Fu Yanting asked, "What does father mean?"
Lord Fu said slowly: "Yanting, your father is old, and now the world belongs to you."
Fu Yanting immediately understood what he meant and bowed, "Yes, Dad, I understand."
Having said that, he turned and left the house.
Chu Chenyin was waiting for him outside, "How is it, what did Dad say?"
Fu Yanting took her hand and smiled slowly, "My father said I should make the decision."
Chu Chenyin raised her eyebrows, "What does my husband plan to do?"
Fu Yanting held her in his arms and walked out slowly. "Of course, we should build this small city first, and then recruit soldiers and horses again after the natural disaster."
Small green buds grew on the trees outside the house, and the sand on the ground had been cleared to reveal patches of bluestone.
Chu Chenyin looked up at his spirited profile, and her heart began to surge.
After settling Lord Lin down, Chu Chenyin came to the cotton fields and the farmland, and while no one was around, he poured some spiritual spring water into them.
The cotton seeds that had just been planted had unknowingly grown into small green seedlings.
She wiped her sweat off her forehead and returned to the space. She saw a line of words appear on the twelfth layer of space: "100 days left. The twelfth layer of space has been successfully upgraded."
"There are still a hundred days left..." she repeated to herself, feeling no hurry.
At present, the space we have is sufficient, and what we need most is time.
After Lord Lin arrived, in addition to being Fu Yanting's military advisor, he was also responsible for teaching the children.
Liu Ye'er and Fu Tiao had never been to school. They followed three or four children aged five or six who survived in the city and learned to read from Lord Lin.
The Zhang family's little granddaughter also joined in the fun and sat at the back to listen to the class.
Chu Chenyin came to bring them fruit from time to time.
On peaceful days, time often passes very quickly.
Thirty kilometers away from them, in Xufeng County, Prime Minister Wan and the emperor were living an increasingly difficult life because their money was robbed by bandits.
Previously, they could still eat some porridge, but now they may not even be able to eat tree bark.
Just when the emperor and Prime Minister Wan were extremely worried, they learned from the disaster victims passing by that Marquis Fu's family was not dead.
"You said, Lord Fu's family is not dead?!" The emperor jumped up from his chair in shock. This chapter has been read (please click the next chapter to continue reading!)
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