Chapter 342 Action

A Dragon Boat Festival not only enriched the pockets of many ordinary people, but also brought several layers of tax revenue to Songjiang Prefecture, making the entire Songjiang Prefecture prosperous.

Standing at the highest scenic spot in Songjiang Prefecture and looking down, you can see egrets flying, grain fields as green as the sea, and the prosperous Jiangnan region in full view.

Xie Qingyu asked quietly, "We have been in Jiangnan for almost half a month. How many fields have you bought?"

Zhao Lin was in a bad mood and ignored him, turning around and leaving the pagoda.

Xie Qingyu, who had just been so arrogant, immediately turned his face away and stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Lin's arm. His grip was so strong that the veins on his palm were exposed. "You can't buy the land, so you want to push your dissatisfaction on me. What gives you the right?"

Why?

Zhao Lin slowly turned his head and looked at her, warning in his eyes: "It was not easy for me to get the job in the Imperial City Bureau. If you dare to hold me back..."

The fierceness in his eyes made the fierce Xie Qingyu shudder, and he subconsciously loosened his claws, but tightened them again the moment he loosened them, "If it weren't for my aunt speaking for you, would you have gotten this lucrative job?"

Zhao Lin seemed to have heard a joke: "The Queen wants to say something good about your father and your brother, but is she willing?"

After being exposed, Xie Qingyu's face suddenly became ferocious, "Mr. Zhao, if you can trample Zhao Su into the mud, you'll be brave."

Zhao Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the Buddha behind him, "Are you sure you want to say this in front of the Buddha?"

Xie Qingyu narrowed his eyes even more fiercely than Zhao Lin's, "So what? I didn't say to kill them all."

Zhao Lin smiled and turned away again.

Xie Qingyu's eyes turned red from Zhao Shuang's contempt. She was the niece of the Queen. She looked up at the clear sky. One day, she would trample all those who did not take her seriously into the dust.

In the blink of an eye, another half a month passed. It was June, the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. It rained every other day, and people were getting moldy. But Su Ruojin didn't have time to get moldy. June was the time when cotton grew rapidly. If it was not taken care of properly, a whole season's work in the cotton field would be in vain.

Su Ruojin has been following an old cotton farmer specially hired from the south to go to the fields in the countryside. She is either busy draining water, catching insects, removing old leaves, and applying fertilizer. She is really busy all the time.

It was not until the evening, when the rain got really heavy, that she followed the old farmer back from the fields.

Matang Village is Su Ruojin's cotton planting base in Songjiang Prefecture. It used to be a deserted village with few households. After she bought the wasteland in the village, she hired farmers from other places to rent her fields, and then this place became prosperous.

The villagers who were sent from the nearby villages to learn technology said goodbye to them and returned to their own villages.

Su Ruojin returned to the farmhouse in the village. Zhao Lan came over with an umbrella. He handed it to her and took off her raincoat for her. "Be careful not to catch a cold."

She laughed when she was reminded, "Brother, it's June now, how can you catch a cold?"

Zhao Lan deliberately threatened, "According to Ah Jin, no one gets sick from catching a cold in the summer?"

Su Ruojin: ...I was speechless for a moment.

"Okay, Brother Jin is right." She hugged his arm flatteringly, "Brother Jin is so warm."

Zhao Lan: ...Just tell me...I really can’t do anything with her. I reach out and hold her in my arms to warm her up: "Hurry back and take a shower and drink ginger soup."

Half an hour later, Su Ruojin gulped down a large bowl of ginger soup while holding the bowl, "Ah, I feel better."

Zhao Lan thought about not going to the fields himself in the future, but he knew that the young lady liked to run to the fields, as if she felt at ease when she smelled the scent of the soil.

Sitting under the eaves, listening to the sound of rain and looking at the misty countryside, everything was poetic and picturesque, intoxicating. Su Ruojin couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Jin, let's come here to retire when we get old."

"Okay." Zhao Lan also liked sitting and listening to the sound of rain, closing his eyes and enjoying the tranquility.

Shuang Rui muttered, "I heard that the wife of the Prince of Yingnan County has acquired a lot of land."

Su Ruojin, who was enjoying the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, suddenly opened her eyes and asked, "How much did you collect? Where are the farmlands from?"

"I didn't buy the land in Songfu, so I went to Wujiangfu next door and bought at least a thousand acres."

"Zhao Lin is trying to find something to hold against my father. What is his wife trying to do by buying so much land?"

Zhao Lan chuckled, looking relaxed, as if he disdained to talk about this woman.

Shuang Rui saw that his master was in a good mood, so he dared to tell the future mistress, "Prince Yingnan and Zhao Xie are not in harmony. This time when he went to Jiangnan, Prince Yingnan did not bring her with him. She followed him on her own and took this opportunity to collect money."

Su Ruojin looked at Zhao Lan in confusion, "Could it be that Prince Yingnan wanted him to do it because he couldn't hold himself back, so he asked his wife to do it?"

"Shuangrui is right."

Su Ruojin hissed, "She is the queen's niece, is she so short of money?" I heard that daughters of famous families all have generous dowries, so it shouldn't be like this, right?