"Spring is here!"

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Feng Duhu bowed to the boy in Tsing Yi standing next to the Tu Niu native.

Everyone also came forward and bowed to worship.

After paying your respects, you can return to the city.

It's just worship, not sacrifice.

No need for incense, candles, fruits or anything else, just empty-handed.

Welcoming the Spring Festival is not offering sacrifices to the Spring Festival. Our big men have very strict control over sacrifices. Anyone who dares to perform sacrifices indiscriminately will be thrown into jail.

The natives of Tuniu should be placed here. During the day, the people will come to worship and pray for a good harvest this year.

The green banner was erected at the city gate and was not taken down until the beginning of summer.

After Feng Duhu presided over the Spring Festival Ceremony, he returned to his house. Although the sun had not yet risen, the sky was already slightly bright.

"Alang is back?"

The ladies on the left and right, all with smiles as bright as flowers, took their concubines and children to welcome Feng Duhu into the house.

All major events in the world are based on farming and mulberry trees.

Alang presided over the Spring Festival, which was the first Spring Festival since the Han Dynasty moved its capital to Chang'an. This was an extremely good sign.

Although the Feng family does not have to worry about money and food, who would think that the family has too much food?

"Are you hungry? Sit down quickly and someone will bring breakfast."

Sitting down with the two ladies waiting for him, and looking around, Feng Duhu realized something was wrong:

"Hey, why is there one missing?"

Where is my mistress?

"Don't worry about her. She said she didn't get enough sleep last night. After you left, she went back to sleep and she's not up yet."

As Mrs. Zuo spoke, she glanced at Feng Duhu meaningfully, as if to say:

It seems that Alang is very good recently!

After being husband and wife for more than ten years, they knew what the other person was thinking without saying anything. Feng Duhu panicked and quickly picked up the chopsticks:

"I'm tired in spring and tired in autumn. Is there any wonder? I'm almost hungry. Eat quickly, eat quickly."

After breakfast, Feng Duhu did not go to the official office in front of him. Anyway, he had already completed his official duties today.

The rest is none of his business.

After wandering around for a while, when no one was paying attention, I walked around to Xiao Wu's room and knocked gently on the door.

A somewhat lazy voice came from inside: "Come in."

Pushing the door open, I saw Hua Wan lying on the couch with a sad look on her face.

"What's going on? Are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Duhu sat in front of the couch, asked with concern, and reached out to touch her forehead.

"I don't know what's going on, I just can't get excited."

Huawan pursed her lips, feeling weak.

"Then you shouldn't skip breakfast. Why don't you ask the servants to bring breakfast over and eat some in the room?"

Feng Duhu advised in a gentle voice, "It's good to give your stomach a little cushion, maybe it won't be so uncomfortable."

It's a bit abnormal. Although Xiao Wu is petite, he has always had a good appetite.

Feng Duhu never saw her unable to eat.

Probably due to Feng Duhu's concern, Hua Wan seemed to have some energy, or maybe she didn't want to offend her lover's kindness, so she asked:

"What's for breakfast?"

"There's everything, fried dough sticks, tofu bread..."

Just after saying two names for breakfast, Hua Wan suddenly covered her mouth and stuck her head out to the side of the couch: "Ouch!"

I vomited several times but nothing came out.

Finally, he let out a long breath, turned back, and said to Feng Duhu:

"It's too greasy. Just hearing the name makes me want to vomit. I want to eat something light..."

Feng Duhu looked at her blankly and murmured:

"In addition to light food, would you like to eat something sour? Or something spicy?"

Hearing what Feng Duhu said, Hua Wan felt saliva secreting and nodded:

"When you say that, I suddenly want to eat sour food. Sour food is delicious."

Feng Duhu looked at Patriarch Hua who didn't know what was going on, and his voice became gentler:

"Then you lie down for a while and don't move around. I'll go out and help you make arrangements."

"good."

Walking out slowly, Feng Duhu suddenly quickened his pace and walked to a place where he could not hear in the room: "Here comes someone!"

"Lord?"

"Go, ask the third lady to come over. Also, take my post, go to the college, and ask Dr. Fan to come over immediately."

"Here."

Spring is here, and the seeds sown have begun to germinate.
Chapter completed!