Walking into a cesspit, the best evil widow wants to stand up

Although he was reluctant to leave, he considered that Zhou Mansion was very far away from Heyang, and he was also bringing his granddaughter with him, so there would be many inconveniences on the road and he couldn't run fast.

If calculated at this rate, it would take at least three days to reach the provincial capital no matter how fast or slow they rushed, so Dong couldn't help but urge them.

"Hao'er, we can't delay any longer." Dong said to Xu Hao in a low voice.

Of course Xu Hao also knew that Dong was anxious. Now that he had passed the examination and became a scholar, he no longer had to go to Deyi Academy. He could return to the provincial capital and find another teacher to continue his studies.

However, thinking that he might not be able to come back for some time after this trip, he also understood Mo Ru's reluctance.

I could only patiently say to Dong: "Mom, wait a little longer!"

Prefect Xu said, "Alright, no need to rush. Wait a little longer. It won't cause any trouble if you delay for a little while."

Since her husband said so, Mrs. Dong said nothing more.

Mo Ru watched his in-laws talking to Xu Hao, then glanced over here, probably guessing what Dong was thinking.

Lian held Mo Ru's hand and said earnestly, "Now you are someone else's wife and the mother of a child. Don't be willful in doing anything. Think twice before you act. Don't let others say that our family education is not good.

"Okay, it's getting late. Tell your father that you should leave too. Don't keep your in-laws waiting too long." As she spoke, Lian picked up her handkerchief and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Mom, I get it. But you and Dad, you must take good care of yourselves when I'm not at home." Seeing Lian wiping her tears, Mo Ru's eyes also turned red.

"Don't worry, Miss. Wu Tong and I will take good care of the Madam and the Master. As for you, I'm not by your side, so you must take good care of yourself~" Jianqiu, who was standing aside, also had red eyes from crying.

"Alright, alright. This is a happy day. What's the big deal?" Mr. Mo came over with a frown on his face. He was actually reluctant to let her go, but he just didn't want to make his daughter worry.

"Dad, you are old now and your body is not as good as before. You must take good care of yourself."

"Okay, Dad gets it. Your mother and I are doing fine even though you haven't been home for some time." Mr. Mo comforted.

The couple escorted them out of the gate. Prefect Xu stopped, turned back and said with a smile, "Please stay, in-laws."

Dong took Lian's hand and consoled her, "Don't worry, dear. I will ask Xu Hao to bring Mo Ru back in a while."

Although she was reluctant, she had to say goodbye. Lian watched the carriage until it disappeared from sight before she slowly withdrew her gaze.

"Madam, let's go in first. There are guests waiting!" Jianqiu reminded.

Mr. Mo nodded: "Hmm~ Jianqiu is right, Madam, let's go in."

"it is good!"

Now, Mo Ru finally got married, and married the person she loved. This also put an end to Lian Shi's worries. Compared with having no name or status before, she finally felt relieved.

Ever since the day Mo Ru got married, Si Ya mentioned Shenyang. Er Ya has been thinking about it these days and doesn’t know how she is doing in the capital.

The new emperor had ascended the throne a long time ago. Logically, he should have finished his work, but there was no letter for a long time. Without any news from him, Arya felt increasingly lonely.

He could only focus his energy on work, busy in the workshop day and night, and looked much thinner.

Shen Ping saw it and was anxious. Last time she mentioned it to Xu Fuyin, he also said that there was no news about him yet. However, he said that he would ask someone to help inquire about it, but there is still no news.

Shen Ping could no longer sit still. What on earth was going on in Shenyang? The situation in the capital should have been a foregone conclusion.

Even if he couldn't come back so soon, he wouldn't have written to her at all! He had said at the beginning that he would come back to marry Mo Ru after he finished this matter.

Could it be that something has changed? Thinking of this, Shen Ping's heart was beating fast.

But there is no other way. I can only wait. After all, there is no other way at the moment.

It is May now. It started to rain before the Qingming Festival and has been raining continuously since then. The weather is much colder than in previous years.

The seedlings have grown stronger these days, and everyone is surprised to find that the same fertilizer and management are working.

Compared with traditional seedlings, the advantages of this high-yield rice variety are becoming more and more obvious. Not only does it have more tillers, but it is also thicker and taller, and has fewer insect pests.

The rice seedlings are growing well. It looks like they will begin to head in a few days.

Last year, drought resulted in a total loss of harvest, but this year, these high-yield rice seeds have given the villagers hope again. Everyone is taking care of the seedlings as carefully as if they were their own children.

If these rice seedlings can really produce 1000 kilograms per mu as Shen Ping said, then in addition to paying taxes, everyone will not only have enough food to eat, but will also have surplus food.

Those who did not believe in this rice seed at the beginning now stamp their feet and beat their chests. Shen Ping would take a ruler and take a walk around the fields every few days.

I took a notebook and carefully recorded the growth of the rice seedlings, each fertilization, when to start digging furrows, etc.

These are all for the purpose of vigorously promoting the experiments in the future. Shen Ping does not want to be the second Yuan Lao. She hopes to have enough food to eat but does not want other villagers to go hungry.

He still understands the principle that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.

As usual, Shen Ping went to the field to measure the rice today and was surprised to find that the rice seedlings were growing particularly fast today, three centimeters longer than yesterday, and had entered the three-leaf stage.

Although the rice seedlings are growing well now, I don't know what the rice ears will look like in the future. The rice ears grown in the black soil of the space are so long and numerous that the rice stalks are bent.

According to a rough estimate, the yield per mu of space black soil can reach about 2000 kilograms. However, compared with the space black soil, the land in the outside world is not as fertile as the black soil.

Shen Ping plans to lower her expectations. As long as this rice seed can grow to a yield of 1000 kilograms per mu, it will be much better than traditional rice seeds.

Based on the yield of 1000 jin per mu, Shen Ping's 20 mu of land can produce jin of rice. Shen Ping plans to sell the rice seeds to the court, but this matter still needs to be discussed with Xu Mingchang.

An innocent man may be guilty unless he possesses a treasure. If he is not careful, he may be convicted.

"Mother Dachun, what are you doing? You're holding a ruler. I thought someone was sabotaging us. I was so scared!" A voice interrupted Shen Ping's thoughts.

Shen Ping turned her head and saw that it was Zhuzi's mother. She was pale and patting her chest, looking really frightened.

Shen Ping couldn't help but burst out laughing. She was really shot even when she was lying down. She even scared Zhuzi's mother in her own field.

Shen Ping smiled: "So it's Zhuzi's mother! I'm so sorry to scare you. I'll measure it and see how much it can grow in a day."

"Why is it so strange? We have to measure it with a ruler!" Zhuzi's mother muttered softly, looking at Shen Ping with a puzzled look, then shook her head and walked away.

Seeing the look in Zhuzi's mother's eyes, Shen Ping probably thought that she was mentally disturbed. It was estimated that within half a day, everyone in Kaoshan Village knew that she was using a ruler to measure the rice seedlings.