Chapter 250 Sprouting
Huo Lin held Jiang Huan in his arms, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.
Just then, Xiao Zhao's voice, though deliberately lowered, could not hide her excitement, came from outside the hall.
"Your Majesty! Seedlings have sprouted in the fields!"
"What? It's sprouted?"
Jiang Huan's eyes snapped open, and Huo Lin, who was next to her, instantly lost interest. He threw off the covers and was about to get out of bed.
"Hey! My shoes!"
Huo Lin reacted quickly, grabbing her arm and offering a helpless reminder.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Huan hurriedly slipped on her shoes, straightened her loose clothes, and rushed out.
"Wait!" Huo Lin reached out to grab her. "It's still raining outside..."
"Oh, it's nothing." Jiang Huan didn't turn her head, her voice cheerful, "The seedlings grow even better after the rain."
Before he finished speaking, he had already been swept out of the inner hall like a gust of wind.
Huo Lin's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his arms suddenly feeling empty, with only a faint fragrance remaining.
He looked at the empty bed, feeling wronged like a young wife who had been abandoned.
"Am I...I'm not even as important as a seedling?"
She was so happy she almost jumped for joy. Could this seedling grow into gold?
I must go and see for myself.
Huo Lin resignedly got up and walked towards the experimental field.
The rain was fine and dense, falling on the bluestone slabs and splashing up tiny water droplets.
Jiang Huan didn't even open her umbrella; she rushed straight to the edge of the field and squatted down.
In the soft soil, a few tender green shoots timidly peeked out, looking especially fresh and lovely in the drizzle.
"You are my baby, you are my baby too..."
Jiang Huan gasped in surprise, completely unaware that the rain had soaked her hair.
Her fingers poked and prodded among the seedlings, her face beaming with the joy of an old farmer.
Unexpectedly, He Ling's system is proficient in all sorts of trickery, deception, intimidation, and extortion, and the quality of the seeds it produces is actually quite good!
Although it's still very young, it's full of hope.
When Huo Lin walked over with an umbrella, Jiang Huan was squatting in the mud.
Her skirt was covered in mud, her hands were protecting the few newly sprouted buds, and her face was beaming with a bright smile.
"Is it really worth you running out in the rain to see such a tiny seedling?"
He smiled helplessly and held the umbrella over her head.
Jiang Huan looked up at the sound, and raindrops slid down her cheeks.
"These are just seedlings now, but they'll grow into big, bright red tomatoes that can be used to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, beef brisket with tomatoes, and shrimp in tomato sauce..."
"In short, these are the soul of home-cooked meals; a life without eating tomatoes is incomplete."
She gestured excitedly, as if she could already see the harvest.
Huo Lin looked at her excited and proud expression, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
Tomato—the name itself sounds delicious.
Whether or not it grows successfully, my happiness is her happiness, and my anticipation is her anticipation.
"Yes, I await your grand feast."
Huo Lin nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the several plots of land beside him. "Did you guys do all of this yesterday?"
"How about that? Spectacular, isn't it? Professional, isn't it?"
"He Ling brought the seeds, and she also contributed a lot to the reclamation of this land."
Jiang Huan nodded vigorously, eager to tell the whole world that she had taken over this vegetable garden!
Huo Lin's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this.
He looked at Jiang Huan and asked, seemingly casually, "He Ling has quite a bit of experience in farming?"
Jiang Huan was immersed in the joy of the seedlings sprouting, but she didn't forget to maintain her image: "Yes, her ancestors have been farmers for generations, and her family has a long history of learning."
Huo Lin pondered for a moment, lost in thought.
His gaze fell on the newly green land through the rain, and he spoke slowly.
"Since she has such talent, it's a waste to keep her confined to the inner palace all day. I think it would be better to arrange a job for her."
"The imperial estates under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Agriculture are in dire need of a knowledgeable female official to oversee the trial planting and promotion of new crops. What do you think?"
[This will save He Ling from spending all day idly in the harem, constantly hovering around her. Out of sight, out of mind.]
From now on, let's work with crops and become a hardworking farmer!
[Wait a minute, could I use this method to send all the concubines in the harem away?]
Everyone has their own strengths; let them all contribute to my country and its people, which will benefit the nation.
He was happily making plans in his heart, and Jiang Huan, following his thoughts, felt like she had instantly turned back into a working-class person.
Poor He Ling, if she heard this high-sounding reason, she would probably be so scared that she would kneel down on the spot.
She suppressed a laugh, her lips twitching slightly.
but……
While it's fine to have fun and play around with Gui Nan, it's definitely inappropriate to send He Ling to the Sinong Temple now.
She had finally settled down, and now she's being sent to Huangzhuang, a place she doesn't know well, where she'll have to deal with those old hands. What if she gets caught?
And then he'll slip up and say something he shouldn't...
No, no, that's too risky.
Jiang Huan offered her opinion tactfully: "Your Majesty, although He Ling knows some farming, she is still young and naive. Sending her to the Ministry of Agriculture to deal with those old ministers and complicated affairs would be difficult for her."
"Moreover, the trial planting of this new crop has just begun, and there are still many things to explore. We can't do without her. Why not let her accumulate experience in the palace first, and then see what she wants when she's more proficient?"
Yes! We'll talk about the future later.
After all, the farming character was added to make the plot coherent, and we haven't even asked He Ling herself if she likes it.
Forced marriages are never sweet; this applies to Princess Mingzhu's marriage as well as He Ling's career planning.
Huo Lin frowned more and more as he listened, a faint reluctance flashing across his eyes.
But when faced with Jiang Huan, he simply couldn't bring himself to refuse.
She has her reasons for wanting He Ling to help her, and I will not force her.
[Anyway, I've made up my mind. If He Ling tries to take him away from me, I'll bury her in the field.]
"You've thought this through," Huo Lin reluctantly conceded. "Then let her help you in the palace first."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jiang Huan breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across her face.
The rain gradually subsided, but it was still drizzling.
Huo Lin looked up at the sky, feeling a deep sense of reluctance.
"It's getting late. I still have some memorials to review. Take the umbrella and don't stay in the rain for too long, or you'll catch a cold."
Before Jiang Huan could refuse, he took her hand, handed her the umbrella handle, gripped it tightly, and turned to leave.
Not long after he left, a series of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
He Ling came running over, her skirt hemmed up, her steps uneven, forgetting to use an umbrella. Her hair and shoulders were soaked by the rain.
"oops!"
She was running so fast that she stumbled and almost fell on the slippery bluestone slab, but luckily she managed to grab onto a nearby pillar.
"Slow down, slow down, are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Huan quickly reminded her.
He Ling steadied herself, ignoring her disheveled state, and ran breathlessly to the edge of the field.
"Your Majesty! Xiao Zhao said... said the seedlings have sprouted?"
“Look,” Jiang Huan said, pointing to the few tender green shoots in the field.
He Ling immediately squatted down and leaned closer to take a look.
When she saw the few tender buds trembling slightly in the drizzle, her eyes widened instantly, and her face was full of surprise.
"Are you sure I'm not seeing things?"
Her voice trembled with excitement. She reached out her hand, wanting to touch it but not daring to, her fingertips trembling slightly.
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