Asakura is an old man over fifty years old. He has been living in Muchuan County from birth to now. Judging from his life trajectory, he will probably never leave this area in his life.
The Asakura family only has one acre of small farmland. On weekdays, they have to go up the mountain to cut firewood and sell it in the city to earn some small money to support the family. They are not rich, but they can still survive. Who knows, there will be unforeseen circumstances. What happened three years ago
A flood flooded his family's small acre of farmland. His eldest son also disappeared in the flood. Fortunately, the younger son was protected by the couple. However, the farmers who lost their fields had to face another problem.
What can be done?
Seeing that his youngest son was about to starve to death, a savior descended from the sky. He seemed to have divine power and united everyone to his side. As a result, everyone worked together to open the canal. As a result, thousands of acres of fertile land were cleared.
And his youngest son was able to survive. When the canal was opened, the entire Muchuan County was boiling. This river was dug out by the people of Muchuan County! The subsequent division of fields made everyone even more excited.
Everyone was happy, and the Asakura family also got three acres of fertile land. Now the family no longer has to worry about the future.
After all, fields are the foundation of farmers!
It was on that day that the name Anma Mingjing was deeply engraved in the hearts of every people in Muchuan County. It was on that day that Mingjing was not only the prime minister in the hearts of these simple people, but also their patron saint!
As the morning sun rose, the old man Asakura came to his field with a hoe on his back as usual. To his surprise, there was a man squatting on the ridge of his field. The old man was stunned, and he immediately put down the hoe and moved toward
The figure from behind shouted: "Who are you?! What are you doing squatting on the edge of my field?!"
"Huh?" Ming Jing was stunned and couldn't help but look back. At this time, he was holding an ear of wheat in his hand and eating a piece of millet in his mouth.
"Eh?! Is this person...the Prime Minister?!" Old Man Asakura was stunned when he saw the person clearly. He blinked in disbelief. Could it be that he was drunk? Otherwise,
How could the Prime Minister, who is so rich and wealthy, squat on the edge of his field and eat millet?
"Hey, uncle, your rice is grown very well! The grains are plump and taste sweet." Ming Jing stood up nonchalantly, patted the grass clippings stuck to his pants, and said with a gentle expression.
"You...are you really the Prime Minister?" Old Man Asakura approached cautiously and looked at him carefully.
"If the old man is talking about the Prime Minister of the Fire Country, I think it should be me." Ming Jing thought for a while and said seriously.
"Ah! No, I didn't expect to see you alive here!" Old man Asakura looked surprised. This is the patron saint in the hearts of the people of Muchuan County! How could the old man not be excited to actually be standing in front of him alive?
"Ah ha ha ha... um... still alive..." Ming Jing smiled awkwardly, this old man really couldn't speak.
"I'm sorry, I'm stupid and can't speak. Please don't take it to heart, Prime Minister!" Asakura said as he was about to kneel down. Ming Jing quickly supported the old man. As long as the relationship was not hostile, he still respected him.
Old man's.
Seeing that the old man seemed quite nervous, Ming Jing asked with a smile: "Old man, the entire Muchuan County has rice, is it the same as what you have here?"
"That's not true!" As soon as he talked about farming, old man Asakura immediately changed his appearance. He shook his head and said: "When it comes to farming in Muchuan County, I dare not say that I am the best, but I must be among the top.
You guys. The three acres of land you see are cultivated carefully by me, the old man, and they can support my family!"
"What do you mean, if the rice is growing so well, is there any secret?" Ming Jing couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Of course!" Mr. Asakura touched his goatee and said gently: "In fact, rice is just like children. As long as you take care of them sincerely, you will be rewarded."
Well, this answer is very interesting, and Mingjing can feel the sincerity of the old farmer. Although, this is of no use...
While Ming Jing and the old man Asakura were chatting, another figure descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard of Muzhi Hexia's public office. The muffled "boom" could not help but alert Michi Heshita who was working, and also alerted the guards outside.
The provocation came in. A group of people armed with swords surrounded the intruders and just waited for the dust to clear before arresting them.
"Cough cough cough..." Gradually, a figure walked out from inside. She covered her mouth and nose with one hand, looked at everyone and frowned and said, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go to work?"
"The soul is weak! Don't go wild in the Canal Yamen..." A guard wanted to show his loyalty, but before he could finish speaking, Mu Zhihexia rushed out, knelt down on one knee and saluted the visitor: "Canal Yamen
Supervisor Mu Zhihexia, pay your respects to the chief official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs!" As soon as these words came out, the surroundings were quiet. Immediately afterwards, several guards looked at the man who had just spoken with pity. They flattered the supervisor of the Canal Yamen and offended the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Chief, you have quite a skill!
The guard who scolded him was sweating profusely. He felt as if he had reached a new height today...
"Well, where is the Prime Minister?" The person who came was Yuexi. She nodded, not even paying attention to the guard.
"The Prime Minister arrived the night before yesterday, but I don't know the itinerary for the past two days." Mu Zhihexia lowered his head, with some fear in his tone. The guards around him were even more surprised. The Prime Minister actually remained silent.
Come to Muchuan County?!
Yue Xi frowned slightly, looked at Muzhi Hexia, and said in a stern tone: "As a subordinate, you don't know where your commander is. This is dereliction of duty! I punish you to shut up and think about your mistakes. When did you remember where the Prime Minister is? What?
It's time to come out!" Everyone was shocked, weren't they? The dignified Yunhe Yamen supervisor was beaten to the end like this?
Yuexi glanced around, and everyone she saw lowered their heads subconsciously. No one dared to look at her. Just kidding, this person killed a high-ranking official who everyone usually looks up to as soon as he appeared on the scene.
!What if she looked at someone wrong and masturbated too, that would be embarrassing!
Yuexi was very satisfied and waved her hand: "Go back to your posts!"
"Yes!" Everyone's expressions tightened and they immediately left the courtyard quickly. There was only one thought in these people's minds right now, and that was to stay away from this cold-faced girl.
After everyone left, Yuexi turned around and looked at Mozhi Hexia with his head lowered. His tone was not as serious as before, but more gentle and said: "I have wronged you, Mr. Hexia."
"You are too polite!" Mu Zhihexia raised his head and said with a serious expression: "If you want to handle the affairs of this place well, you must do this, otherwise you will not be able to establish your prestige! There will be no way to attract firepower for the Prime Minister.