It was late at night, but the lights were still on in the boudoir of Yan Mansion's Yan Xiaolou.

Yan Xiaolou carefully put away the big red marriage certificate, but she sat at the desk and stared at the night in a daze.

Looking back on the past, she met him in A Dream of Red Mansions, and she seemed to see him in that book.

Nature is elegant and graceful.

Then, with the song "Water Melody" by Lan Tingji on the Mid-Autumn Night, that person became even more majestic in his heart.

What kind of person can write such a book and such words?

The young girl's heart, just beginning to fall in love, was thus hung on him.

Then he came to Shangjing and finally met him. He was indeed handsome and full of knowledge.

He was drinking in Sifang Tower and composed "Lang Tao Sha, Drinking to the East Wind". That was the first time she witnessed him compose a poem in five steps, and it was also the first time she knew clearly that he was the man she wanted to marry.

Then we gradually became familiar with each other, and then he became distant from me.

Yan Xiaolou laughed and thought that he should thank those bandits from the Lantern Festival. If they hadn't blocked that sword for him, he probably still wouldn't agree to him.

It is said that those bandits are still imprisoned in the prison of Jinling government office. I have to bring some food to visit them tomorrow.

Now that the matter has been settled, she feels at ease. However, she also thinks that he has gone to Wu Dynasty and she doesn't know when he will return. She can't help feeling a little melancholy and feels that time seems to be passing too slowly.

This is the first day since he left Shangjing!

In the distant Guanyun City, the capital of the Wu Dynasty, although the night is dark, the starry sky is bright.

Wu Linger stood alone on the Guanyun Terrace, looking heroic and valiant.

Those starry eyes looked at the starry sky, thinking that he should set off.

I thought to myself, tomorrow I will take my female army and leave Guanyun City and go to the Qishan Corridor to meet him!

Yan'er said that he already had two beauties, but she didn't care.

I thought to myself, with my beauty and abilities, how could I not be able to compete with those women named Dong Shulan and Yu Wenjun?

Then she thought about what Yan'er had said in the letter. He didn't seem to value beauty, but emotions—there's no cat in the world that doesn't like fish! Wu Ling'er naturally didn't believe it.

She smiled, and the starry sky suddenly lost its luster.

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It is impossible to count how many women in the world admire Fu Xiaoguan's talent.

Of course, Fu Xiaoguan had never thought about this question.

The convoy continued on its journey without any accidents.

Fu Xiaoguan occasionally went to chat with Su Mo and comfort Su Mo's wounded heart.

Occasionally he would ride with Su Jue to discuss something, but he spent more time in the princess's carriage.

The car is comfortable to sit in, and there are two beauties accompanying me. Naturally, I feel happy. Occasionally, I move my hands and feet, and it is a spring scene.

At noon ten days later.

The convoy stopped in the mountains.

The soldiers set up pots and cooked, and the students got off the carriages and stretched their stiff bodies.

Fu Xiaoguan took the two girls to a field.

There is no snow in the fields, but a sea of ​​light yellow, which is the result of the growth of winter wheat.

An old farmer was squatting by the field at this moment. He heard the noisy noise coming from the official road. Turning around, he saw Fu Xiaoguan and his companions approaching.

He was a little panicked and stood up quickly, thinking that maybe the landlord was going to re-determine the rent and taxes for this year?

I heard that there was a war in the east and the country has to increase taxes. Oh...how are we going to live?

Fu Xiaoguan waved to the old farmer with a smile on his face. The old farmer knocked the pipe in his hand under his straw sandals and put it on his waist. Thinking that these people were dressed so gorgeously, they might be officials from the city. He was about to kneel down to salute, but was grabbed by Fu Xiaoguan.

"Old man, please don't make us suffer."

Yu Wenjun, Dong Shulan and other people who were familiar with Fu Xiaoguan were not surprised by this, but Qin Wenzhe, Shangguan Miao and others were surprised.

They didn't understand why Fu Xiaoguan came to the field, but just out of curiosity, they followed him.

In their minds, it was natural for such a clay pole to kowtow to them, but at this moment, Fu Xiaoguan taught them a different lesson!

Fu Xiaoguan supported the frightened old man with one hand and pointed at the large field with the other hand, and asked softly, "Are all these crops yours?"

The old man quickly said, "Sir, this is what my family planted."

"How many people are there in your family? How much land do you cultivate?"

Perhaps because Fu Xiaoguan looked so kind and spoke so softly, the old farmer looked at him nervously, then relaxed a little and said, "I have a family of six and ten acres of land, including more than thirty acres of farmland."

"After paying taxes and rent, is there enough to eat? Is there any money left?"

"This..." The old man was quite confused. He didn't know the identity of this group of people. He was silent for a while and nodded.

That's not enough. Fu Xiaoguan frowned slightly, thinking that the villagers in the lower village have enough food to eat from growing so many fields. Could it be that the taxes and rents in this place are higher?

He didn't ask in detail because the old man wouldn't dare to say anything even if he did.

He squatted on the edge of the field and reached out to touch the wheat seedlings. "Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, old man. The wheat harvest should be better this year."

The old farmer also squatted by the field, a smile on his face. "What you said is not wrong, sir, but it depends on the weather in April and May. If the heavens are kind when the ears emerge, this year's harvest will be 10% to 20% higher than last year's."

"I think the wheat seedlings in this nest are a little too dense."

"The seeds my grandson threw out are indeed quite dense. I was just thinking that after ten days or so, I need to even out some of them."

An old man and a young boy squatted by the field, pointing and talking about crops. Qin Wenzhe, Shangguan Miao and others immediately looked at Fu Xiaoguan with admiration!

This is the young man who wrote the story of the young man from the Yu Dynasty!

He actually knows about farming!

It sounds very logical and profound. Could it be that this guy also studied farming when he was a small landlord in Linjiang?

Xue Pinggui was responsible for Fu Xiaoguan's safety, so he stood behind Fu Xiaoguan. At this moment, his eyes were on Fu Xiaoguan's back. He thought to himself that this man was indeed different from others, no wonder General Huo valued him so much.

"This land was a little rough when it was plowed, and the clods of earth are too big. If it can be broken down a little more, the wheat seedlings will grow better."

"Another thing is the edge of the field. Look, the wheat seedlings near the edge are obviously growing worse than those in the middle. Firstly, the soil at the edge is a little thinner, and secondly, the weeds on the edge have roots that extend into it. It's better if there aren't any trees here. If there were, their roots would even penetrate several meters into the field. They would absorb nutrients from the wheat seedlings, and the wheat seedlings have shorter roots, so they can't compete with the weeds. So, if we can dig a trench at the edge of the field—not too deep, just enough to block the roots of the weeds—then the wheat seedlings on the edge will grow better."

Fu Xiaoguan's words immediately surprised the old farmer. He knew about these farm matters, but due to limited manpower, he couldn't do them so carefully.

But for this group of students, these words are even more awkward than theology.

So the students looked at each other in shock, thinking, is this what the book calls erudition?