Cheng Xi found a few wooden planks with grooves and sprinkled a layer of fertile red clay on them as a petri dish.

Shen Xingluo picked out a bunch of high-quality potato chunks in the space and began to raise seedlings.

The iron furnace in the north room is burning vigorously, and the room temperature is maintained at 25 degrees, which is just right for germination.

Just as the two of them were concentrating on farming while reading a book, a crisp sound came from the courtyard, and then Shen Xingqi's sigh was heard.

Cheng Xi in the house also sighed.

"Shouldn't we give her genetically modified fluid?"

Look, it's just two days of work, and the little lady is going to become King Kong Barbie.

There was not enough wood in the yard for her to build.

Shen Xingluo glanced at her, "I remember that Madam said that it is better for a woman to have a little kung fu, and she will not suffer if she marries into her husband's family in the future."

"That being said, I also like Xingqi's ladylike energy."

It's a sweet burden.

On the one hand, she really hopes that her baby has the ability to protect herself, and if it doesn't go well when she gets married in the future, she can beat her husband to get angry, but on the other hand, she also likes a gentle and virtuous girl who is knowledgeable.

"Then it's up to Madame to teach."

Shen Xingluo felt that Cheng Xi was overly worried, even to the point of being cautious.

In his opinion, Shen Xingqi can do both.

"Is Xingluo at home, what's wrong...... Xingqi?"

A familiar voice came from outside the courtyard, and the two looked at each other and got up and walked out of the door, only to see Shen Manzheng and Shen Xingqi, who was holding two pieces of wood, looking at each other.

"Uncle Manho, please come in first."

Shen Manchu's surprise was only for a moment, after all, no matter how big his brain was, he would never have thought that his little niece would be able to break a thick piece of wood with a single stroke.

On the contrary, Shen Xingqi avoided the other party's gaze with an extremely weak heart.

However, it was clear that the other party had something more important to say, and his attention was immediately taken away from the wood.

"Xingluo, I'll give you silver."

Shen Manchu took out a heavy purse as he walked inside, stuffed with a lot of broken silver.

"This morning, Lian Hu went to Lin'an Mansion City with the skins dried in the ancestral hall, found a good buyer, and sold them all!"

"It's a good thing, do you know which grocery store it sold to?"

"The Qin family, I heard that the son of the Qin family personally received it."

Shen Manchu drank a large glass of water, perhaps because he got the money, and it was very enjoyable.

"By the way, I've already negotiated with the next big river village, and there are more than a dozen families in their village who want to sell their fields......

The guards caught a lot of game from Shennong Mountain, plus the previous wolf skins, and after all of them were sold, every household received silver, which was enough to buy four or five acres of thin fields.

Don't look at four or five acres is a bit less, it is rich enough for the villagers of Shenjia Village.

These fields can not only harvest crops every year, but also be left to their sons and grandchildren in the future, which can be regarded as an inheritance.

You must know that in ancient times, few people were able to earn family business.

"On behalf of the villagers, I would like to say thank you, thanks to you for this snowstorm!"

Shen Manchu was grateful to Shen Xingluo in his heart, who would have thought that in the past six months, they would not only have all the beards and tails, but also made a fortune.

I can't even think of it!

"It's all from the Shen clan, as it should be."

Shen Xingluo's expression was pale, and he filled the teacup for him, "There is one more thing to worry about Uncle Manchu."

"Just say it."

"I want to buy some wasteland."

「...... What?!"

Shen Man was stunned, "Didn't you just ask for ten acres of fertile land, why do you still want wasteland?"

And this wasteland is difficult to produce in the first few years, so why buy it?

"There is a shortage of food in many places this year, especially in the north, where you can have more food in the wasteland, and you don't have to pay taxes for the first three years, which is more appropriate."

That's the reason.

Shen Manchu always felt that something was not right, and when he thought about it, he felt very reasonable.

"Nacheng, since you should have spare money to buy some property, is there a good wasteland?"

"Yes."

Shen Xingluo raised his eyes, "At the foot of Shennong Mountain, from Shenjia Village to Dahe Village."

「！」

Lin'an Mansion, Prison.

"Master, what does the Fifth Prince mean that he wants to keep us locked up?"

"No, his hands aren't that long."

"But now that three days have passed, why haven't you let them go?"

"Don't worry, it won't be long before ......"

Zhou Lesong narrowed his eyes and concealed the shrewdness in his eyes.

Seeing that he no longer spoke, Mrs. Zhou, who was originally graceful and luxurious beside her, had a bad premonition in her heart that became stronger and stronger, and an unprecedented panic arose.

The prefect's prison is dark and damp, and now it is the early spring season that has just experienced a snowstorm, and the temperature is terrifyingly low.

More than 30 people up and down the Zhou family huddled together and shivered, and it only took one day for them to go from being arrogant at the beginning to being sluggish now.

In the past two days, there were still hysterical shouts at first, but the soldiers guarding around the prison did not respond as if they could not hear, which made everyone rest for a while.

Several men of the Zhou family sat on the grass and had long lost their usual demeanor, and a few of the little ones were even nestled in their aunt's arms and wept, which made Zhou Lesong's expression even more ugly.

The handsome face of Zhou Xuzhi, the eldest son of the Zhou family, is now full of gloom.

"Dad, is it true that the five princes colluded with bandits to kill officials in the DPRK and China?"

Zhou Lesong glared at him sternly, "Naturally, it's fake, what, you hope it's true?"

"Of course not."

"Then shut up, and weigh what you should and shouldn't say."

"......" but he suspected it was true.

Zhou Xuzhi's mouth opened to ask something, glanced at Zhou Lesong, and finally changed the topic.

"Dad, haven't you heard from Kyocaka yet?"

「......」

This time, Zhou Lesong's eyes were gloomy, and a pair of eyes were slightly raised, sweeping over dozens of people in the Zhou family.

Outside the prison, the two people sitting in the prefect's back office were also talking about marriage.

"Zhou Lesong is the prefect of Lin'an, even if he commits a big eucalyptus, he should be escorted back to the capital and handed over to the Criminal Department."

Jiang Lao looked at the man opposite, "Are you sure you want to interrogate him personally?"

"Escort to the capital, I'm afraid that Zhou Xiang will have the final say."

"Aren't you afraid of making the saint angry?"

"It's just a prefect, and my father's anger will only be temporary."

"At that time, I am afraid that there will be a lot of people in the court."

Fu Cheng tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Teacher, don't worry, I won't be bothered by a group of civil officials who can only grind their mouths."

"You—"

Elder Jiang shook his head and smiled, "There are many Chinese courtiers in the court, you should also consider making some friends."

"My father attaches great importance to the imperial examination, but those students have not been doing anything for a long time as officials, but they have learned to see the wind and steer the rudder, what else can they do besides chewing their tongues?"

[In view of the general environment,

"That's right."

Jiang Lao sighed, "I look at Xie Yuan in the autumn of last year, it's good, brave and strategic, what do you think?"

Fu Cheng thought of Shen Xingluo, his expression was slightly gloomy and thoughtful.

"This man is indeed a talent."