Chapter 406 Chapter 405 Misunderstanding, pure misunderstanding
An Xin knew without having to guess that the other assassination attempt was definitely aimed at Kong Xun, who had exposed the prince's identity and was rumored to have taken out the Crown Prince's Order.
An Xin leaned gently on the recliner, rocking back and forth, closing her eyes and curling her lips.
Do we need to guess who the assassin was?
He was not a killer sent by Concubine Xian and Prime Minister Xiao.
That was the work of someone who had been hiding in the dark, watching the situation and ready to take action.
Why did An Xin say that someone was ready to make a move? It was because she had received news from her own spies that Bei Ming could no longer wait to contact him and seize the throne of Daqian while the legitimate prince Kong Xun had not officially returned to Beijing.
Emperor Bei Ming had a good idea and wanted to use this method to steal Daqian.
If the throne is really inherited by that person, Daqian will inevitably be annexed by Beiming. At that time, the people of Daqian will have to live by the people of Beiming. It is possible that they will become slaves.
Thinking of this, An Xin's eyes darkened slightly, and her slender and tall figure slowly sat up from the recliner, holding a landscape folding fan in her hand, and gently walked out of the courtyard.
Perhaps the old emperor wanted to teach a lesson to those aristocratic families in the capital who had been watching the fire from the other side of the river when he was poisoned and unable to govern the country, as well as those officials who had been watching the changes.
In the past two years, he has secretly controlled the court, but openly allowed the virtuous concubine in the harem to be arrogant and domineering and act recklessly.
After being poisoned, his health was up and down and he stopped caring about state affairs and began to seek medical advice. However, Prime Minister Xiao was pressing those people step by step in order to control power.
An Xin guessed that Emperor Sheng An did not get rid of the two men at once because he wanted to let those people see clearly that without him as the emperor, these aristocratic families and officials would have no good ending.
Only after they have a deep understanding of this, can they conscientiously and honestly safeguard the imperial power in the future, instead of selfishly evading and waiting.
For some unknown purpose, the eldest prince Si Han used his not-too-bad looks and identity to win over the time-traveling heroine Xiao Wenrou, who had once been infatuated with Jiang Xuan's peerless beauty.
This made Xiao Wenrou, who considered herself the heroine and wanted to be the best, secretly persuaded Prime Minister Xiao many times to support Si Han to take the throne.
At first, he wanted to support the weak ruler to ascend to the throne, while he himself manipulated the real power behind the scenes, Prime Minister Xiao.
In the following two years, the differences between the two factions, including Concubine Xian's, have become increasingly greater for their own interests.
He thought that even if he, the Third Prince, was the best candidate to be a weak ruler, there was the stupid and vicious woman, Concubine Xian, and the people of the Duke of Anguo's party who were making trouble behind the scenes.
It is not easy for him to completely control the third prince.
Why not replace it with the eldest prince who has no support from his mother's family and has been helpless like an invisible man for so many years? Prime Minister Xiao was very upset. Why did he ignore such a good puppet?
Why did he choose the son of that foolish Concubine Xian in the first place, and get involved with that group of confused people in the Anguo Mansion?
An Xin walked out of the courtyard gate and came to the main street. He saw the clean and flat streets with shops lined on both sides. People were coming and going on the street, bustling with people. It was no longer as desolate as they had seen at the beginning.
In the roadside tea stalls, there were villagers who came to rest after working on the streets and chatted about the policies introduced by Kong Xun and Li Ziyu.
They talked about their strong support for breeding, and the eggs laid by chickens, ducks and geese were sent to special places to be made into salted duck eggs and preserved eggs, which were then sold to help farmers increase their cash income.
I also heard them say that the crops grown on the newly built terraces were not ideal because the soil was not fertile when they were first built.
An Xin walked into the roadside tea stall, fanning himself and saying casually, "The land is not fertile, but we can use dead branches and leaves plus poultry and livestock manure as fertilizer, ferment it and spread it on the land to cultivate the fields."
"Is it possible to do this?" The dark-skinned middle-aged man looked at An Xin sideways and asked timidly, "Can you really fatten it up by doing this?"
An Xin: "You will know if it is true if you go back and try it. It only takes a little effort and doesn't cost any money. What do you think?"
A few villagers thought that what An Xin said was right, so they decided to go back and give it a try. If they could make the land fertile, they could increase their grain yield a lot.
An Xin also chatted with a few villagers about how they were doing now.
There are rarely rich people sitting in roadside tea stalls. Generally, they are places where ordinary people come to rest and drink water to quench their thirst when they are tired from working on the streets.
An Xin listened quietly to the villagers in the tea shed talking about the changes in their village. "In the past, we had the strength but no land to farm. Now every village has built more terraces. Even if the land is barren, we can harvest more food than before.
Plus, there are no bandits coming to rob us now, and the government is not adding any messy taxes. Even if we pay taxes in the past two years, we villagers still have enough food at home."
An Xin heard the villagers leaning against the mountain talking about how the government had sent people to teach them how to grow herbs in the past two years. When they talked about this, their eyes were filled with hope for the future.
Just when An Xin was chatting with a group of villagers.
A servant came running from the direction of An Xin's house and saw her and shouted hurriedly, "My lord, someone is coming from the capital."
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An Xin turned her head and glanced at the servant who came to call her, then turned her head and nodded to the villagers in the tea shed, "I'll treat you to tea today. I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
Amid the surprised gazes of a dozen or so dark-skinned, plainly dressed villagers, An Xin slowly stood up, took out a tael of silver and threw it to the owner of the tea shop.
Then he walked out of the tea stall and disappeared into the crowded street.
"Too much... too much. Each person only needs one penny for enough tea and water. There are only a few of us, so why should we need so much?"
The tea shop owner reacted quickly and took two steps to chase after him, and there was An Xin's figure.
"Just now... just now, the person who talked to us for a long time," a villager pointed in the direction where An Xin left and said excitedly, "Could it be the one who led the people to wipe out the bandits and the one who came up with the method of building terraces? The exiled female official, right?"
The tea shop owner looked at the silver coin in his hand, turned around and walked back to add a bowl of tea for everyone, saying:
"There are only a few women who can be called adults, except Fang Qingping, the Fang family garrison commander who was promoted by the female official and inherited the family's military position as a woman.
This is the lady official who is both talented in literature and martial arts and extremely wise. "
An Xin had no idea that her casual chat with the villagers would become a story of undercover investigation into the people's sentiments and compassion for the common people in Lingnan after she left.
Misunderstanding, pure misunderstanding.
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An Xin was just bored at home, so he went out and happened to come across a topic of interest. He went into the tea shed and chatted with everyone, and suggested some ways to fertilize the terraced fields.
It really has nothing to do with sympathy for the people or secret investigations.
(End of this chapter)