Mid-Autumn Festival is full and the people are not full. As early as hundreds of years ago, a poem was sung in the Jiangnan area during the Great Wei Dynasty, "The moon shines on the nine provinces, and several families are happy and sad, several couples are in the same tent, and several are floating outside." After the first Mid-Autumn Festival after the war in Huazhou, the people were displaced, but they were exactly the scene described in the poem.

In the government office, the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner dispersed early. Jiang Anyi made a table of sumptuous wine and food, and invited Shi Qingjian and his family to come. However, Xinfei and Siyu went to work for the business a few days ago, and there was a mistress at home. Seeing that Jiang Anyi was not in high spirits, everyone drank two glasses of wine and then left.

Jiang Anyong originally wanted to talk to his brother, but after staying for a moment, he was drunk. Jiang Anyi asked him to go back to his room to rest, sitting alone in the pavilion to cook tea and enjoy the moon. The bright moon was as cool as water, and I couldn't help but miss people when I saw the moon. I remembered my wife and children, mother and sister at home. People in the world said that being an official is good, and being an official also has the pain of becoming an official. Even the wife Xinfei, who is with her, doesn't know where she is.

Although Jiang Anyi didn't ask, he knew that Xinfei and Siyu and the others had gone to capture the Yuantian Sect's rebellion. They took action during the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion. The time was good, but the couple couldn't reunite, which was a pity. Jiang Anyi suddenly remembered the Xiangfei flute that Xinfei gave him. He was busy and worked hard in the box, and had already put his leisure and elegance aside.

The sound of the flute rose leisurely in the back yamen, and Jiang Anyi blew casually, it was longing, it was sorrow of parting, it was emotions, it was prayer, and the moonlight, flowing into the ears and hearts like a clear spring...

The people on duty in the government office were fascinated by the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and everyone was confused. Jiang Anyi stood up happily in the pavilion, and two fairies floated in the moonlight. It was Xinfei and Siyu who came back. After three hundred miles, Xinfei and Siyu rushed back from the Kurqi Desert and rushed back to reunite with their families.

A lover held his hand under the moonlight, which was a good thing, but Xinfei and his two bodies were covered with dust. Siyu even shouted: "Uncle, put the food on it quickly. After running for an afternoon, they were almost starving to death."

The banquet was reopened with wine and the lights. An Yong and Shi Tou smiled and poured the wine. Xinfei and the two of them washed up and swallowed it. It seemed that they were really hungry. Jiang Anyi thoughtfully poured them with dense fruits. The honey fruit made on the eighth day of the seventh month was still fresh after more than a month.

Siyu drank all the juice in the bowl, and while plucking the pear meat in the bowl, he said, "What a new bullshit envoy is really a bit arrogant. He pointed at his senior sister. He was too lazy to care about him, so he simply gave him all the command power. This time he arrested the rebel party of the Yuantian Sect. The stronghold in the small village next to the Kurqi Desert was discovered by Qin Ziyan and the others. The envoy took away most of the credit and said that he was planning to make it look like he was predicting it before he knew it."

Jiang Anyi had no good feelings for this strange envoy. As soon as he came, he took out the arrest of the Yuantian Sect. In name, he was afraid of delaying the government affairs of Huazhou. In fact, everyone knew that he was afraid of robbing the merits. He poured Siyu a bowl of honey fruit juice. Jiang Anyi poured half a glass of wine for Xinfei and asked considerately: "How many people were injured and killed in this operation?"

"No casualties," Siyu responded impatiently without waiting for Xinfei to answer. It seemed that the little girl was so suffocating that she was so anxious that she could not vomit.

"Last morning, the envoy Wang asked General Mei to surround the village and arrest everyone in the village. Through the search, several Yuantian Sect members were found, and they invited supplies to transport supplies for the bandits lurking in the desert. Envoy Wang was overjoyed and, led by those people, touched an oasis in the desert at night. He was ambushed until the third day of the day and launched an attack in one move. As a result, there was no one in the entire Green State except for a few horses eating grass."

Siyu gloated and described the extremely angry appearance of Special Envoy Wang. Xinfei smiled without making a sound. The silver bell-like sound made the moonlight brighter. Jiang Anyi gently held Xinfei's hand and said softly: "You should have many things to do to finish the game, why bother to come in a hurry? The same is true when you come back in a few days."

Jiang Anyong also looked at his wife with heartache and said, "I haven't seen each other for a few days, I've been much tanned. It would be great if I could go for you."

Siyu was a little moved and said softly: "Enter Wang was furious. Whoever caught and scolded him was like someone who deliberately opposed him and let him go. General Mei argued with him and took the soldiers away. The salarymen didn't dump him at all, and they all left. Senior sister and I thought that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so we were too lazy to care about him. They rushed with Qin Ziyan and the others all the way back before the second update. I heard my uncle playing the flute in the backyard. It sounds so nice. What is the name of this song?"

Xinfei was very good at singing and dancing. Siyu and others followed her and were naturally very familiar with musical instruments. Jiang Anyi accidentally played the songs and there were no songs. Looking at Jiang Anyi scratching his head awkwardly, Xinfei stood up with a smile and said, "How can there be no songs and dances during the Mid-Autumn Festival? Jiang Lang, you play a song, and I will sing and dance for you."

The sound of the flute sounded happily, and under the moonlight, Xinfei and Siyu were like two dancing butterflies, so beautiful that people forget their longing and sadness.

Compared with the war last year, the people of Huazhou have had a better life this year. First, the court exempted the agricultural tax, encouraged the cultivation, and also subsidized agricultural tools and seeds. If the gods do good, they can harvest three or five dou of them in the next year. Second, the new Jiang governor asked the county magistrates of each county to teach the people to make honey fruits. Ordinary people have no surplus grain at home and cannot afford clay pots and honey, but the melons and fruits can be sold, and the price is even two or three cents more than in previous years, which makes people who have not planted melons and fruits very regretful.

Wuyun County is located in the southeast of Huazhou, and the war did not affect this place. Wuyun County produces a lot of honey melons, with a yield of about a thousand kilograms per mu. In previous years, it was difficult for ordinary people to sell melons when they planted melons, and most of them were planted at 350 cents. There was a family named Tian in Yantou Village, 32 miles south of Wuyun County. They reclaimed a mu of land and all of them planted honey melons. This year's climate is adapted to the growth of honey melons. By July, the old man in the field estimated that there were at least 1,200 kilograms of melons in the field.

A good harvest may not be a good thing. Old man Tian took his two sons to the county town to hawk the melons. As a result, the streets were filled with honey melons, and few people were interested in it. The 400 kilograms of melons collected first were sold for only 273 cents. The whole family used honey melons as full these days, but they still threw half of them away.

Looking at the golden honey melon field, the old man was heartbroken. If he had known that he would have listened to his wife's advice, he would have planted wheat. At night, his son who went to the city to sell melons came back. After a cart of Guara went out, he still came back. Old Man Tian sat in the corner of the house and sighed heavily.

After filling a stomach of cold water, the eldest son squatted beside him and said, "Dad, I heard from the people in the county that I would teach everyone to make honey fruits from melons and fruits in the county government in two days, and said that it would save melons and fruits for a longer time. Should we go and have a look?"

Old Man Tian said for a while: "Yucunzheng also talked about this in the village today. The melons in the field cannot be sold. Perhaps it is a way to make honey fruits. I will go and see them with you at that time."

On the tenth day of August, the crowds from the four townships of Wuyun County were surrounded by people. Old Man Tian and his eldest son could not enter the county government. Those who put them in were famous officials, gentry and wealthy businessmen in the city. Mud legs like Old Man Tian were blocked outside the door. At noon, the people in the yamen came out, smiling one by one. County Magistrate Bai, who was seeing off guests, smiled even more happily. The selfless honey-making fruits made by the governor Jiang were sold by him for 57 houses at the price of twenty taels of silver per one, and 1,140 taels of silver easily entered his pocket. Looking at the crowd of Hei Yaya outside the yamen, Bai Zhiguang was very proud. As long as Wuyun County could produce honey fruits and pay commercial taxes, I believe that the governor Jiang would not care who made these honey fruits.

After wasting half a day in vain, Old Man Tian and his son returned home in a depressed mood. However, in the evening, the village came to buy a large number of melons, a pound of honey melons, and opened them to buy them. The prices of other melons and fruits were higher than the market price.

It was like the God of Wealth fell from the sky. Old Man Tian and his family went to the fields to collect melons. Eight hundred and eighty kilograms of melons were sold for 2,640 cents. Holding the heavy copper coins, the whole family couldn't stop smiling. The money was the largest income in recent years. Looking at the carriage full of loads, people with slow hands and legs stamped their feet and beat their chests, and they wanted to run to chase the carriage.

With money, the whole family improved their lives. Old Man Tian's mouth wriggled for a while, but still didn't say anything against it. He held his grandson and sat on the stone in front of the door. He smelled the scent of the pancakes in the room, and couldn't help but kissed the young grandson's tender face, and the wrinkles on his face were filled with joy.

More than a moment later, another team of carriages entered the village, and laughter rose again. The second son ran back and told the old man Tian that the price was 7 cents and 2 kilograms of unripe melons this time, which was better than the price just now. There were about 200 kilograms of unripe melons in the Tian family. Old man Tian did not ask his family to pick it, and he sold the unripe melons to others. I'm sorry for his conscience. Tonight the village was full of joy, and every household had more or less copper coins to earn it. This year's situation was pretty good.

After eating half a piece of cake, Old Man Tian gave the remaining half to his grandson. The child ate more. When he was old, he might have entered the loess one day and ate such good food was wasted. He walked around his melon field with his hands behind his back. Now the honey melons are sold for the price. He has to watch this field at night. He feels shallow. Just keep guarding at night. Forget the two sons. If the market for fruits and fruits can always be better, Old Man Tian is still counting on his two sons to add a grandson to his family.

For several consecutive days, there were endless fleets of harvesting melons and fruits. Even the dullest farmers knew that the market for fruits and fruits this year was optimistic, and this wave of rising market was 80% related to honey fruits. The last 230 kilograms of honey melons from the Maita family sold for 5 cents per kilogram, and bought 1,150 copper coins. They were happy and regretted. If they had known that the 800 kilograms would be sold a few days later, and they could have collected more than 1,600 copper coins.

The county town came to recruit workers and said that Mr. Li's family recruited women to make honey fruits and gave 30 cents of copper coins a day. More than 30 people came to the village at once, and the two daughters-in-law were also moved. Old Man Tian remembered the matter of selling melons and said with a stern face: "Don't worry, wait for two days."

Both sons were anxious, thirty cents a day, and 60 cents a day. The money they earned for ten days and half a month was quite good. They could buy a few new things at home and make new clothes for their children during the Chinese New Year. However, Old Man Tian’s face was long and wrinkles seemed to be engraved on his face. The two sons and their daughter-in-law were anxious and they were not easy to let their mother speak secretly, so they had to sigh and go in and out in front of Old Man Tian.
Chapter completed!