My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 332

After dinner.

Wang Lin took Hua Rong and Yan Qing to see the land test field and a small pepper test field outside the city.

Wang Lin, the potato seed, exchanged three times, once in Qingzhou and twice in Hangzhou.

Three hundred kilograms of potatoes were cut into small pieces, used as seeds, and planted on ten acres of land.

At this moment, green vines have sprouted.

The growth cycle of potatoes is only more than three months, and they can mature in summer.

According to the huge yield of potatoes, Wang Lin knew that at least tens of thousands of catties of potatoes could be harvested from the ten acres of land.

And if you continue to sow again, you can have a very amazing harvest by the end of the year.

Next year, it can be promoted to the whole territory under its control.

Hua Rong and Yan Qing didn't know what it was. They didn't quite believe it at first when they heard Wang Lin say that the yield per mu was more than several thousand catties. Looking at it now, it was really possible.

Wang Lin explained to Hua Rong and Yan Qing the great uses of potatoes and their important value as military rations, and Hua Rong was shocked.

If this is the case, the Qingzhou Army—now designated as the Eastern Army by the imperial court—in the future, and its rations will not be a problem.

But what Wang Lin was most interested in was the small piece of chili seedling.

No matter what Wang Lin said about things like chili, it was not as good as harvesting them for them to taste in the future, so Wang Lin didn't bother to explain.

Wang Lin felt somewhat regretful.

In the exchange shop of the system, there is no such good thing as tobacco leaves.

Thinking that the problem of smoking still cannot be solved for the time being, he felt melancholy for a while.

In autumn, he also plans to exchange some corn seeds and plant another wave of corn.

As for the others, save the prestige merits for emergency use.

……

Han Ke has been appointed by the court as the prefect of Laizhou.

He came to Qingzhou for several days and waited for several days.

Finally, when Wang Lin came back, he hurried into the palace again at night to ask to see Wang Lin and Princess Han Yan.

"I pay my respects to the lord and the concubine." Han Ke didn't dare to neglect, and immediately fell to the ground.

Wang Lin smiled slightly and glanced at Han Yan.

Han Yan got up and helped Han Ke up and said, "Brother, don't be too polite, you and I are one family."

"Brother Han, I know that you are actually quite talented, but you have been depressed. There has been a vacancy in Laizhou for a long time now. After you take office, this king hopes that you will not be popular and show your talents."

Han Ke excitedly said: "My lord, don't worry, I will do my best to live up to my lord's trust and the imperial court's trust."

Wang Lin smiled: "You and I are in-laws, and we are actually a family. I have something to say, I don't want to take care of the internal affairs of your Han family, but since you are a parent official under my rule, then it is convenient Take the court and the safety of the people as your own responsibility, don't be too selfish...do you understand what I mean?"

Han Ke looked a little ugly, but he still bowed and said, "I understand."

"It's your blessing to be born into a wealthy family, but it's also your misfortune. But brother Han, if you can work hard and earn your own fame, your future may not depend on your family..."

"You go to Laizhou to take up your post tomorrow."

Wang Lin waved his hand, indicating that Han Ke could retreat.

From Han Yan's point of view, he has said everything he should say, and he has reminded everything that should be reminded. The future depends on whether Han Ke himself can grasp his own future.

Han Yan looked at Han Keyuan's back, and sighed quietly: "I hope my brother will go here and not cause trouble for the prince."

"Probably not. I have always been suspicious of people, and I am not suspicious of hiring people. Although your cousin is selfish, he still has some personal abilities. If he can think clearly, he will know what he will do."

Han Yan nodded, and was about to say a few more words, when Wang Lin hugged her in her arms and raised her hands.

Han Yan was ashamed: "My lord, it's still early, and the servants are still here..."

Wang Lin didn't care about this, he picked up Han Yan and threw him on the couch, then tore off the tent and rushed on it.

But at the most critical moment, when the gun was about to go off, Han Yan said quietly: "Why is there no servant in the prince's dream?"

Wang Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, pretended not to hear, and was about to go straight forward and hit Huanglong directly.

But I saw two lines of tears rolling down Han Yan's delicate face: "I know that in the heart of the lord, the slave is actually just a decoration. The lord and the Han family are married, and each takes what he needs..."

Wang Lin was already on the verge of breaking out, so how could he have the heart to argue with her about these things, but knowing Han Yan's temperament, if he avoided talking about it, she would definitely have a lump in her heart.

So I held back and said softly: "Although you are not in my dream, you are in my heart and I am in your body. Isn't that enough?"

Han Yanfang's heart trembled.

Where has she heard such love words, it feels like her whole heart has been melted away.

Outside the tent, Yi Cui and Si Qin blushed with embarrassment. They didn't know where the lord came from to coax women. If they could get a little bit of it, even if it was to die, it would be worth it.

Yicui tugged at Siqin's arm, and the two girls quietly walked outside the curtain, but at this moment they could hear the earth tremble and the mountains shake, and the red flowers rolled around.

I heard Wang Lin say again: "Ah, it's much bigger."

Han Yan couldn't hold back her embarrassment: "The one who gave birth to a child...the prince..."

The faces of the two women turned even redder, and they hurried away.

He didn't dare to go far, so he endured his shame and waited outside. By the way, he also guarded against someone intruding indiscriminately and ruining his master's good deeds.

……

Li Qingzhao's small courtyard.

Seeing Zhu Shuzhen's fidgeting, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but smiled softly: "Sister Shuzhen, don't worry, Wang Lin just came back, but I dare to bet you that he will come to see you tomorrow, or the day after at the latest, you Listen to me, he is by no means the kind of person who starts messing around and ends up giving up."

Zhu Shuzhen came to Qingzhou and lived with Li Qingzhao all the time. Although Han Yan repeatedly told her to arrange a single house for her, she refused.

Zhu Shuzhen sighed lightly, and she thought to herself: "What's the beginning of chaos and the end of abandonment? There is no chaos. Where did the abandonment come from?"
Although she is a talented woman from the south of the Yangtze River, she is still a weak woman who is no different from women in the world.

Before returning to the heart, he was reserved in every way, but after returning to the heart, he was uneasy.

"My lord told me about a dream today. Although he didn't mention Sister Shuzhen, I know that he must have you in his dream. Otherwise, how could he have traveled all the way to Hangzhou and kept you at home? Poetry does this to you..."

"How can a lowly slave girl win the heart of the prince... He was just pretending to lure Qian Zhongshu and his son into the trap in order to lure the transshipment of the Liangzhe Road, and it was not from the heart..."

Zhu Shuzhen sighed quietly: "However, it is a great blessing for me to come to Qingzhou, and to be with sister Qingzhao day and night, to sing poetry and poetry, and I dare to expect anything else."

"It's really a blessing for me to have my younger sister as a companion. Well, don't worry about it, a beauty is like jade, and this red tent is warm and fragrant... That man is lustful, and he will definitely not let his younger sister go."

Li Qingzhao bit Zhu Shuzhen's ears and said, pretending to have bad intentions.

"Sister!" Zhu Shuzhen's pretty face was flushed, and she was crazy about it for a while.

……

The night is already deep.

At this time, the maid in the courtyard said respectfully: "My lord!"

"Get up." This was Wang Lin's clear voice.

Li Qingzhao smiled softly: "Sister, how are you? Didn't you just come here? Haven't spent the night yet."

It really is Wang Lin who is here.

Of course he didn't forget Zhu Shuzhen, but he came so hastily and was urged by Han Yan.

Han Yan said that Zhu Shuzhen had a sensitive personality and was as sentimental as Li Qingzhao. If Wang Lin didn't give her an explanation in the first place, she might be thinking wildly again.

Zhu Shuzhen's face turned red, but she was extremely happy in her heart.

She got up and greeted Li Qingzhao, Wang Lin had already opened the curtain and walked into the room.

"Qingzhao, Shuzhen, the two talented women of the south and the north are finally reunited..."

Wang Lin wanted to say a few more teasing words, but seeing Zhu Shuzhen blushing, he knew that enough was enough. After all, she was no better than Li Qingzhao who had returned her heart for a long time.

I can't stand the darkness at all...

"I have seen the lord!"

"My lord, you just came back, you didn't reunite with the concubine, you ran to my place at night, but you can't worry about Miss Shuzhen?"

"I don't worry about you either." Wang Lin said confidently.

Li Qingzhao's face was slightly red, but he didn't care, and smiled again: "But that's okay, I've been compiling a collection of poems for you with my sister Shuzhen these two days, what do you think it's called?"

Li Qingzhao handed over a book with beautiful handwriting.

It was her handwriting.

Wang Lin took it with a smile and flipped through it. They were all poems he copied after time travel.

He smiled: "Wang Siheng's collection of poems? No, it's a bit tacky."

Li Qingzhao shook his head: "That's not right. I originally wanted to call it Siheng Ji, but I always feel that there are some peerless masterpieces that are not worthy of my husband."

Zhu Shuzhen suddenly said: "My lord is a man of great talents, to help the time and the future. It is the mainstay of the middle class, the jade pot of Qingming and cold dew. The delicate place is like Huaihai, and the majestic place is like Dongpo. And the lord has the ability to resist enemy invasion, The grand plan and ambition of sealing the wolf and living in Xuxu will surely become a great cause in the future, how about calling it Polu long and short sentence?"

Li Qingzhao immediately clapped the case and exclaimed: "What a long and short sentence! Shuzhen's sister is indeed a bosom friend. Since ancient times, bosom friends are the most difficult to find. Xianggong, at this moment, how can you have no words?"

Both women looked at Wang Lin eagerly.

Wang Lin smiled wryly in his heart.

This wishful thinking of hugging the two talented women left and right is not small, but unfortunately he has copied a lot, and it really stumped him at this moment.

Let's talk about the beautiful scenery on a good day, what kind of poems to sing, it's too bad for the scenery.

Wang Lin felt that this was not the right thing to do, and he had to stop it immediately, otherwise, sooner or later, he would be exhausted.

If you can't do poetry, you can't get into Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen's room?

Seeing that Wang Lin has been silent, and that unruly gaze has been darting back and forth between the two, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but spit lightly, and turned his back.

Zhu Shuzhen's pink face was like a cloud of clouds, and she lowered her head slightly.

Wang Lin's heart was greatly disturbed, so he simply put his hands on it brazenly.

He is absolutely no match against two talented women, one from the south and the other from the north, but if he fights, he is invincible in the world.

Wang Lin hugged Li Qingzhao who had his back turned to him, and without waiting for Zhu Shuzhen to slip away, he immediately dragged her back and said nonsense:

The green hills are on the left and the pot is on the right, and poetry and wine enema are full of breath.

Why not get drunk with the warm wind, and live up to the picture of the beauty in heaven.

"Pooh……"

"Spit...so obscene..."

(End of this chapter)