Wei and Jin cooks

Before Fu Yong could recover from the news of his grandfather's death, he received suspicious looks from the two of them, "You don't know that the death of Governor Fu is excusable, but you don't know who Shangshu Fu is?"

Fu Yong was thinking about his sins in his heart, and said with a confused look on his face: "I knew that Fu Shangshu was from the Fu family in the North, also called Zhongshu, and his family background was prominent..."

"Hey, you're confused. That's not the same person, but two people, ancestor and grandson." The two people instantly cleared up their doubts. This kind of thing happens often. Many people in the folk have never known who the emperor is all their lives, so they confuse the two people. It is normal for one person, so the two candidates explained to him enthusiastically, "The Fu Zhi you are talking about was the former Zhongshu Ling. After the general pacified the Huns, he was made the governor of Yongzhou, and his grandson Fu Changrong was named the Shangshu Ling. ."

Fu Hong on the side was so anxious that he wanted to ask the general whose surname he was?

But everyone seemed to know who the general was, and they didn't dare to ask for a while. Alas, if they had known that this area was not occupied by the Huns, but by their own people, they should have made it clear just now that they just came out of the mountains and knew nothing. It’s much easier to get information.

Fu Yong felt that it was enough to get this information. For the rest, he could go to the county government to ask.

So, he drank all the tea in the bowl. It was so bitter that he frowned. Why did the tea taste like this? Not even the slices of ginger and green onions were added.

He winked at Fu Hong and Guan Er, immediately picked up the steamed buns and pancakes, and said goodbye to the two candidates.

Returning to the team, they distributed the steamed buns and pancakes to everyone and said, "This is our Jin Dynasty. The Huns have been defeated. We will enter the city now."

Everyone cheered when they heard it and asked quickly: "Have you found out where you bought the farm tools?"

Fu Yong: "No, but it doesn't matter, we will go directly to the county government office."

When the young people heard that they were going to the county government, they became afraid and asked, "What are you going to do in the county government? Brother Fu, we are ordinary people now, so it is best to avoid the county government when doing things, right?"

"Could it be that the county prince wants to get him back and serve as an official outside?"

As soon as this guess came out, everyone immediately tried to dissuade Fu Yong, "Brother Fu, please advise the county magistrate. There may be another fight outside. How can we be as comfortable as we are in the mountains?"

"The officials are cunning and the city of Heyin is broken. We all know that the county prince has tried his best and is a good official. But what if the officials outside don't know and want to ask the county prince about his crime?"

"If you leave, what will we do? Only the county prince can control the mountains."

Fu Yong was surrounded by them, and each one of them said something that made his head spin.

Fu Hong hurriedly went to rescue him, pulled him away and shouted, "Stop arguing, it is my eldest cousin who is the minister in the court now, we will be fine!"

The crowd fell silent, then suddenly became lively, asking: "What kind of official is Shangshu Ling? Is it higher than the county magistrate?"

"If he's really good, can you ask him to help get some farm tools and salt?"

"Yes, you need salt. There is almost no salt in the mountains. The cooked food is not delicious at all. It would be better if you can buy some fabrics cheaply."

Fu Yong spent a lot of effort to silence them, and then the two of them lined up and entered the city carrying bamboo baskets.

The city gate was a little deserted. There were only four soldiers standing at the city gate. They saw a group of farmers coming over carrying bamboo baskets. The bamboo baskets were too big, so the soldiers stopped them and came forward to check.

Fu Yong lowered his eyes and held five copper coins in his hand, planning to try his best to save food and give money as a bribe when he was raided later.

He had no intention of revealing his cousin's identity at this time. The so-called King of Hell was easy to talk to, but the devil was difficult to deal with. The name Shangshu Ling probably had no deterrent effect among these soldiers.

The soldier stepped forward and squeezed the linen bag in the bamboo basket. When he saw it was wheat, he waved his hand: "Go in."

Fu Yong was slightly surprised, "Is this enough?"

The soldier looked at him with an incomprehensible look and gave him directions, "After entering the city, go straight along the main road. When you reach the third intersection, turn left. There are grain shops in that area, and those selling grain and vegetables are all there. Go ahead."

Fu Yong lowered his eyes to cover his surprise, smiled and thanked him, picked up the bamboo basket and waved to the people behind him, and everyone filed into the city.

The young people did not dare to neglect and immediately followed.

Entering the city is a completely different scene.

There were not many people in the city, but it was very peaceful. The streets were clean and most of the shops were open. I greeted them when I saw them walking by and asked them if they wanted to buy fabrics or groceries.

Fu Yongdu shook his head and refused.

As I walked and looked around, I encountered people walking down the street with their trouser legs rolled up, carrying sickles or hoes. When I passed by them, I asked casually, "Are you done with work too?"

Fu Yong thought they had mistakenly admitted the wrong person, and just as he was about to explain, he saw a man carrying a hoe coming over. The man who had just greeted them smiled and asked him, "Is your home finished?"

The man carrying the hoe immediately responded with a smile, "It's time to work, it's time to work. I burned two acres of land today. I will trim it in two days and bury the ashes in the soil. I will plant winter wheat later. I will have a bumper harvest."

"Since spring wheat was planted this year, the land had to be planted with beans to nourish the soil. Why do we plant winter wheat again?"

"My piece of land is fertile. I've touched the soil and it's fine. I'll plant beans and raise them after the wheat is harvested next year."

"You also need to take good care of the soil and fertilizer, but don't mess around with it."

"It's okay, it's okay. I asked the stewards at Sinong Temple, and they said it's okay. Just apply more fertilizer, and you can cultivate the land again every other year."

They talked for a few words and then walked away. Fu Yong looked around and found that many people on the street were like this. Regardless of whether they knew each other or didn't know each other, they would always say hello when they met, either "Have you eaten yet?" or "Have you finished your work?" ".

This... was a city completely different from what he remembered. The people's faces were filled with sincere smiles. A group of clay children ran past them, chanting in unison excitedly "Cold comes summer." Go, harvest in autumn and store in winter, leap year after year, Lu Lu adjusts the sun..."

Fu Yong stood in a daze, watching them run away.

Fu Hong was also stunned and asked blankly: "Brother, what are they reading?"

Fu Yong: "It seems to be an article that teaches people enlightenment."

Fu Hong, who was enlightened at the age of five, asked blankly: "Why haven't I read such an enlightening article?"

Fu Yong didn't answer, turned around and continued walking forward. This time his goal was clear, going directly to the county government office.

No need to ask, you can always see the county government office as you walk along the road.

Sure enough, when he passed the fourth intersection, he saw an open space. The ground was paved with blue bricks, and a bulletin wall was erected on it. The front and back were covered with paper. Not far away, there was a high and wide courtyard with a hanging hanging door. The plaque reads "County Government".

On the left side of the county government office stands a tall wooden sign. It was a slanderous piece of wood used to leave messages for people to advise. This thing was actually erected again. Fu Yong was so old that he had only seen it in books. Since Emperor Shizu, The imperial court began to cover the mouths of the people. Even the children of aristocratic families used metaphors in their speeches and writings. How could they build a tree of slander?

To the right of the county government office is a red stone shaped like a lung, which is called a lung stone.

People who have been wronged can beat the lung stone to express their grievances. Fu Yong is familiar with this. Basically every county government has one. Some larger and wealthy county governments use drums instead of lung stones.