The widowed sister-in-law is embarrassed, she criticizes the villain like he only wants to be a love

Sanshili Town

Yan Shu and Liu Hanyue went to the fields together to inspect the harvest.

Yan Ersheng and Zhang Lizheng from Sanshili Town came over with smiles on their faces.

Yan Shu asked expectantly, "Dad, how was the harvest today?"

Yan Ersheng was so excited that his eyes were wrinkled with smiles: "The harvests in Liujia Farm and Sanshili Town are very good. Each acre of land can produce more than 3,000 kilograms of potatoes, which is more than double the income from the mountainous areas."

Zhang Lizheng also had a look of joy on his face. Everyone had been busy for the whole morning, and when they saw the grain piled up into small hills in the fields, they couldn't believe their eyes.

"Second Master, Miss Yan, you are truly the great benefactors of our Sanshili Town."

Liu Hanyue said: "The potato seeds were provided by Miss Yan. You should really thank her."

Yan Shu smiled and said, "Let's not talk about thanking anyone yet. I see everyone is busy working in the fields. Zhang Lizheng, how long will it take to harvest these potatoes?"

"The villagers are working very hard. At this rate, we should be able to finish the harvest in about ten days."

Liu Hanyue reminded in a deep voice: "Gather all these potatoes in ten days and distribute them according to the contract we signed before. The villagers can choose to keep the food they get for themselves, or sell some to us. However, this batch of food cannot be sold outside without the permission of Yongding Marquis' Mansion."

Zhang Lizheng nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, Second Young Master, I will definitely follow your instructions, and the villagers will keep this matter a secret."

At that time, the contract signed by Liu Hanyue and the villagers of Sanshili Town was a 50-50 split based on the total per-acre output. Therefore, half of the grain harvested from the 500,000 hectares of land had to be handed over to the Yongding Marquis' Mansion, and the remaining half would be distributed according to the amount of land the villagers owned. Those with more land would get more, and those with less would get less. However, the average farmer had at least two or three acres of land. Based on the yield of 3,000 catties per acre, even if they handed over 1,500 catties per acre, half of the grain would still belong to them. No matter how you calculated it, it was much more profitable than growing ordinary grain. What's more, if the grain was not eaten by themselves, it could be sold to the Marquis' Mansion, and the silver earned would be a considerable sum.

Liu Hanyue and Yan Shu went to the fields to personally check the harvested potatoes. The potatoes were not as big as those grown in the fields, but given the first year of cultivation with immature technology, it was already a very good harvest.

When the villagers who were collecting grain saw the two men coming, they put down their farm work and came over to thank them. Their pale and thin faces were always filled with bright smiles, and it was obvious that everyone's gratitude to them was particularly sincere.

After leaving Sanshili Town, Liu Hanyue looked towards Yan Shu.

"What are you going to do with these potatoes when they're harvested?"

Yan Shu withdrew his gaze from the car window and turned to look at Liu Hanyue.

"According to our previous agreement, the grain will be given to you and the military command will be mine." Due to drought and water shortage in the past two years, grain has been completely destroyed in various places. Although Xinyang Prefecture is better off than Rongcheng and Nanwei in the north, the people barely do not have to flee famine thanks to the Liu family's tax reduction policy, but they still live in hunger and cold most of the time.

The Liu family has accumulated wealth for several generations, and most of it has been spent on feeding the 50,000 Jibei Army in the past two years. The grain collected in Sanshili Town this year can feed the entire Jibei Army, so this batch of grain is vital to Liu Bin and his son.

Liu Hanyue stared at her in silence for a while.

"The provincial examination will be held next month. Jiang Ci has already returned to Xinyang Prefecture. Why don't you go meet him?"

Hearing this name, a dark light flashed in Yan Shu's eyes.

"To him, I am just a stranger at this moment."

Liu Hanyue poured two cups of cold tea and handed one to Yan Shu.

"I heard from the servants that Jiang Ci and the young princess of Yong'an Marquis's mansion are about to get engaged. They have been getting along well over the past six months. Jiang Ci even brought her along when he came to Xinyang Prefecture to take part in the provincial examination. It looks like good things are about to happen."

Yan Shu held the teacup in both hands, his thick long eyelashes concealing the loneliness in his eyes.

"You don't need to tell me about this."

Liu Hanyue smiled faintly and took a sip of herbal tea.

"Sister, you are quite open-minded. You have given so much to him, but in the end, other women reaped the fruits of your labor. Don't you have any resentment in your heart?"

Yan Shu raised his head with a clear and calm look: "Why should I hate him? My sacrifice was made willingly, just like he sacrificed his life for my care. If I force him to have only me in his heart because of my kindness to him, then my sacrifice is not out of affection but a transaction. Let's part ways in peace. No one owes anyone anything."

Liu Hanyue pursed his lips and stopped talking. If he was Jiang Ci, he wouldn't be so stupid as to fail to see that his amnesia was not an accident, and naturally he wouldn't let himself be manipulated by others.

Deep down in his heart, he hoped that Jiang Ci would be a little blind and fall in love with Wei Yang and marry her as soon as possible.

But he also felt that Jiang Ci's character was not so easy to fool.

Late night

Jiang Ci was reading in the study when a figure outside the door raised his hand and knocked.

"master."

Jiang Ci slowly closed the book and looked towards the door.

"Come in."

Anxian pushed open the door and walked in. He was holding a cloth bag in his hand and walked straight to Jiang Ci's desk.

"This is the food I got from Sanshili Town. I heard from the local villagers that this thing is called potato. And this is the potato seedling. I brought it along as well."

He opened the sack and inside was a potato vine and a whole potato.

When Jiang Ci saw the rice seedlings, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Did she really provide this?"

Anxian nodded and said, "Now the villagers of Sanshilipu all regard Miss Yan as a living Buddha. I also learned that Miss Yan organized the villagers of Banpo Village to plant a large area of ​​potatoes on the mountain last year. It is said that the yield of this kind of food called potatoes is amazing. If we can control the cultivation rights of this batch of food, it is equivalent to controlling the granary of the entire Sui Dynasty."

Jiang Ci sneered in his heart, his grandfather was really cruel to use this trick of replacing one thing with another. The credit for escaping famine and getting grain seeds were all from others. They really used any despicable means to deceive him.

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Late night

Yan Shu tossed and turned in bed, and the words Liu Hanyue said during the day kept appearing in his mind.

When she learned the news that Jiang Ci and Wei Yang were engaged, it was impossible for her to remain indifferent.

But instead of letting him face her death with the memory, it is better to forget the past and start his life again. It can be seen that Wei Yang really likes him. If they get married, the eldest princess will completely turn to Jiang Ci, and their chances of returning to Beijing will be greater.

Although she didn't like Old Feng's autocratic behavior, what he said did make sense. An emperor cannot be sentimental. Her existence would become Jiang Ci's weakness. After he came to Beijing, not only would she be unable to help him, but she would also be a burden to him. This was not the result she wanted.

It would be better for her to give up the thought as soon as possible. She could live the rest of her life in Xinyang Prefecture and take this opportunity to do more within her ability. At least she could help him with food and money. When he sits on the throne, her mission of supporting him will be accomplished.

With a light sigh, Yan Shu forced herself not to think about these trivial things anymore. She had more important things to do.

When Yan Shu fell asleep, the half-open window was gently pushed open, and a dark shadow nimbly turned over and entered the room.

He stood in front of the window and looked around the room in the moonlight outside, his cold eyes finally falling on the sleeping person.

The woman was lying on her side facing the door, wearing only a moon-colored suspender nightgown. The length of the skirt just reached her knees, revealing a pair of straight calves. Even though there was only dim light in the room, her skin still looked like snow.

Jiang Ci stood there for a long time, his cold eyes filled with inquiry.

He didn't know why he ran to a woman's boudoir late at night, but he was there now.

He walked to the table and sat down, resting his elbows on the table to support his forehead, staring quietly at the woman's soft face. Although it was a completely unfamiliar face, he had an urge to get closer to her.

Those people I met recently said that he used to like her very much. Even though he has lost his memory now, his heart beats faster when he sees her, so what they said is true. He must have loved his sister-in-law terribly before.

His eyes quickly swept over Yan Shu's exposed snow-white arms, and his brows slightly frowned. His sister-in-law's dress was a little too... bold.

He stood up and walked to the bed, reached out to cover her with the thin blanket that had slipped to the side, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was suddenly attracted by the white jade bracelet on Yan Shu's wrist.

This is a relic left by his mother. He actually gave it to her before he lost his memory?