Although Liu Cong didn't sleep well all night, he was in a good mood because through this inspection, he found a way to solve the difficulties in farming. So just after breakfast, Liu Cong took Liang Zhuer and Fatty Lai to Xinye.

After returning to Xinye, he entered the yamen. After entering the yamen, he told Huang Zhong, Pang Tong, Xu Shu, Zhoucang and other officials: "Tomorrow is the New Year, and the general staff will have three days off. We have important matters to deal with, so we will go to work as usual." Everyone agreed.

So Liu Cong asked Pang Tong and Xu Shu to handle two things as soon as possible, one is the "Tuntian Order", and the other is the "Tuntian Work Detailed Rules", "You two wrote the draft overnight. Tomorrow, we will discuss and formulate it in the Yamen."

Early the next morning, the sun had already climbed over the eastern hills, coating the peaks outside Xinye City with a layer of orange. People in Xinye City had already gone out for activities, and the last day of the ninth year of Jian'an had just begun.

At this time, Liu Cong was walking on the way to the Yamen. He didn't bother to look at the street scene on the roadside. He just lowered his head and thought about his thoughts as he walked.

No matter what happened to Liu Cong, if the matter was not arranged well, he would definitely concentrate on handling the matter and never think about anything else.

Logically speaking, if this young man leaves three beauties at home and goes to the Hejiazhuang area of ​​Heishitun, Zaoyang County to inspect the farming affairs, and stays there for four or five days, he will usually look for these three beauties when he comes back like a hungry tiger.

A beauty's trouble.

However, Liu Cong kept discussing the farming matter in the Yamen and did not return home until dark.

As soon as Liu Cong returned home, he was so excited that he didn't know how to serve the three beauties. They gathered around to greet them, and then they poured water, made tea, and went to the kitchen to cook.

After Liu Cong was so busy and drunk, everyone stood next to Liu Cong, waiting for Liu Cong to speak, and prepared to wait on him to sleep.

Liu Cong, on the other hand, was indifferent. He was as cold as a piece of ice since he came back. When he sat down to drink tea after dinner, he still didn't say a complete sentence. He just answered the three beauties' greetings and thought about the farming affairs.

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These three beauties knew each other well, and when they saw Liu Cong acting like this, they knew not to offend him, so they all served him carefully.

Seeing that it was the second watch and the charcoal fire in the brazier was almost extinguished, Pang Zihui came forward and asked softly: "It's late at night. Master has been working hard for days. Why don't you lie down and rest early?"

Pang Zihui's voice was sweet and calm, which Liu Cong always liked to hear, but that night Liu Cong had no intention of liking it. After hearing Pang Zihui speak like this, he pushed away a volume of paperwork on the case, turned around and said, "Make the bed for me.

If you have something to do, you have to sleep by yourself tonight. You all go to bed, it’s none of your business.”

Pang Zihui didn't say anything after hearing this, and quietly walked out, got back some charcoal, and was about to put it into the brazier.

Lu Rong and Liang Yu came over to help, talking casually while they were busy. One said, it's late at night, it's time for the master to rest, and there is no need to burn charcoal anymore. The other said, "Ask the master how long to stay up late, can you put out less charcoal?"

Liu Cong was upset and said in a muffled voice: "Light up the charcoal fire, and you all go to bed. I have something to do here!"

With just this instruction, the three beauties shut their mouths, adjusted the charcoal fire, and no one dared to speak, and retreated to the side room to arrange beds.

At this time, Liu Cong was carefully reading Cao Cao's "Tuntian Order" and did not consider the feelings of these three beauties at all. He kept thinking about the matter until after the third watch, then fell down on the bunk and lay down in undressed clothes, and slept for two shifts

, he got up and urged them to wash and eat.

No, Liu Cong didn't even say a word to the three beauties after breakfast. He went out to greet Fatty Lai, the pillar of support, as he walked towards the Yamen.

At this time, Liu Cong was walking on the streets of Xinye City. He looked at the passers-by who were busy walking near and far, their clothes were a little brighter, and the shops on both sides of the street were neatly tidied up. Liu Cong felt a little strange, so he turned around and asked Liang Zhuer: "Zhu."

Son, why do I feel a little different when I look at Xinye City today? It’s a lot cleaner."

"Second Master." Liang Zhuer caught up and said, "Today is the New Year, have you forgotten? So every household has been tidied up."

"Grass!" Liu Cong said to himself: "New Year, New Year? Well, it's really rare. How could I forget it? New Year, how come I don't have any impression at all?"

When Liu Cong thought of this, he suddenly realized: "Oh my god. Hahaha, this is the first Spring Festival that I have traveled to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Rare, rare."

Liu Cong thought of this, stood up and looked around, and saw that although every door in Xinye City was clean, there was no sign of celebrating the New Year. "Is this the Spring Festival?" Liu Cong said to himself.

Asked, when I asked this, I remembered the Spring Festival before time travel, "What was it like? As soon as I entered the twelfth lunar month gate, I was looking forward to the Spring Festival, especially when I was a child, I had expectations for the Spring Festival, haha, that's really it."

Liu Cong recalled the atmosphere of the Spring Festival at that time. Every family posted couplets, hung red lanterns, slaughtered pigs and sheep, and bought new year's goods. The air was filled with the strong aroma of wine and meat.

Ever since the Chinese New Year, the sound of firecrackers has been heard from time to time on the streets, set off by children who are anxiously looking forward to the arrival of the New Year. On the Spring Festival day, the sound of firecrackers has been going on since dawn, and both adults and children are wearing new clothes and going out.

Those who went in were busy. There was a festive atmosphere in and outside the village.

Liu Cong thought of this, and when he looked at Xinye City again, he asked himself: "Is this the New Year? Why don't you hear a firecracker? Where is there a couplet on the door of every house?"

When Liu Cong thought of this, he turned around and asked Liang Zhuer: "Is this the Chinese New Year? Why doesn't it look like it?"

Liang Zhuer looked at Liu Cong in confusion and asked: "Second Master, is there anything else that looks like during the New Year? What does it look like?"

Liu Cong still didn't react and asked again: "What year AD is this?"

Liang Zhuer didn't understand, and asked: "Second Master, what did you say?" Liu Cong woke up again and said to himself: "Yes, it is 204, the Spring Festival of the ninth year of Jian'an. Well, at this time, I have not paid attention to the celebration.

It’s the New Year. With years of war, how can you think about celebrating the New Year?”

When Liu Cong thought of this, his thoughts went back to before the time travel, and he thought of his parents: "The old couple, well, I'm not here, how does it feel to celebrate the New Year? Oh, mom. I miss you. You must not know that I

It’s time to travel through time.”

When Liu Cong thought of this, he felt his eye circles were hot and his nose was sore, and he thought: "It took a lot of effort to get me to this old age, and I'm going to college, but I didn't expect that I would disappear in the blink of an eye. How can he and his wife not miss and suffer?"

Liu Cong felt tears streaming down his face when he thought of this. He was afraid that Liang Zhu'er and the others would see him, so he quickly raised his hands to wipe away his tears. Liang Zhu'er saw him from behind and asked, "Second Master, what's the matter with you? Are you crying in the wind?"

Liu Cong secretly cursed: "Fuck! I miss home. I miss my parents. Your mother said that I shed tears in the wind. Do you think I have trachoma?" He didn't say anything when he thought of this, and continued to think: "Now that I have traveled through time, There’s definitely no way to go back. There’s no need to be sad, it’s useless to be sad. You can’t rely on anyone but your own unyielding spirit and soaring domineering spirit!”

Liu Cong thought of this and told Liang Zhuer, Fatty Lai: "Let's go to the Yamen!" After saying that, he held his head high and walked in front.

Liang Zhuer and Fatty Lai are like two children, they can only keep up with Liu Cong by running at a trot.011

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