404 Goodbye Left Maid Two
Dressed in a long robe, looking at the sweet potatoes in the field, he said softly, "The wind is strong. I apologize for making you laugh, Miss. As people get older, they become more verbose."
Miss Zuo, would you be willing to trade your corn oil? If so, we would naturally like to purchase it regularly.
Miss Zuo turned around gently and looked at the tall and handsome man who came to her side. Her eyes were immediately filled with infatuation.
Dressed simply in white, he was as elegant as a gentleman, with calm eyes and the message he had already received.
He charged into the royal city with his sword, striking fear into the hearts of the people, and escaped unscathed.
Moreover, the story of beheading the Third Prince was truly captivating, even to the point of making one's heart flutter. One stared in a daze, momentarily stunned.
Upon hearing Jin Luo's voice, Old Man Weng turned around. Seeing the magistrate arrive, he beamed with joy and satisfaction. "Good morning, sir! I haven't seen you in so long, I've missed you terribly!"
Old Weng, jokingly, stepped forward and bowed to greet him.
He gently lifted it up and said with a smile, "Old man, you're too kind."
Good morning, Miss Zuo. I didn't expect you to be here so early.
Looking at Miss Zuo dressed in men's clothing, she had a unique charm, and asked softly.
Miss Zuo gave a slight bow and said softly, "Good morning, sir. The sun is just rising. You've been working so hard these past few days; you should get some rest."
He Chen smiled and asked, "I just heard about the corn oil Old Weng mentioned. How does it taste?"
Miss Zuo chuckled, instantly exuding charm, "This oil is a relatively new product and hasn't been sold much yet. If you need more, please bring some next time."
However, this oil is new, and it's not cheap.
He Chen nodded in agreement, saying, "Miss Zuo is right; the price certainly shouldn't be one that leaves Miss Zuo at a disadvantage."
Miss Zuo paused for a moment before saying, "I heard that you are currently planting sweet potatoes and wheat here, sir. I wonder what the yield will be. If the yield is high, we would like to buy some to plant ourselves. We hope you will allow us."
In a flash, she nodded slightly in agreement, saying, "Of course, that's fine. However, I didn't discover this item myself. Miss Zuo should ask Xixi and Rourou for details."
Miss Zuo looked at He Chen with curious eyes and a hint of surprise, her gaze filled with disbelief. She whispered enviously, "Sir, you are so considerate. I'm so envious."
He Chen chuckled and said, "Miss Zuo, you flatter me."
Then he asked Old Man Weng for more information.
Old Weng tidied up and introduced, "Sir, although this corn oil has a strange taste, it gives you a lot of energy after you eat it."
These sweet potatoes are growing very well, the vines are very long, please take a look, sir.
Then, he led He Chen, Miss Zuo, Jin Luo, and others to the fields for a closer look.
It's growing really well, a lush green expanse.
Then, pointing to a wheat field in the distance, he said, "Sir, that's a new wheat field, and it looks like it's growing well."
Looking from afar, He Chen saw a patch of wheat, about three inches tall, sprouting from the soil. The tender green wheat seedlings swayed gracefully, displaying the vitality of life. The tender green color was like a fresh and bright early spring morning.
Its tender green color shimmered in the sunlight, as beautiful as jade, and it exuded a fresh fragrance that seemed to waft from its appearance.
He said softly, "They're growing well, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Weng."
Miss Zuo also looked at the lush greenery before her, full of vitality, which was truly delightful.
He whispered, "If they don't wither in winter, I can grow many seeds throughout the year. In that case, I hope you will allow me to take some more seeds back with me."
He Chen nodded slightly. For a moment, the scenery was enchanting.
The farmers and villagers working in the fields also had seeds of hope in their eyes at this moment.
Time flew by. He Chen looked around and saw that the ditches on both sides were full of potholes.
He said softly, "Old Weng, you've arranged for these ditches and other basic infrastructure; the expenses can be covered by taxes."
Old Man Weng nodded his thanks and said, "Thank you for your kindness, sir. However, these repairs can be done by the local villagers."
"How about we provide lunch then?"
Upon hearing this suggestion, He Chen did not reject it. Sometimes he might be a little out of touch, but this was acceptable. He agreed, saying, "If it's a small amount, then do as Elder Weng says; if it's a large amount, the expenses can be paid from the household budget."
Old Man Weng said gratefully, "Thank you very much, sir."
Miss Zuo's eyes were also sparkling.
I have seen many people who claim to be concerned about the country and its people, and many of them are ambitious, but they all end up becoming high-ranking officials and governing the country.
With a stroke of the pen, he garnered praise and accolades from the masses, earning a place in history. He attained enlightenment in a day and ascended to heaven in a hundred. In an instant, countless tales of virtue and talent were told.
However, no matter how many people study, even if they achieve mastery in a day, their physical bodies cannot withstand it, and they will eventually die and their cultivation will dissipate. Those who achieve success in cultivation are all of extraordinary birth, and they use various methods to nourish their bodies, including internal and external medicines.
Even more so are those who are born with exceptional talent, far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Yet these people have little concern for the lives of the lower classes, for they are born into a life where they have no worries about food or drink and never lack any kind of resources.
Therefore, it is impossible to talk about sharing a share of the profits after achieving success and fame, and the people who are willing to give it up are those who have helped them since childhood, not the weeds that can be seen everywhere.
She smiled gently, just like herself, and didn't judge others too much. Different environments, no lofty ideals, many things are just illusions.
After looking at the sweet potatoes and wheat, there were also barley and buckwheat being planted, as well as some rapeseed.
Radishes, chives, other green vegetables, cabbage, etc.
Old Weng explained with a smile, "Sir, the crops planted this season are much more abundant. Some small workshops have started up in the city, and the rapeseed oil can be pressed right here in the city."
There were also more advanced mills, which were much more convenient than before.
Then, pointing into the distance, he said with a smile, "Sir, look, those are pea sprouts. They're edible. This year, to prevent a bad harvest, we planted a lot of them."
He then pointed to the endless fields in the distance and said, "Sir, there is still a lot of land over there that can be cultivated, but the journey is too long and it is not very safe, so we have stopped for now."
I heard from the general in black that they've started cleaning up the surrounding area these past few days, expanding the perimeter for a thorough cleanup. There are also other people residing in the resettlement area; if they'd like, they can be moved there.
He nodded gently and said softly, "In that case, I'll trouble you further, Elder Weng."
Old Weng smiled and said, "Of course, sir. Expanding this land will be difficult, but if we cultivate it towards Huangtu County, it should be much safer."
He chuckled softly and said, "Sure, for Huangtu County, we'll first expand the area to include the boundary markers and clearly define the area. I'll handle the rest."
Old Man Weng thanked him, saying, "Thank you very much, sir. This year's taxes were not collected in silver, but in the form of crops from the fields."
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