After the villains heard my voice, they all lost their composure.

Does Yongchang want to escape?

He had no such thoughts at all and was still enjoying it.

And he also believed that what her princess said was true. If he was gone, the princess might be a little sad, but she would also pack up valuable items and run away with people without stopping.

He understood this approach. Based on his previous neglect of the princess, how could he expect her to follow him to death?

What we can do now is to be more attentive and strive not to die early but to live longer.

He was sure that as long as he was around, the princess would not think of running away.

"You didn't mean to have a good rest, why are you so busy again?"

Seeing that he was busy again, Yan Mu'an was a little curious. Yongchang smiled half-seriously and said: "If you don't work harder, what if you can't cover the princess in the future?"

Yan Mu'an gave him a thumbs up, "If you have the consciousness, I think you can achieve great things."

"It's hard to disappoint the princess."

"Then you work hard, and I will also discuss the next arrangements with Manager Hua, and I will help you no matter what."

Yan Mu'an turned around with a smile, and seeing her brisk steps, Yong Chang continued to look down at the defense map on the table, and then called someone in to answer.

The visitor had been there for a while and was hiding in the dark.

"Your Majesty, the person has been properly accommodated. The wound on the other person's body is quite deep, and he was poisoned. He has tried his best to treat it. The doctor means that he can only give strong medicine, but the strong medicine will hurt the body. If it is used, the other person may not survive. Too many years.”

Yong Chang raised his eyes and said, "Just take the medicine and I'll make sure you won't die within five years."

The visitor quickly retreated like a ghost. Yongchang continued to look at the defense map in his hand and circled one of the areas with his pen.

On the third day after the death of the third prince Tiansheng, Yongchang, who had not been out in recent days, took her princess out of the city because Yan Muan said she wanted to see the spring scenery outside the city and stopped by to see how Xishui Village was doing.

The spring was full of fresh green, which was particularly pleasing to the eye. Yan Muan admired it along the way, stopped and stopped in the carriage, and commented from time to time, "Apart from the fact that the road here is difficult, the scenery is really good."

But no matter how good it is, there is not much development.

Walking to the foot of a mountain, I looked around, "I think this place is fairly flat, and there are hundreds of acres of land that could be reclaimed, right?"

Yongchang said yes, "Brother Huang is already working on this matter. Recently, refugees have been resettled to open up wasteland. A small village can be formed in such a place. A family can plant a few acres of land and be able to make ends meet throughout the year." "

"It's still missing."

Yan Mu'an remembers that a former colleague of hers said that her family of three together had less than one acre of dry land and one acre of paddy field, but they couldn't finish the food in a year. Firstly, it was high yield; secondly, the policy was good and there was no grain tax; thirdly, there was no food tax. It's because the living conditions are good and they eat less, so they can't eat all the food produced on that land.

But none of the three conditions in front of me are met. The yield is low, with an output of no more than 300 kilograms per acre. The grain tax is not low. The food conditions are not good. If there is no oil or water in the stomach, there will be more to eat.

If you want to have more food to eat, you have to have more land, but a person's physical strength is limited. How many acres of land can he cultivate?

"After all, the output is still low."

Thanks to Grandpa Yuan for making her rich for so many years, she often threw away the leftovers to feed the chickens.

Yongchang thought for a while and finally spoke, "My mother-in-law is extremely talented in managing fields. The yield of the land under the princess's name is half higher than that of ordinary land. Last year, the yield per mu was more than 400 kilograms."

Yan Muan turned to look at him, then smiled and patted his shoulder, "I understand what you mean, you want a way to rule the land."

"The key is that I don't know either. I'll ask my cousin to ask for it later."

Yongchang said "Hmm", and the two of them stopped getting on the carriage and just walked along the official road, listening to the gurgling stream and smelling the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

Xishui Village has changed a lot. Before I got close, I heard bursts of noise. The ground that was once entangled with vines has been deeply plowed, and the fresh soil is exposed to the air. If you look around, you can see that rows of neat wheat seedlings have broken through the ground. Outside, there are several square patches of land growing green vegetables.

In front of a row of tents, there are old people working hard, with bamboo strips moving flexibly in their hands, apparently weaving baskets; there is a woman squatting in the field, as if weeding, with baskets filled with grass next to her; there is a man Pushing the wood down the mountain, the wood rolled to the ground, hit a row of wooden piles and stopped, and the men at the bottom of the mountain carried the wood away...

Walking into the village, the wind brought not only the smell of green grass and earth, but also the smell of pig manure, "Sister Zhou's pigs have been raised?"

"After raising them, Zhou Wu helped to buy piglets, and also bought two sows and a pig. Zhou Wu is quite interested in this place and runs here whenever he has free time."

"That's right. It's her sister who's in charge here."

Seeing Sister Zhou coming here from a distance, the busy people in the village also put down their work and followed. Yan Mu'an sighed, "Look, it's also delaying other people's work."

"The princess is here?"

"I've met the prince."

Sister Zhou was thinner and more energetic than before. Seeing these people running over, she knelt on the ground and quickly got them up. She said: "I have some free time today, so I just wanted to see how everyone is doing. Your Majesty and Prince are also here." I’m quite concerned about it.”

There was a good man who smiled like a child and said, "To the princess, we are all doing well."

"Yes, yes, our new house is being built. We will be able to move into the house in two months. There are also rich and kind people in the city who have given us some tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans. Pen, we are going to live a good life."

"I also raise chickens, which are all kept together. When our house is built, we will divide the chickens. We also collect herbs for the medicine shop in the city, and there is income..."

Everyone talked about the good life they were living now. Although their life was still miserable in Yan Muan's eyes, compared with the streets they lived in before, they were living the good life they longed for. After all, this place allowed them I saw hope and had a vision for the future life.

Yan Mu'an looked at a bamboo fence not far away, with some hay drying on it. It must be their herbal medicine. He smiled and said: "I still underestimate you. How long has it been since you started living a better life? Wait until this year This will be a nice little village in the summer. I think it’s a good place with good mountains and water.”

"When the winter is less busy this year, we will dig a well in the village. Although there will be water coming down from the mountain, it is just a precaution."

At this moment, the men on the mountain also came down, knelt down and kowtowed, and stood aside happily. Sister Zhou pointed at a strong man and said: "Princess, this is Li Dayong, the newly elected villager of our Xishui Village. He is capable of doing it. Now he is leading people to cut trees on the mountain. When some of the trees on the top of the mountain are cut down, we will open up wasteland on the mountain. The lord of the Yamen promised us that if the trees are cut on the mountain, it will be our own."