My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

Therefore, this former scholar who had won the imperial examination in the imperial examination had things delivered from Guandong to the Duke's Mansion in the capital every month of the year. Most of them were things that were easy to store, such as hazelnuts, pine nuts, cashews, and there was even one time when he sent several free-range chickens. The whole Chunhe Hall was in a state of bumper harvest, and there was no sign of chaos.

Her mother-in-law, Mrs. Xie, was very dissatisfied and asked her to copy Buddhist scriptures for several days.

At that time, she wanted to be a good wife and mother. A few years before her marriage, Pei Huaizhi was away from the capital due to an external assignment. She managed the entire Duke's Mansion in order, but she was still worried that Pei Huaizhi would misunderstanding her.

So Song Qingcheng sent several letters to Guandong according to the address sent, but it still did not stop Li Cheng's enthusiasm.

Seeing that Li Cheng did not do anything else, she asked her mother to adopt him as her adopted son and address him as her brother in order to avoid trouble.

Guandong is far away from Shangjing, separated by Shanhaiguan, so the two families did not have much intersection except for the exchange of some items. Although they were familiar strangers, they inexplicably had a sense of concern similar to that of kinship.

Later, Li Cheng never came to the capital again, and the Song family was disbanded because of the issue of military power. Of course, she was not spared. With all this, she died of illness in the spring of that year, just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.

After that, she had no idea what her past life was like.

She didn't expect that when she started over again, she would meet Li Cheng so early.

In this life, many things are the same, but also many things are different, but the same things seem to be all happening ahead of schedule. Pei Huaizhi was promoted to the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue ahead of schedule, Xie Wan Ning became the prince's concubine, and the same is true for Li Cheng today.

"lady?"

Li Cheng waved his hand in front of Song Qingcheng, reminding the person who had been staring at him motionlessly. He felt as if she was looking through him into another world, but this actually gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Li Cheng couldn't help but think, could this be what it means to be friends at first sight?

Song Qingcheng came back to her senses, secretly annoyed at herself for losing her mind, smiled apologetically and said, "It's just that I feel that you are quite similar to an old friend from a long time ago."

"My wife and I actually have the same feeling. It's a bit abrupt, but now I feel that my wife is like my sister."

It was definitely not a good idea to do it in public, especially next to the Suzaku Bridge.

She invited Li Cheng to the private room of the tavern to chat, and Li Cheng happily went.

After entering the private room, Song Qingcheng was still struggling over whether she should think of a reason to let Li Cheng return to Guandong early, so as to avoid the incident of being beaten with a hundred boards in Yongchang Palace.

There were many changes in this life, and she couldn't guarantee that she could save his life again.

But another voice told him that if he respected the fate of others and disclosed the secrets privately, his karma would not disappear but would only backfire on him in another way.

Li Cheng on the opposite side was very happy, as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

She finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Li, how do you feel about going to the capital?"

After she finished speaking, she picked up the cup of tea in front of her and sipped it, seemingly without meaning to.

If it weren't for the fact that Li Cheng is a simple person, he would answer whatever others asked him.

He closed his eyes slightly and sniffed the air. "In this Shangjing City, even the air is filled with prosperity and noble smells. It's really dazzling."

He continued, "There is nothing bad about the capital, and nothing good about it. The rich are feasting and drinking, while the poor are freezing to death on the streets. It is better to go home and farm. I hope that one day, I can use my hands to make sure that the people of the Wei Dynasty can eat white flour buns and rice."

The scholar opposite said this at the right time, his face full of enthusiasm. No one would doubt that this was a lie. Moreover, in her previous life, she had seen how big the potatoes and sweet potatoes were, and how fragrant the rice was that Li Cheng sent her. She thought he must be a good farmer.

"I believe in you. Even if you can't become a young man wearing a flower in front of the emperor, you will be a top scholar in farming!"

Hearing this, Li Cheng's eyes sparkled, and he excitedly asked for confirmation. For a moment, he even forgot to use honorifics, "Really? Do you believe me?"

he asked, pointing his finger at his nose.

Song Qingcheng nodded and gestured to Dongmei. Dongmei stepped forward, bent down and listened to the instructions.

Song Qingcheng whispered a few words, and Dongmei asked in surprise, "Miss, not Madam, are you sure that this is the money for our payment for today's goods, and you just gave it to someone you've only known for an hour?"

It is inevitable that Dongmei has doubts. After all, Dongmei doesn't know the relationship between her and Li Cheng in her previous life.

Song Qingcheng patted Dongmei's hand to comfort her, "It's okay!"

Seeing that Song Qingcheng insisted, Dongmei took out a silver note worth one thousand taels from a cloth bag and handed it to her.

Song Qingcheng took it and pushed it directly in front of Li Cheng.

"Master Li!"

Li Cheng was puzzled and subconsciously stood up from the stool, wondering how the girl in front of him could be so careless. "Madam, what do you mean?" There was a slight tremor in his voice. Besides, he didn't seem to be short of money.

Song Qingcheng covered her lips and chuckled. If others saw so much silver, they would probably be dazzled. But the scholar in front of her, on the other hand, would try to avoid it.

"Mr. Li, don't worry. I'm not giving you this money for nothing. It's recorded in the Four Directions that the land in Guandong is fertile and dark black, which is most suitable for growing crops. So I saw that you look kind, and I want you to help me buy some land in Guandong for farming. Since you love farming, you can go ahead and farm. I can split the profits with you 60% and 40% respectively. How do you think?"

Song Qingcheng grew up in Shangjing City. What she knew about places like Guandong and Lingnan in the Wei Dynasty was that they were cold and barren places where guilty officials in the court were exiled.

So even though she had read records of the two places in Sifangquzhi, she still subconsciously felt that the two places were bitter and cold, so she naturally thought that Li Cheng came to Beijing to make a living, and when he graduated from high school, it would be his day to make a name for himself and he would be able to get married.

Upon hearing this, Li Cheng said frankly, "My family has a small piece of land, and I don't want to use Madam's money to buy a piece of land. After all..."

Song Qingcheng didn't expect Li Cheng to refuse, "Mr. Li, you are unwilling to help!"

"Not really. The main reason is that there is no extra land in my hometown."

"How could it be? Could it be that it was occupied by the powerful families just like Jiangnan and other places?"

"no no no"

Li Cheng waved his hands again and again, "Because my family already has thousands of acres of fertile land."

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingcheng actually choked on her tea.

Ten thousand acres of fertile land!

She has a narrow vision and fails to recognize the great man!

It turns out he is the landlord’s stupid son!