Chang Zihan is nine years old, and she is a big girl who snuggles into her mother's arms.

He Shuiying saw that she was raising it very well.

The Empress was not raised by her side, so He Shuiying dared not look at her too much. But Zihan now possessed the nobility of the palace and the simplicity of Baishi Village.

Chang Zihan misses her mother so much!

Everyone looked at it with mixed feelings. If even Chang Ziyan was schemed against, Chang Zihan might really have no chance of survival if it happened again.

She was clearly an honest girl, yet she was forced to hide in the palace. Fortunately, the palace was willing to protect her.

He Shuiying wondered why she was carrying so many things.

Chang Zihan smiled and said, "Some were given by Consort Zhaorong, some by the two princesses, and Consort Xing also gave some."

He Shuiying looked at the cloth and toys; although they couldn't be described as expensive, they were still very good, and everyone gave Lady Huan face.

Otherwise, even if He Shuiying were Lady Anle, how many people would care about a village woman? They would all feel a great sense of superiority over her.

Yu Yan joked with the Empress, "Isn't Auntie a third-rank Lady Anle? Everyone in the surrounding villages wants to invite her for any happy occasion, so it must be a very joyous occasion!"

He Shuiying replied aloofly, "I'm busy."

Huan Yue remained silent.

Jing Wei was speechless: "It's one thing for ordinary people to want to take advantage of someone. But for a gentryman to bring things worth hundreds of taels of silver and demand that Madam Anle be dressed in full regalia."

Huan Yue asked, "Are we going to see the monkeys?"

He Shuiying nodded: "That's roughly the idea. But my mother-in-law died tragically, and my family is awful. What is there for me to be happy about?"

Yu Yan sneered: "Those with thin skin can be forgiven. But those with thick skin, just say that your aunt has given birth to a good daughter, and this is the first time she has been granted the title of Lady Anle. Isn't this a good deed? Inviting her to a banquet is nothing more than that."

Deng Fang became annoyed: "He insisted on inviting me for drinks. I said I was busy, but he kept pestering me."

Huan Yue said, "Isn't winter the season with the most happy events?"

Jing Wei nodded with a smile: "The schedule is packed for a whole winter. They were especially disappointed when they learned we were coming to Sheng'an."

Yu Yan said, "It's easier to deal with people from the surrounding villages, since our family is powerful. But those from the city are the most difficult to deal with."

Yu Yan didn't live in Baishi Village, but she probably knew about it.

He Shuiying didn't want to mention it.

Jing Wei told the Empress, "There was a lady who dragged her daughter along, insisting on recognizing her as a godmother."

Yu Yan scoffed: "To be the Empress's adopted sister? You've got too much nerve!"

Huan Yue asked, "Anyone want to be my godmother?"

He Shuiying said, "Yes. There was an old lady surnamed He who had a connection with me that lasted eight hundred years. I told her that my birth mother's surname was Pan. She said, 'Oh, what a coincidence,' and that she would teach me well. So I asked her how to plant sweet potatoes in winter?"

Chang Zhuan's mother said, "Later, we took knives and killed them."

Huan Yue asked, "Is 'The Tale of the White Stone' finished yet?"

Jing Wei said, "It's not exciting enough."

Huan Yue nodded, no rush.

He Shuiying sighed, "Some people are just shameless; there's nothing new about them."

Chang Zhuan said excitedly, "When a Confucian scholar came earlier, it was quite interesting."

Huan Yue wanted to hear gossip.

Chang Zhuan told the Empress: "That scholar first came to find fault. We should learn from his good points. I can't do it, but Yu Jie can."

Yu Jie sat quietly to one side, looking somewhat like Yu Hui.

Chang Zhuan said, "Our teacher was also good at it. So we studied together and picked each other out. In the end, the scholar ran away."

Huan Yue said, "Why run? There's plenty of food and drink in Baishi Village."

Chang Zhuan laughed loudly: "He has food and drink, but he's afraid of losing face!"

Huan Yue said, "What's the use of this false face? He can't face the fact that Baishi Village is different from what he thought. It's one thing to realize it, it's another to face it, but it would be best if he stayed and helped Baishi Village to do better."

Jing Wei said, "Baishi Village is still too small and lacks a foundation. Yu Jie is good at studying, but he's still too young. Chang Dalang only started working hard later on."

Huan Yue said, "There's no rush; accumulation takes time."

Chang Ziyan nodded: "Our Baishi Village will get better and better."

Chang Zhuan exclaimed excitedly, "Will scholars and farmers all stay in Baishi Village then?"

Huan Yue said, "You need to have enough self-confidence and learn from others."

Chang Zhuan said earnestly, "Many people come to Baishi Village, but few are truly able to learn anything."

Jing Wei said, "Some people come to see something novel, while others are looking for an opportunity."

Currently, there's not much to discuss with Baishi Village.

The land in Baishi Village is not cultivated well by the villagers themselves.

He Shuiying frowned: "Recently, it seems that some people have been going to Baishi Village to worship the Goddess, praying for children."

Huan Yue said, "I don't care about this."

He Shuiying nodded, but some of them were just incomprehensible.

He became obsessed with his son.

Even though Yu Yan is the Empress's cousin, it seems like she can't hold her head up high without a son.

Huan Yue emphasized: "Women should never look down on other women. There are many women who are more capable than men. I don't think those scoundrels are of any use whatsoever."

Yu Yan nodded: "What kind of lineage does someone like Zhai Dafu need to pass on?"

Huan Yue said, "To be honest, I want to cripple him."

Yu Yan gritted her teeth.

Although she wasn't specifically ordered to do it, she understood the Empress's meaning.

Huan Yue said, "Since you have given birth to a daughter, you should accept your fate and cherish her. Only then will you be blessed."

Another village woman nodded: "They don't raise their daughters properly, but they spoil their sons until they become fools."

Huan Yue summed it up in two words: "Idiot!"

Jing Wei said, "We can't be so ignorant, or life will never be good."

Zichen Palace.

Chang Shuigen carefully held his grandson.

The child looked at his maternal grandfather and seemed quite pleased.

Although Chang Shuigen used incense, not out of affectation but to follow local customs, he still carried the scent of earth and crops.

The child is drooling.

Chang Shuigen carefully dried him off; the child was so well-behaved.

Chang Zihe, come and give me a hug. This grandson of the emperor is truly extraordinary. Chang Zihe needs to work harder and not hold anyone back.

The child thinks his uncle is nice, and it's quite comfortable to hold him.

Chang Rui reported to the sage: "It doesn't matter that our village has just started to study. Those who want to come to our village will have a competition every now and then. For example, when inviting Uncle Fumin to a banquet, we will have him recite the Great Law of Zhao at the village entrance."

I found it amusing today.

Chang Rui said, "It doesn't count if you ask your descendants to recite it; there are many young people who want to learn it."

Chang Rui and the sage said, "We also have to memorize the Great Zhao Law. Zhai Minglan is only six years old, but she knows it by heart. There are fewer than three boys in the village who can match her."

Today, the question is asked: "Is Miss Chang's cousin's niece?"

Chang Rui nodded: "Zihan is no longer in the village. Zhai Minglan is wilder than her, but fortunately she is still filial and sensible."

Today, the question is asked: "What are your thoughts on this year's bumper harvest?"

Chang Rui replied, "The Empress has reminded us that agriculture depends on the weather. The better the harvest, the less we should waste food. If there is a poor harvest, no one will go hungry. We stipulate that we should store up grain and brew less wine. Some people think that the rice in Baishi Village is good, so the wine brewed from it must be very good. I say that no matter how good the wine is, it won't fill you up. I often walk around the village, and anyone who dares to brew wine or drink excessively will be punished."

He nodded in agreement.

There are probably quite a few people who want to use the grains from Baishi Village to brew wine.

The price of grain in Baishi Village keeps rising due to speculation.