Parents are busy farming

Everyone else was worried about Ye Zifen's condition, but surprisingly, Ye Yongwang and the people living by the sea were not worried at all.

Caravans still come and go as usual, and their frequency is even increasing.

It can even be said that the entire caravan was divided into several teams, not including the three teams on the sea.

A large number of skilled craftsmen have already set out for the vast grassland.

Although they knew nothing about the specific affairs that Ye Zifen was currently engaged in, all the items, required materials and specific personnel that Ye Zifen requested to be brought back through the caravan were delivered to the grassland without exception.

At this moment, Ye Zining and Lu Zili were extremely busy and did not even have a chance to breathe.

All the capable personnel he had carefully trained over the years were drawn away by Ye Zifen.

Faced with such a situation, the two of them were helpless. With no other choice, they had to recruit more disciples and cultivate new talent from scratch.

People from my hometown and those familiar shops were mobilized one after another, and the originally quiet town suddenly became bustling.

It has to be admitted that as time goes by, wealth has been pouring into this place like a tide.

The days of being short of money and living in poverty are gone forever, and now everyone has more and more money in their hands.

They are no longer worried and nervous like they were in previous years.

Caravans came from afar with vigorous steps, and the crisp sound of horse hooves echoed on the wide road, like a passionate symphony.

Each horse is carrying heavy cargo, which not only represents material abundance, but also carries people's ardent expectations for a better life.

On the vast grassland, the breeze blows gently, making a rustling sound, and the sound of the wind seems to be conveying some mysterious and unknown message intentionally or unintentionally.

Perhaps only those who are sharp and intelligent can grasp the mystery.

Everything that Ye Zifen had carefully planned was like a boundless giant net, spreading out silently but unwaveringly.

Ye Zining, standing on the training ground at this time, was full of confidence.

Although he felt a little tired, his eyes were shining with longing and yearning for a better future.

It seems like we have gone back to a few years ago, when things were like this and life was getting better and better.

The newly recruited young apprentices looked around curiously.

They have just arrived and are still young and immature, trying hard to find a place of their own in this busy world.

The guys in the shop in my hometown are even more busy, constantly shuttling back and forth in the store to provide thoughtful and meticulous service to customers.

Their foreheads were covered with sweat and their clothes were already soaked with sweat, but no one complained and everyone was fully devoted to their work.

Even the folks in my hometown are working tirelessly at this moment, working together to cooperate with the development of various affairs without any complaints.

Undoubtedly, under this circumstance, there was only one person who was not worried about Ye Zifen at all, and that person was the Emperor.

At this moment, the emperor in the palace received a message sent by the emperor emeritus, which simply asked him to send several princes to the vast grassland.

The Emperor was puzzled as to why the Retired Emperor valued Ye Zifen so much, so he went to the palace where the Retired Emperor lived in person, hoping to meet him in person and find out the truth.

However, the result was the same as before. The emperor did not meet the emperor, but only sent a eunuch to convey his message to the emperor: the current vigorous development and gradual recovery of the grassland is a vivid portrayal of the entire Great Xia Dynasty. The purpose of sending the princes there is to give them a severe test and to broaden their horizons and gain more knowledge.

Faced with such a brief message, the emperor was full of doubts, but ultimately failed to obtain a more detailed explanation from it.

In desperation, the emperor had to return to his own palace full of suspicion.

After entering the bedroom, the emperor sat alone in front of the couch, lost in deep thought for a long time.

After careful consideration, the emperor finally decided to send two princes to the grassland.

There is no doubt that this team includes Princess Anle’s eldest brother.

At first, his name was not on the list, but then things took an unexpected turn.

It turned out that the imperial concubine who was deeply favored by the emperor came in person to plead with the emperor. She hoped to let her beloved son go with the team.

The imperial concubine was crying like the pear blossoms in the rain, and her crying was as lovable as that of the pear blossoms in the rain. She confided to the emperor in a moving voice her son's lofty ambitions and her inner eagerness for this journey.

The emperor looked at the pitiful and affectionate concubine in front of him and couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

In the end, the emperor could not resist the concubine's pleading and agreed to her request.

When the day of departure arrived, the two noble princes appeared in everyone's sight, each carrying a heavy bag.

Under the respectful and concerned gazes of many subjects, they resolutely embarked on this long journey to the vast grassland.

At this moment, from the depths of the eyes of these two princes, one can clearly see two completely different emotions intertwined: on the one hand, there is the infinite longing and expectation for the unknown world ahead; on the other hand, there is the spontaneous attachment and reluctance for being about to leave the familiar palace.

This complex emotion made their steps appear firm yet slightly hesitant, as if every step carried a heavy weight.

When the retired emperor learned that his two grandsons had passed away, only a barely perceptible sneer appeared on his weather-beaten face, accompanied by a cold snort.

The cold snort seemed to have traveled through a long and deep tunnel of time, carrying with it an endless sense of vicissitudes and a heart-pounding aura of indifference, slowly spreading in the air.

The emperor sat steadily on the intricately carved, magnificent chair with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, leaning back slightly, exuding an aura of majesty without even being angry.

However, there was not even a trace of emotion in his eyes as deep as the sea, which were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

At this moment, his gaze passed through the open window and reached the distant sky. He seemed to be lost in distant memories, and seemed indifferent to everything that happened recently.