Dressed as a farmer's little blessing, the road to escape the deserted

Everyone was no longer worried, they dispersed one after another, and continued to be busy.

Chop firewood, fetch water, help with cooking, and arrange patrols soon after midnight.

Jiayin sniffed in front of Young Master Ye like a puppy.

Mrs. Li thought she was naughty, so she wanted to hug her.

Unexpectedly, Jiayin's expression changed, "Uncle Ye is injured!"

Everyone in the Li family was nearby, and they gathered immediately when they heard this.

"Young Master Ye, are you injured? Why didn't you say anything, did you come here in a hurry?"

Mr. Ye quickly shook his head, "Yesterday, I met a group of barbarians and cut a gash on my back. I have already taken medicine. It is estimated that I broke away from the horse racing today. It is not a problem."

Li's family refused, and Li Laosan and Jiahuan immediately dragged him into the shack.

Sure enough, the wound on Young Master Ye's back was half a foot long, so it wasn't a small wound.

A soldier came over with medicine for the wound, and everyone helped to reapply the medicine and bandage it up, and they pressed Mr. Ye to rest in the hut, and then went to make some delicious food for him.

Mr. Ye thought for a while, then sent the two personal guards to go to the other side of the hill, and called over the hundred guards who were temporarily staying overnight.

The villagers were surprised and distressed when they saw that the hundred guards were more or less bloody.

While complaining that Mr. Ye was too outsider, they all mobilized to boil hot water for these guards to scrub the blood, wash their faces and feet, and keep them clean and warm anyway.

The women are even more busy without touching the ground, and have to prepare meals for 100 more people.

Not to mention that Mr. Ye is the great benefactor of the whole village, but only to say that these personal guards are heroes who killed barbarians, so they deserve to be treated with all their money.

The soldiers were not too polite, they had been coveting the hot spring for a long time, and now they wanted to jump in and take a bath to wash away the dust and blood all over their bodies.

So I asked, can I clean up aggressively.

The villagers were stunned when they heard this, and in the end they wished they could slap themselves on the head twice.

What kind of water are they still busy boiling? Isn't there a ready-made hot spring here?

It's a pity that they have never seen it before. As long as they use hot water, they want to burn it. They don't even remember that there is a hot spring...

Soon, the pool under the small waterfall was simply surrounded, and the soldiers jumped down like dumplings, bathing, laughing, and so lively that they almost overturned the valley.

The villagers listened from a distance, busy, and grinned along with them.

In the Li family's shack, Mr. Ye hugged Jiayin and whispered.

Seeing no one around, Jiayin carefully took out a tablet and motioned Mr. Ye to take it.

Young Master Ye smiled, without hesitation, he threw it into his mouth.

When leaving Li's house, the bottle of pills that Jiayin secretly stuffed into him was gone.

When the soldiers were seriously injured or had a high fever, he would secretly feed them a piece.

In the end, there were only a few pills left, and they were all used up the night I rescued the villagers at the pier.

Jiayin quickly poured water for him again. She didn't dare to use the mugs and glasses in the space, but only used porcelain bowls, which were not eye-catching.

In the end, after thinking about it, she picked a fruit and stuffed it to Mr. Ye to get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth.

Sure enough, Mr. Ye didn't ask a word, and gave half to Jiayin, one big and one small, hiding in the shack like hamsters and stealing food, inexplicably funny and extremely happy in his heart.

Jiayin pointed outside. In the night, the two hills were bare and dark.

She lay beside Ye Gongzi's ear and whispered, "Uncle Ye, I want to grow fruit on the mountain."

plant fruit?

Ye Gongzi chewed the fruit pits in his hand and swallowed them, he also thought this idea was good.

If it is the kind of fruit that is only eaten after planting, then it must not worry about selling it.

"Okay, do you need my help?"

Jiayin immediately smiled and hugged his neck, "I'm looking for fruit trees, uncle will bring them back."

Ye Gongzi understood, smiled and nodded her little nose, "Ghost, I understand. Tomorrow I will ask Ye Shan and Dongmei to come over. Even if I am not here, you can order them to help. When outsiders see it, they will naturally think it is my arrangement." .”

Jiayin was so happy that she immediately hugged him and kissed him again and again, "Uncle is the best! This is our secret, we must not tell anyone."

"Don't worry," Ye Gongzi put his arms around the little fat girl and sighed softly, "You saved my uncle's life, so you can trust me."

Jiayin didn't speak, but she suddenly felt a little sour and felt wronged.

A little child, pregnant with a huge treasure, and her family is such an ordinary farmer, she has to be careful no matter what she does, weighing left and right, for fear of causing trouble for herself and the family.

But she is also the soul of the modern age. She has cultivated for many years that everyone is equal, life is precious, and being kind to others, etc., are simply engraved in her bones.

Every time she sees her family and villagers suffering from hunger, and she can't get out so much food and supplies in the space, she feels extremely guilty in her heart.

The conflict between the two sides often made her entangled, and no one knew how much suffering she had gone through.

Ye Gongzi felt the faint sadness around her, didn't speak, just patted her lightly, again and again...

Soon, dinner was ready, and the soldiers were all washed clean and cheerful, sitting by the campfire, drinking a large bowl of pimple soup.

It is said to be pimple soup, but in fact, most of the bowl is cabbage and radish. There are not many pimples, but the taste is very good.

Drinking a bowl so hot, and then toasting and eating the pancakes they brought, it feels so comfortable in the stomach.

In the Li family shack, the old lady and Li Laosan were also eating with Mr. Ye.

Mr. Ye transferred all the small pieces of gnocchi in the bowl to Jiayin, and said to Mrs. Li when he looked up.

"Auntie, I heard that it costs 1000 taels of silver to build a hot spring village?"

Mrs. Li nodded, "Yes, Mr. Wen asked a senior official from the Ministry of Industry to show him, and he said that it would cost at least 1000 taels. Every family in the village can make up more than 200 taels, and our family also has 100 taels, but Still not enough."

Mr. Ye said, "Auntie, I will pay for the rest of the money. But the money is lent to our family, not to the village. If we make money in the future, our family can return it to me, but the dividends of the villa are still the same. It belongs to our family. In this way, it can be said to be my property to the outside world, and no one will come to snatch it."

After all, he was probably worried that the old lady and Li Laosan would not believe that he could protect the villa, so he added in a low voice, "The current emperor is my cousin."

Mrs. Li and Mrs. Li gasped in shock. They had guessed that Mr. Ye's identity was unusual, but they never expected that he would be related to the emperor!

On the other hand, Jiayin was so happy that she wanted to dance her arms and legs. She was so lucky that she hugged such a thick golden thigh!

Mrs. Li waited for a long time before she calmed down, "No, Mr. Ye, after you take the capital, you will definitely pay dividends in the future. If it is inconvenient for you, our family can take care of it for you, and you can just collect the money."

Mr. Ye shook his head and said with a smile, "Auntie, I'm not short of this bonus. If your family doesn't want to accept it, you can save the money and keep it as a dowry for Fu Niu in the future. This child is very close to me, and I will treat it as a gift." She's like a daughter."