Cheng Xi found a few grooved wooden boards and sprinkled a layer of fertile red soil on them to serve as petri dishes.
Shen Xingluo picked out a pile of high-quality potato pieces in the space and began to raise seedlings.
The iron stove in the north room is burning vigorously, and the room temperature is maintained at 25 degrees, which is suitable for germination.
Just as the two were reading and focusing on farming, a crisp sound came from the yard, and then they heard Shen Xingqi sigh.
Cheng Xi inside the room also sighed.
"Should we not give her the genetic modification fluid?"
Look, in just two days, the little lady has turned into King Kong Barbie.
There was not enough wood in the yard for her to build.
Chen Xingluo glanced at her and said, "I remember Madam said that it is best for a woman to have some skill in her body, so that she will not suffer any disadvantage when marrying into her husband's family."
"That being said, I also like the ladylike spirit in Xingqi."
It's a sweet burden.
On the one hand, she really hopes that her children will be able to protect themselves. If things go wrong when they get married, they can beat their husbands to vent their anger. But on the other hand, she also really likes girls who are well-educated, gentle, and virtuous.
"Then it depends on how Madam teaches you."
Chen Xingluo felt that Cheng Xi was overly worried, even to the point of being cautious.
According to him, Shen Xingqi can definitely achieve both.
"Is Xingluo at home? Hey, what's going on...Xingqi?"
A familiar voice came from outside the yard. The two looked at each other and stood up to walk out. They saw Shen Manyun and Shen Xingqi looking at each other with two broken pieces of wood.
"Uncle Mantun, please come in first."
Shen Manyun's surprise lasted only a moment. After all, no matter how big his mind was, he would never have thought that his little niece could break a thick piece of wood with just one click.
On the contrary, Shen Xingqi avoided the other party's sight with extremely guilty conscience.
But the other party obviously had something more important to say, and his attention immediately moved away from the wood.
"Xing Luo, I'm here to give you some money."
As Shen Mancun walked inside, he took out a heavy purse with a lot of broken silver stuffed in it.
"This morning Lian Hu took the skins dried in the ancestral hall to Lin'an Fucheng, found a good buyer, and sold them all!"
"That's a good thing. Do you know which grocery store it was sold to?"
"From the Qin family, I heard that the young master of the Qin family personally received them."
Shen Manyun drank a large glass of water, maybe because he got the money, he felt very happy.
"By the way, I have already negotiated with the people in Dahe Village next door. There are more than a dozen families in their village who want to sell their fields..."
The escort team hunted a lot of game from Shennong Mountain, and after selling all the wolf skins, every household received money, enough for each household to buy four or five acres of thin farmland.
Although four or five acres is a bit small, it is already rich enough for the villagers of Shenjia Village.
These fields can not only harvest crops every year, but can also be left to sons and grandsons in the future, which can be regarded as an inheritance.
You must know that in ancient times, few people could earn a family fortune.
"On behalf of the villagers, I want to say thank you. This snowstorm is thanks to you!"
Shen Manyun was grateful to Shen Xingluo from the bottom of his heart. Who would have thought that in the past six months, they would not only have everything done, but also make a fortune.
I can’t even think about it!
"They are all members of the Shen clan, as they should be."
Chen Xingluo looked indifferent and filled his teacup, "There is one more thing I have to trouble Uncle Mantun."
"Just say it."
"I want to buy some wild land."
"......What?!"
Shen Mantun was stunned, "Didn't you just ask for ten acres of fertile land? Why do you still want wasteland?"
Moreover, it is difficult to produce any output from this wasteland in the first few years. Why buy it?
"There is a food shortage in many places this year, especially in the north. Firstly, the wasteland can be used to grow more food. Secondly, there is no need to pay taxes for the first three years. It is more suitable."
That's the truth.
Shen Mantun always felt that something was not right, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was very reasonable.
"Well, since you have spare money, you should buy some property. Is there any promising wasteland?"
"have."
Chen Xingluo raised his eyes and said, "At the foot of Shennong Mountain, from Shenjia Village to Dahe Village."
"!"
Lin'an Mansion, prison.
"Sir, what does the fifth prince mean? He wants to keep us locked up?"
"No, his hands aren't that long yet."
"But now three days have passed, why haven't they been released yet?"
"Don't worry, it won't be long..."
Zhou Lesong narrowed his eyes to hide the shrewdness in his eyes.
When Mrs. Zhou, who was originally graceful and elegant, saw that he stopped talking, the bad premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger, and an unprecedented panic arose.
The magistrate's prison was dark and humid, and it was early spring after a snowstorm, and the temperature was frighteningly low.
More than 30 members of the Zhou family were huddled together and shivering from the cold. It only took one day for them to go from being arrogant at first to being sluggish now.
In the past two days, at first there were people shouting hysterically, but the soldiers guarding the prison didn't react as if they couldn't hear them, which gave everyone a lot of peace of mind.
The men of the Zhou family were sitting on the haystack and had long since lost their usual demeanor. The younger ones were even crying in their aunt's arms, which made Zhou Lesong look even more ugly.
The handsome face of Zhou Xuzhi, the eldest son of the Zhou family, is now full of gloom.
"Dad, is it true that the fifth prince colluded with bandits to kill court officials?"
Zhou Lesong glared at him sternly, "Of course it's fake. What, you hope it's true?"
"of course not."
"Then shut up and decide for yourself what you should say and what shouldn't be said."
"..." But he doubted it was true.
Zhou Xuzhi opened his mouth to ask something, glanced at Zhou Lesong and finally changed the subject.
"Dad, haven't you received a letter from Jingzhong yet?"
"..."
This time, Zhou Lesong's eyes turned gloomy. He raised his eyes slightly and scanned the dozens of people in the Zhou family one by one.
Outside the prison, two people sitting in the magistrate's back office were also discussing marriage.
"Zhou Lesong is the prefect of Lin'an. Even if he commits a major crime, he should be escorted back to the capital and handed over to the Ministry of Punishment."
Mr. Jiang looked at the man opposite, "Are you sure you want to interrogate him personally?"
"I'm afraid the Prime Minister will have the final say when we escort him to the capital."
"Aren't you afraid of making the Holy One angry?"
"He is just a prefect, and my father's anger will only be temporary."
"I'm afraid there will be a lot of ginseng for you in the court then."
Fu Cheng twitched his lips and said, "Teacher, don't worry, I won't care about those civil servants who only care about you."
"You——"
Mr. Jiang shook his head and laughed, "There are many civil servants in the court, so you should consider making friends with them."
"My father attaches great importance to the imperial examinations, but those students soon became officials and did not get down to business. Instead, they learned to adapt to the changing circumstances. What else could they do besides gossiping?"
[In view of the general environment,
"makes sense."
Mr. Jiang sighed, "I think last year's Qiu Wei's Jieyuan was good, brave and resourceful, what do you think?"
Fu Cheng thought of Shen Xingluo, his expression darkened and thoughtful.
"This man is indeed a talent."
