[He took such a large sum of money from me, and I'm so badly hurt this time. He didn't even ask me a question, and then he scared me.]
[After he kicks the bucket, I'll hand over the hybrid rice to Hongzhou, so he won't get a single benefit!]
Hybrid rice...
This must be the method for increasing grain production that she mentioned before.
He hadn't forgotten about this matter for a single moment ever since he overheard a single word about it. He often pondered it in the quiet of the night.
However, it must not have been easy. Otherwise, with such great merit, as long as they did not rebel, the Sun family would have enjoyed eternal wealth and honor.
Big Fat Orange suddenly felt that Sun Miaoqing's hands were a waste to use for copying Buddhist scriptures; they should have been used for farming.
To take, you must first give.
The chubby orange-haired man smiled faintly. "Don't cry, it breaks my heart."
"I was just joking with you. You're right, I really can't bear to use such beautiful hands to copy Buddhist scriptures."
Sun Miaoqing wiped away non-existent tears and said with a smile, "His Majesty insisted on seeing how anxious I was before agreeing. I wonder if it's the same with Consort Wan and Consort Hua."
"He's being petty again," said the chubby orange.
“Even if you don’t cause trouble for me, I will still exempt you from reciting the Diamond Sutra ten times.”
Sun Miaoqing said, "Your Majesty knew that Your Majesty was considerate of the harem."
The chubby orange said, "It's not that I'm being considerate, it's that Consort Wan advised me, I just haven't had a chance to tell you yet."
"Now that we've brought it up, Su Peisheng."
"Your servant is here."
"Issue an imperial decree that the concubines should rest well and that the task of copying scriptures be waived."
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