?
ZuLie flashing eyes small pang you also feel this way? Great minds think alike!