Farmer Fubo is open for business

"My lord! My lord! The villagers have really found the water source!"

The government officials who had been watching Song Sanshun and others by the reservoir were so shocked when they saw such a strange scene that they rolled over and ran over to report: "Come and see! The water is really coming out!"

Magistrate Zhao stood up and ran quickly towards the reservoir.

Then I saw rolling waves of water pouring out from the innermost part of the reservoir, chasing behind the villagers who were running desperately.

"Hurry! Go and help them!" Magistrate Zhao saw that some of the villagers ran away and fell down, and quickly ordered the government officials to come to the rescue.

The government officials were also stunned by this scene and hurried on, but they did not dare to run far. They just stood on the side and pulled the villagers ashore one by one.

Then everyone retreated to the shore and looked at the slowly rising water in shock.

"How did you do it?" Magistrate Zhao grabbed Song Sanshun's shoulders and asked urgently, regardless of his identity.

Song Sanshun sat on the ground and gasped, unable to answer the county master's words for a while.

Chang'an had no choice but to say on behalf of his uncle: "Give me money."

Magistrate Zhao:

He stood up and turned to the bookkeeper: "Bring me two hundred taels of silver."

The chief clerk did not hesitate this time and immediately took out twenty silver ingots from the carriage.

Chang'an's eyes widened and he quickly pushed his uncle to pick up the money.

Song Sanshun got up, raised his hands to the county magistrate, put the money one by one into his own basket, and handed it to Song Laoliu to guard.

At this time, the water level was still rising, and the county magistrate immediately asked people to open the gate and release the water without asking questions.

As soon as the sluice is opened, the water rushes down and flows down the river.

A government official had already mounted his horse and went downstream to notify the villagers to clear the waterway.

In fact, the waterway of this reservoir is also connected to the county's moat. The moat has dried up, making it difficult for people living nearby to drink water, let alone grow crops.

Once the water was released from the reservoir, all the people ran to the moat to watch.

Let's talk about Song Sanshun. They completed their mission and were about to go home, but they were stopped by the county magistrate: "You haven't answered me how I did it?"

What can Song Sanshun say? "We dug a spring." It's that simple.

Song Laoliu and others also nodded in agreement.

Magistrate Zhao still refused to let him go, and said with a smile: "Brother Song, why don't you follow me back to the county to stay for a few days? I still have a lot to say to you."

Song Sanshun had no time to listen to the county magistrate's gossip, so he immediately hugged the money basket tightly and said, "I'm sorry, sir, we have to go back to work. There are several wells waiting to be drilled." Making money was not important.

And he really didn't dare to say anything to the county magistrate.

Magistrate Zhao was not angry when he saw Song Sanshun's refusal, so he had to regretfully let them go back first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got on the donkey cart, several squires gathered around him.

They cupped their fists at Song Sanshun and said, "Brother Song, I am not far from Zhuangzi. Why don't you take a rest for the night and then go back."

Song Sanshun shook his head repeatedly: "Thank you for your kindness, we really can't stay long." He pointed to the sun in the sky: "It's getting late, and I'm afraid it will be dark at night, so I'll say goodbye!"

Seeing that they really refused to stay, the squire had no choice but to say: "Then let's visit your house another day."

Song Sanshun nodded slightly and immediately drove the donkey cart away.

Chang'an lay on his uncle's shoulder and looked at the people smiling and waving to them, not feeling happy at all.

Half of the leaves in her palm suddenly disappeared, but she felt so sorry for her that she would never release water to the big reservoir again.

Magistrate Zhao watched Song Sanshun and the others go away, and said to the chief clerk beside him with a smile: "What a strange man. Now our county can be saved."

Apart from anything else, as long as you succeed in fighting the drought, it will be a great achievement, and you will definitely get a top grade in the performance appraisal at the end of the year.

The head clerk also laughed: "My lord, if we ask them to pump water out of every village, no one will escape from the fields."

Magistrate Zhao stroked his beard and nodded: "Let me leave this matter to you. Let each township dig a water storage reservoir as soon as possible, and then invite the Song clan people to come and take a look. As for the cost, let the villagers share it equally according to the number of acres of land. "

"Yes." The chief secretary clasped his fists and said, "If every township has a reservoir, we will be able to grow rice here in the future. This will be a great thing for the country and the people. Your Excellency is really wise."

Magistrate Zhao hummed and looked back at the overflowing reservoir, feeling very happy.

I was also unlucky. As soon as I was transferred to this county, I encountered a severe drought.

He was reprimanded by the government order last year. If he fails to achieve results this year, he will not be far from being dismissed.

Fortunately, everything is getting better. The water in this reservoir alone can help this county get out of trouble. Haha, that Song Sanshun is really his lucky star.

In the evening, Song Sanshun and his party finally returned to the village.

He gave fifty taels to a dozen villagers and gave the rest to his wife to keep.

Chang'an was unhappy and went to bed early after eating some food.

But tonight, instead of dreaming about the little goldfish, she had a strange dream.

In the dream, I was taken to the capital by my mother-in-law early, and then grew up in the Hou Mansion, and was recognized as my goddaughter by Mrs. Hou.

Later, she married an official as his stepmother, but the official never treated her politely and did not live in the same courtyard with her.

The official had a daughter who was only two years old, so she took on the task of taking care of the child.

Unexpectedly, a few years later, the child's mother suddenly came back and accused her of being bad to the child.

Chang'an jumped up in anger and was about to rush over to slap her when he suddenly woke up from his dream.

She stared at the ceiling in a daze, her mind a little confused.

With her five-year-old knowledge, she had no idea what the dream meant.

But she was so angry.

"Chang'an, why are you dazed? Get up quickly." Mrs. Wu brought a new set of clothes and pants: "Come on, wear these clothes. Today is your birthday. Your uncle and Mr. Lu will come over for noodles later."

Chang'an blinked and suddenly thought of the official in his dream.

His surname seemed to be Lu, but I couldn't see clearly what he looked like in the dream.

Chang'an took a deep breath, sat up, and put on new clothes.

The red top is embroidered with rose flowers, and the pants are cyan, wide and very cool to wear.

"After today, our Chang'an will be five years old, and it is getting more and more beautiful." Mrs. Wu combed her little niece's pigtails and praised her sincerely.

Changan shrunk his shoulders and smiled sheepishly.

She didn't know whether she looked good or not, but this dress did look good.

Chang'an suddenly remembered that the clothes he wore in the dream were not good-looking at all.

She puffed up her mouth and got off the kang to wash up.

At this time, my uncle and Lu Jingzhou arrived.

The younger uncle was wearing a long white muslin gown. To use the words of a little goldfish, he looked like a bandit gentleman, who was as keen on talking and polishing as he was, and he stared at Chang'an in a daze.

Looking at Lu Jingzhou again, he was wearing a green robe, thin and handsome, well, that's all, he was a whole head shorter than his uncle.

Chang'an ran over, grabbed his uncle's sleeve, and asked with a smile: "Uncle, are you here to eat my longevity noodles?"

Wu Zhonglou nodded with a smile and handed her a small box in his hand: "I bought this from the county town for you to play with."

Chang'an took the small box and opened it happily. Inside was a wooden table made of wood, also called a jigsaw puzzle, and a drawing.