Jiang Yu knew what treasure map Qi Nuan was referring to, Zhang Liao knew, and Song Jingning also knew. Perhaps Jiang Yu's presence here could be attributed to Song Jingning's deliberate arrangement.
But so what? Qi Nuan knew that, of course, but sometimes, she didn't need to know their motives, just the outcome.
Spring plowing has always been a major national event. Every year during spring plowing, the monarch would work with his officials and farmers to represent the country's emphasis on agriculture and to pray to heaven for a bountiful autumn harvest.
Of course, it also carries the suspicion of winning over the people and displaying the nation's power.
But all of this is for the sake of national interests.
Song Jingning is doing this for the same reason: since he wants to help this child, he naturally wants to consider everything for him.
"Your Excellency, Lord Fu is waiting for you at the prefectural government office."
"Lord Fu..."
Song Jingning pondered, wondering what the visitor's intentions were.
Jiang Yu's eyes flickered slightly. Lord Fu, Fu Cong'an, was born into a poor family and lost his orphan at a young age. He was raised by his aunt from childhood, but he was extremely intelligent and was known as a child prodigy since he was young.
He ranked first in the thirteenth provincial examination, the fifteenth provincial examination, and the eighteenth metropolitan examination. In the same year, he was personally selected as the top scholar in the palace examination by the emperor and entered the Hanlin Academy. The following year, he was sent to Jiangnan.
He was later recalled to the capital, reappointed to the Hanlin Academy, married his mentor's daughter, had two sons and a daughter, and was promoted one after another.
For a time, he was the envy of all men.
But perhaps fate is fair; while giving you something, it also takes something away.
Although Fu Cong'an had a successful official career, he had few family ties. He lost his mother at a young age, his wife in middle age, and his youngest daughter passed away three years ago.
Now only his two sons are by his side.
Fortunately, Fu Cong'an was an open-minded person, and although his fate was full of hardships, he was happy.
He had a clear understanding of the political situation in the court. He resigned from his post under a pretext when his daughter passed away. For the past three years, he had been living in retirement at home, maintaining good relations with the court officials and being highly regarded by the current emperor.
Everyone would call him a cunning and treacherous old fox.
Throughout history, those who hold high positions rarely meet a good end.
Moreover, the ruler is ignorant.
After Jiang Yu gradually took over the affairs of Shangjun, Song Jingning naturally explained the affairs of the court and the various forces to Jiang Yu.
When the news came, Fu Cong'an, who was originally going to the Shu region, changed course and headed straight for Shangjun for some reason.
However, Fu Cong'an is quite an interesting person.
Qi Nuan glanced at Jiang Yu, thinking of the Fu family they had encountered on their journey, wondering if they were related to Fu Cong'an.
Qi Nuan noticed a hint of worry in Song Jingning's eyes; clearly, Fu Cong'an's arrival had caused him some trouble.
It's best for Shangjun to develop discreetly now, so as not to attract the attention of others.
They all knew that Fu Cong'an was not a loyal subject, but no one knew what choice he would make.
For Qi Nuan, although she was born in this era, her thoughts had already taken shape in her previous life, not to mention that today's society is only filled with turmoil and suffering.
Therefore, Qi Nuan and Jiang Yu did not share Song Jingning's loyalty to the emperor.
As for ambition, Fu Cong'an certainly had it, but he was also a very intelligent person.
I'm never afraid of meeting smart people; what I fear is meeting people who think they're so clever.
Soon, Song Jingning said, "Have someone treat Lord Fu well. Please ask him to wait a moment. I will return to my residence immediately."
He then gave Jiang Yu and the others a few instructions before getting into the carriage and leaving.
Qi Nuan and Jiang Yu remain here.
They not only need to plant crops for the coming year, but also some medicinal herbs.
However, this should not be easily known to others.
After the seeds were planted, Jiang Yu took Qi Nuan on a ride and arrived at a desolate mountain.
"Young master, you have arrived."
Seeing Jiang Yu and the others dismount, Jiang Ming went to greet them.
Since Song Jingning revealed Jiang Yu's identity, Jiang Ming and the others have started calling Jiang Yu "Young Master".
A good identity is advantageous to them, but to win people's hearts, an appropriate distance and authority are essential.
Qi Nuan and the others certainly didn't understand these things, but Zhang Liao was with them, and it was obvious that Zhang Liao's statement was correct. After they changed their tune, Song Jingning was pleased.
Others in the prefecture also held Jiang Yu in even higher esteem.
"how's it going?"
Jiang Yu asked.
"We should be able to finish planting in two more days."
Jiang Yu nodded and joined them.
They didn't plant many; it was probably on one side of the mountain. Before planting medicinal herbs, they planted some fruit trees on the mountain, mostly easy-to-transport and durable fruits like pears, apples, and walnuts.
The herbs are located at the bottom. This layout was the result of Qi Nuan and Xiang Xiang's discussion. Xiang Xiang is very familiar with the growth habits of herbs, while Qi Nuan, although not knowledgeable, has some understanding of them thanks to the advanced internet.
Intercropping is a very common method of planting crops.
Of course, it also applies to herbs.
Meanwhile, Song Jingning returned to the prefectural government. In the main hall sat a middle-aged man wearing a brown short shirt, with a young man standing beside him.
Upon seeing Song Jingning, the middle-aged man stood up and bowed to him, saying, "I have come uninvited and have caused you any disturbance. Please forgive me, Prefectural Governor."
Song Jingning returned the greeting, saying, "Lord Fu is too kind. It is I who should pay a visit."
After the two were seated, Song Jingning looked at Fu Cong'an, feeling some doubt in his heart, but not showing it on his face.
Song Jingning had met Fu Cong'an before, but at that time Fu Cong'an was an academician of the Hanlin Academy, enjoying a loving marriage and a successful career, and was at the height of his success.
Dressed in a bright red official robe, with a radiant face, he was refined and approachable, exuding an upright and scholarly air.
Now he looks like a farmer, his face showing signs of hardship, but without the usual sorrow.
Fu Cong'an scrutinized Song Jingning, whose face showed little anger. Recalling the information he had heard about Song Jingning years ago, Fu Cong'an felt a certain admiration for him.
He and his companion were hardly the people favored by heaven.
"Changlin, why don't you step forward and pay your respects to the Prefect?"
As soon as Fu Cong'an finished speaking, the young man standing beside him stepped forward and gave Song Jingning a deep bow.
Song Jingning looked at the young man without saying a word, but instead looked at Fu Cong'an.
"Lord Fu, what is the meaning of this?"
"I'm sure you know that my wife has been gone for many years, and only my two sons are left to keep me company. I have no other wish but that my two sons can survive in this chaotic world, so that I can tell my deceased wife."
His gaze was upward, it was unclear whether he was sighing or reminiscing.
"The world is vast, yet there is nowhere to settle down. I have heard that Lord Suwen is benevolent and loves his people like his own children, so I have no choice but to bring my two sons to seek refuge with him."
Song Jingning looked at Fu Cong'an, her face showing no emotion.
"cough……"
Song Jingning gave a wry smile.
"Lord Fu must also know that my crippled body cannot live much longer. I can barely protect myself, so how can I protect others? I wonder what Lord Fu is seeking?"
Fu Cong'an looked at Song Jingning, knowing that these words would not make him lower his guard.
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