The location of the well is about a few hundred meters away from the lake, and the path paved with bluestone slabs is lined with unknown flowers and plants, and clusters of golden flowers bloom.

Drinking a sip of freshly beaten well water, the entrance was sweet and cool to quench his thirst, Doubao because he ate too many steamed buns and roasted wheat, while no one was paying attention, he picked up the bowl and drank two large bowls, until the little belly was bulging.

"How can you be cold, child? Be careful to get upset for a while! Qingyun said with a straight face.

"Madame, don't worry, the well water here won't make you sick if you drink it, my daughter-in-law is sick, I will scoop some well water for her to drink, it's better than taking medicine." The older man said earnestly.

This is a bit exaggerated, Qingyun knew that he had good intentions, so he didn't refute him, smiled and didn't speak.

The well is surrounded by a large field of corn, which is not yet fully ripe.

Song Qingyun liked it all of a sudden, and if the workshop was built here, the taste of lo-mei boiled with water from the well would definitely be better than that of Liujia Village.

"Ma'am, what do you think of this place?" Mu Qingao asked in a low voice behind her.

"Very good, is the prince really sure to take this land? If it's okay, I'll arrange for Cheng Jun to bring someone over immediately. ”

"Madam, if you don't believe me, I'm so sad!"

"Okay, don't be sour, I'm serious."

"I'm also serious, you write to Cheng Jun today, the area of the workshop here is larger than Liujia Village, so you think about how to plan, after all, you are very good at this kind of thing."

I have to admit that Song Qingyun has unique insights in building houses, and the houses in Liujia Village are sturdy and beautiful, and they are very practical, and they can be promoted to the whole country.

Song Qingyun was embarrassed for a while, she came with the memory of a civilized society, she was victorious, and there was nothing to be proud of.

The family whose surname is Zhou, and the couple has been living here for five or six years with their son, who is already twenty-three years old and has not yet married.

The father and son of the Zhou family took Han Xuan to measure the area of the cornfield, and Qingyun converted it according to the proportion, and drew a rough sketch on the paper, Mu Qingao saw it and was speechless in surprise.

"Madame can also make drawings?"

Song Qingyun was stunned for a moment, thinking that she was too strong, an orphan girl would do this, which was too weird in itself, she quickly thought of an excuse and said, "I learned this from the "Great Zhou Territory Chronicles", which introduces how to draw topographic maps. ”

Mu Qingao looked at her suspiciously, the book was corrected by him and handed over to the bookstore for distribution, why didn't he remember how to draw pictures in it?

Song Qingyun was suspicious, and immediately became angry, and deliberately splashed with a small face, "Hey, I'm not stupid, my family has built several houses, and I have experience." ”

She played with her little daughter's temper exactly what Mu Qingao liked to see, so she flattered her and said with a charming smile, "My lady is extremely smart." ”

Doubao was so sour by these two that he had a toothache, and pulled Ah Fu to pick wildflowers on the roadside.

No one bothered, Qingyun began to design the prototype of the workshop according to his own ideas.

"Lord Wang, is there only a waterway to go out from here?" Song Qingyun was worried that transporting so many stones and timber would cause unnecessary trouble.

"No, there's a land route, in the southwest, about five miles from here, but if you want to enter the city, you have to take a big detour." Boss Zhou replied.

"Oh, this place is really nice."

After the drawings were drawn, they were handed over to Mu Qingao to read, Qingyun didn't dare to write down the dimensions of the beams clearly, and when the plasterers and carpenters came, it would not be too late.

The corn will be fully ripe in more than ten days, and it will take more than 20 days for Cheng Jun to come over, and during this period, the prince can also deal with the ownership of this land, so that everyone is happy.

Coming out of the grange, the boatmen who supported the painting boat were about to fall asleep, if it weren't for Han Xuan's silver, he might have run away first.

Back on the shore, Jiang Jue hurriedly greeted him and whispered a few words in Mu Qingao's ear.

Mu Qingao's expression was dark and uncertain, and Qingyun was very nervous.

"Qingyun, Jiang will send you back in a while, I will enter the palace to see my father."

"But you're still wounded!"

"I'll be careful, if I enter the palace a few days later, won't the wound have to heal?"

It's rare that he can still have fun in the midst of suffering, Song Qingyun is still a little worried, those people in the royal family have a bad impression on her.

The carriage entered the official road, Su Yi was waiting there, Jiang Jue explained a few words to her, and then turned around and hugged Qingyun to leave.

"Master Jiang, if you have to take care of your master, you will work hard."

Jiang Jue responded in a deep voice, "Yes!" ”

On the way back, Qingyun found that there were suddenly more officers and soldiers with swords on the official road, and they were being checked one by one.

"Suyi, what's going on?" Qingyun asked quietly.

"Last night, the prince was assassinated and alarmed the people of the Terracotta Division, the commander of the Terracotta Division is the old department of the prince, although the emperor did not order martial law in the whole city, but Lord Bao will not let go of any suspicious person."

Song Qingyun was full of emotion in his heart, what kind of family does Prince Jing have? Fortunately, there are some good friends who follow him with all their hearts, otherwise life would not go on at all!

It was their turn to check their carriage, only Han Xuan was a man, and the officers and soldiers did not embarrass them, they were allowed to leave after asking a few words, and it was already past noon in Zhuangzi.

Guo's mother, who was eager to wear it, hurriedly arranged for the kitchen to cook, and found that Doubao was sick and listless, and Guo's mother hurriedly asked Ah Fu if the little master was sick.

Ah Fu secretly told her what happened in the city, and Guo's mother's heart has been hanging in the air.

"The young master's skin is so delicate, what should I do if I have a scar in the future?"

Qingyun changed his clothes and came out, and said with a smile when he heard Guo's mother's words, "It's okay if he's a boy with rough skin and thick meat." ”

"Madam, you can't say that, the young master's identity is different, how can he compare with those wild children in the countryside."

Knowing that Mother Guo was kind enough to count her, Qingyun just smiled, grabbed the fan on the table and shook it by herself.

Ah Fu exclaimed in fright, "Madam, your arm! ”

"Oh, you girl was startled, it scared me."

The fan was snatched away by Ah Fu and shook for her, and Qingyun felt that her shoulder blades were indeed a little sore.

At this time, Su Yi came over with more than a dozen bottles and cans in his placket.

"Madam, the prince ordered, let you and Young Master Doubao use medicine."

Most of the ointments in Mu Qingao's hands are hard to find in the world, and one of the bottles of ointment dedicated to eliminating scars was given by an old doctor in a village in Yunnan.

If any of his brothers who were born and died were injured, Mu Qingao would ask them to apply the ointment, coming and going, leaving only a little bit at the bottom of the bottle, but it was enough for Doubao.

Qingyun remembered the rough feel when he touched Mu Qingao's body for the first time.

"Why didn't the prince himself wipe off the scars with ointment?"

Su Yi replied, "The prince said that he should remember how every scar came about, for fear of forgetting the hatred and making the people of the Great Zhou suffer." ”

People who have the world in their hearts, in the eyes of Qingyun, King Jing instantly became tall and majestic.