When a boat appeared in front of his sight on the road leading to Qingshui Town.

Everyone's discussion paused, and everyone stretched their necks and looked over.

Because, at that time, Li was rowing Yang Ruoqing's family's boat and went to the town to pick up the disaster relief officials in person.

Even after a long distance, no one could see clearly who was coming.

I could only vaguely see a white figure standing on the bedside.

However, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were different from ordinary people, both of them could clearly see the person coming.

"Is it a coincidence or what? Then why do the officials who came to provide disaster relief look so much like Mu Zichuan?" Luo Fengtang said in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's not surprising that he is the one. Now that he has won the imperial examination, I heard that he has been appreciated by the officials in the capital."

"In addition, he is a local of ours and is familiar with the terrain and local customs. It is not unusual for him to help with disaster relief."

Yang Ruoqing said calmly.

Luo Fengtang nodded and immediately showed his sincere joy.

"Since he is coming back to provide disaster relief, I don't have to worry. He will definitely do his best," he said.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips.

While the two were talking in low voices, the ship was already approaching.

The welcoming team was excited again.

I only heard Lao Yangtou and Wang Hongquan shouting in surprise: "Isn't that Brother Zichuan from Lao Mu's family? Why did he come back on this boat?"

"Haha, no need to ask, he is the official who came to help us with disaster relief!"

"But, I haven't heard that the emperor gave him any official title?"

"Even if you don't hold an official position, you still have the title of civil servant. You can't tell if you come here to assist in disaster relief!"

"Oh, if that's the case, then we are really saved this time!"

"Even if the Mu boy doesn't feel sorry for us, he still has to feel sorry for his mother, right? His own home was also flooded..."

"Don't say anything, the ship has stopped, let's go and pick them up quickly..."

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang also followed the others to the roadside, standing on the ground that was not flooded by water, waiting quietly and watching.

Watching Li Zheng respectfully invite Mu Zichuan to get off the boat.

Everyone swarmed forward, but when they got close, they all stopped.

Looking up at Muzi River from a few steps away.

The few steps that separate us are not just the distance between our feet.

It is also an insurmountable hierarchical ladder between officials and the people.

After Mu Zichuan got off the boat, his eyes swept around, and then, a touch of sadness and undisguised guilt appeared on his handsome face.

"Folks, I came back late and you have suffered!"

This was the first thing Mu Zichuan said after getting off the boat.

After a brief silence, the crowd was really excited this time.

"Master Juren, it'll be great if you come back!"

"Yes, please make the decision for us. The flooded people have suffered heavy losses..."

Everyone said something to each other, gathered Mu Zichuan in the middle, and walked towards the big yard of Yang Ruoqing's house.

When passing Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, Mu Zichuan didn't seem to see them, and didn't even pause in his steps.

Seeing the crowd rushing towards her house, Yang Ruoqing said to Luo Fengtang beside her: "Let's not talk about this guy's ability in disaster relief and flood control. These words are quite touching everyone's heart!"

Luo Fengtang looked at Mu Zichuan's walking back with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"I also feel that when I go back to control floods, as long as he needs it, I am willing to be at his disposal at any time!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "You are more humble now."

"You have the title of general now, and the Ministry of War has given you the privilege to train the army yourself."

"To be honest, Mu Zichuan's status is lower than yours!"

She said, with unabashed pride and pride in her voice.

"Qing'er, just praise me as hard as you can, and others will laugh at you!" Luo Fengtang scratched his head and said with a smile.

However, Yang Ruoqing disagreed with this and argued with him: "Why, who am I bothering by praising my own man?"

"My man is excellent and outstanding, so I naturally want to praise him. Why should I hide it and tuck him in?"

Sometimes, she couldn't help but laugh when she thought about it.

Why pinch?

Luo Fengtang is a general who holds the power of troops and horses. He is a household name in the south, especially among the people of Licheng.

Thousands of miles away in the Qi court, he was also a young general whose name the emperor could remember.

On the battlefield, it made the Nanmanzi and the traitors of the Black Lotus Sect tremble and flee in fear.

But,

When he returned to Changping Village, the villagers felt the same about him as before.

It was as if he had never left and was still the brave young hunter of the old Luo family.

He is the diligent and filial son-in-law-to-be of the Yang Laosan family.

Elderly people, children, and peers all like to hang out with him now.

He is obviously a general, but everyone calls him "Tang Yazi".

In fact, because of her, he talks more and has more contact with everyone.

Everyone feels more friendly towards him.

Unlike Mu Zichuan, the sense of distance will gradually increase as his official position rises.

"It doesn't matter what others think, in short, I really care about this commoner general in my family!"

Yang Ruoqing thought of the emotional place and couldn't help but reach out and hug Luo Fengtang's arm.

This affectionate and coquettish look, as well as the sincere words of praise, made Luo Fengtang feel like he had drunk honey water.

So sweet, so sweet!

"Qing'er, Tang Yazi, why are you two still outside here? Come on, come on, Mu Zichuan has something to do with you!"

Yang Huaming ran out and waved this way.

Yang Ruoqing responded to Yang Huaming, then turned to Luo Fengtang beside her and said, "If I guess correctly, he should be talking to us about water control."

Luo Fengtang said: "Let's go and have a look!"

The two of them quickly returned to the main room.

In the main room, the main seat of the Eight Immortals Table is empty.

Muzichuan sat in a seat next to the main seat.

The others were all sitting on the long stools on the left and right sides of Mu Zichuan's head very wisely.

Liu family, Bao Suyun and other women were still standing behind the men with their arms in their arms.

A room full of people.

Mu Zichuan, Yang Huazhong and Chang Geng were asking about the disaster situation in the village one by one, estimating the losses and so on...

When Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang stepped into the room, it was Uncle Danniu's turn to speak.

"This season's crops are all rotting in the fields. Our family is doing better. All the pigs have been brought to the Sun family compound."

"Other families in the village had pigs and chickens, and they all drowned..."

"Don't mention exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes this season. I'm afraid everyone will be hungry. Those who have no savings at home are planning to escape."

"It's a pity that the flood has not receded and has flooded the road to the town. Even if you want to escape, you can't escape, hey!"

Uncle Daniu's words resonated with others in the hall.

Everyone sighed.
Chapter completed!