Chen Siniang weaves cloth in Liangjiazhuang, Xiaoniushan.

My husband has been away for more than a month and has not yet turned around. Chen Siniang is anxious but can't show it on her face.

As midnight approached, Chen Siniang stopped working and listened to the old lady's room. Chen Siniang stood up and pushed the door open. The moonlight was like water, and the air was filled with a bone-permeable chill. Chen Siniang tightened her collar and dragged her dress on the newly-paid water-milled floor tiles, making a "rustling" sound. Chen Siniang came outside the old lady's door and knocked on the door gently.

"It's Si Niang." The old lady's old voice.

"Mother, it's late at night, please rest early."

"Okay, you can go to bed sooner."

Chen Siniang turned around and had not yet arrived at the door. She felt a little cold at the tip of her nose. When she looked up, she saw white flakes dancing all over the sky. This was the first snow in Xinye County in the 20th year of Yuanjia, Song Dynasty.

When Chen Siniang returned to the room, she took off her clothes and went to bed. She couldn't sleep. She had something to do in her heart. In another half a month it would be the wax day of the year.

The La Days of various countries are not consistent and are determined based on the end of their five elements. The Song Dynasty has the virtue of water, and the water declines in Chen, so the first Chen day of December is the La Day of Song Dynasty.

La Day is a great sacrifice for the year, which worships ancestors and gods. Both the people and the officials have a huge scene. The establishment of Liangjiazhuang is supported by the help of the ghosts in Yangcun, so sacrifices are particularly important this year.

Chen Siniang's heart has passed the sacrifices, personnel arrangements, and who the sacrifice elder is needed.

La Day is also the day for family reunion. I wonder if my husband will return at that time, Chen Siniang sighed quietly in her heart.

Over the past month, Liangjiazhuang has added more than a hundred people, and the road to Nanyang, the mutual market has been roughly cleared out, and a "commercial street" described in the husband's mouth has also been opened in Yangcun.

My husband's idea is different from ordinary people, both novel and reasonable, and Chen Siniang is realizing it one by one. Now, there are three grocery stores on the commercial street and two rice shops are in. After paying some shop renovation fees, they are free of rent for three years.

Liangjiazhuang is promoting rent-free. As for the farmers who come to the house, some rely on the Liang family, and some bring their own tools and grain to reclaim wasteland independently in the marginal areas. Liangjiazhuang is now famous, and Chen Siniang believes that in half a year, more free people and craftsmen will pour into Liangjiazhuang.

Chen Siniang was involved in all matters of Liangjiazhuang. After a month, she was managed in an orderly manner and her prestige grew. Everyone respectfully called her "Second Lady". The construction of a villa in Liangjiazhuang by the Mohist family and the Wu family was a key project that Chen Siniang had to follow up every day. Chen Siniang knew that in addition to the ghosts and gods of Yangcun, the Mohist family and the Wu family were all trying to introduce another major aid.

Chen Siniang tossed and turned on the bed. I don’t know how long it took, but she fell asleep in a daze but was woken up by a barking dog. Chen Siniang sat up in her clothes and heard a messy footsteps. Soon, Uncle Kang’s surprise voice came: “Ah, the young master is back!”

Chen Siniang looked happy and immediately put on her clothes. She quickly put on the oil lamp in front of the bronze mirror. She combed her hair, pursed her lips, and hurried out. At this time, the old lady's voice came out: "Is my son back?"

"Old lady, don't worry!" Shi's voice.

Chen Siniang suppressed her impulse to go out and waited outside the main room for the old lady to come out.

The Liang family's main house has three courtyards. The front yard has become lively. Lights are lit one by one, and the voices of the three Wu brothers are heard one after another. The lights in the courtyards are also lit one after another, and the night is like a fireflies.

Snowflakes filled the sky, and people's vision became white. Chen Siniang became anxious, and her lotus feet slightly pointed, feeling that time became infinitely long.

Finally, seeing Uncle Kang and Liang Liang, who were supporting the two of them, Chen Siniang immediately took a step, but stopped again.

When Liangshan saw his mother and Chen Siniang, he pushed Lao Xin away and ran over and fell to his knees, saying, "Children pay tribute to his mother!"

Liang Yang quickly helped his son up and said, "Son, you have suffered."

"No!" Liang Shan shook his head and said to Si Niang again: "Si Niang."

Chen Siniang was very blessed and suppressed her excitement.

"Who is that?" Liang Yang asked.

"My friend Lao Xin has some brain problems. Uncle Kang, clean up a clean room and settle him down." Liangshan said loudly.

Listening to the man's shouting, Chen Siniang thought to herself, it's great to have a man.

For three consecutive days, Liangshan inspected the fields and workshops, and the result was very satisfactory. In addition to being busy with inspections, my husband was sitting quietly and thinking, and Chen Siniang did not disturb him. He just told the maid to take care of him carefully.

This trip to Liangshan was so shocking that he had to spend time sorting out.

The blessed land is the foundation of the sect, and it is the world of the world of secular world. Liangshan cannot find a suitable description, it is basically like a balloon played with by children. Children are the world of secular world, balloons are the blessed land of gods, and ropes are the channels between the two.

Liangshan jumped decisively, but came out when he walked on the passage for more than a month and was about to reach the mountain gate.

The way he came out was quite humiliating. Lao Xin was kicked out with one kick, and there was still a faint footprint on his face. Liangshan was better, but he was waved out by the other party's big sleeves.

"This is a blessed land of immortals. How can ordinary people set foot in?!" The other party shouted. Just an outer disciple, his arrogance was so arrogant. Liangshan had only had time to look at Zhu Qingyun, and only heard the vague words of the "three-year agreement" in his ears, and the person was already above Jingshan.

After he came out, Lao Xin didn't know anything at all. The standard crazy man, Liangshan had to take him back to Liangjiazhuang.

Liangshan almost lost the memory of going to the Zhengqing Sect Immortal Sect. Obviously, he was swept out and the outer disciple gently wiped this memory, but Liangshan relied on the white bones that aroused in his body to preserve this memory.

It is of great help to have a master's sect and someone to guide it, but Liangshan has the "Bone Sutra" and the level is probably higher. Therefore, Liangshan held his breath and even casual cultivators would have to cultivate a reputation.

Every day, Liangshan would take an hour to accompany his mother, one to manage the affairs of all sizes and small in the village, and one to teach Chen Siniang's knowledge of liberal arts and science in his previous life, and all other time would be spent on practice.

Time flies, and three years have passed, and Liangjiazhuang ushered in the fourth day in a blink of an eye.

After three years of development, Liangjiazhuang has a population of more than 1,000 households and more than 30 hectares of fertile land. The prosperity of the commercial street is second only to Majiabao. It also has a regular civilian army of thousands of people, with complete standards and high configurations.

Liangshan continuously obtains gold through small gold, and prioritizes the purchase of new equipment from the Mohist and Wujia Villas. Four earth platforms are built in four aspects, east, west, south and north, and equipped with a Wujia's Thunder God Cannon.
Chapter completed!