I'm reborn, so it's not too much to kill the one who traveled through the book, right?

After the autumn harvest, although Changsheng did not do any heavy work, he ran back and forth outside for a long time and got a lot of tan.

After the farmers paid the rent, Changsheng was busy recruiting people from the farm to help dry the grain.

The farm that was purchased first and the farm that was originally in the mansion produced the most grain.

As for the farm that was bought later, it was considered good enough for the farmers to fill their stomachs with the grain from the fields.

Therefore, Shen Rong waived the rent for the other two farms.

Needless to say, the farmers from the other two villages were delighted to hear this.

When Changsheng was drying the grain, he asked Shen Rong to take out all the wet rice he had saved before and mix it with the new rice to dry together.

In this way, a lot of the food that had been piled up in Shen Rong's space was finally emptied, but there was still a lot of wheat left.

There was very little wheat planted on the farm and the harvest was not very good, so Shen Rong did not harvest it like she did rice.

It saves a lot of trouble.

At worst, I can just dry it in the yard later!

After collecting the grain, Shen Rong did not sell any of it, but took it all to the Pingyang Marquis' Mansion.

The mansion is large, with many houses. If we clean up a few courtyards, the housing and food will be good.

When Changsheng was bringing the grain into the mansion one after another, news of a flood in the south spread from somewhere, causing panic among the people in the capital.

If it were in the past, no one would care if the disaster had not befallen them.

However, due to a drought in the spring, during the autumn harvest, not only did the surrounding people not receive any grain, but even the farms of the nobles did not harvest much grain.

If the imperial court collects grain at that time, the price of grain in the capital will only be higher!

It’s not a big deal for the noble families, but for the ordinary people, it is undoubtedly adding insult to injury.

Soon, Shen Rong heard from Mrs. Zhou Er that the court had begun to prepare food and money for disaster relief, and there was a huge argument in the court over the issue of disaster relief.

First, there is the issue of money, then there is the issue of food, and then there is the issue of who should provide disaster relief…

After hearing what Mrs. Zhou Er said, Shen Rong's mind moved slightly.

Changsheng was so stubborn that after the rice in the space was cleared out, he started planting rice in the space every day again.

Yes, every day.

The land in the space is extremely easy to cultivate. No grass grows and it can grow just by sowing seeds.

Changsheng cultivated a large field and scattered a few grains of rice on the field every night. The next night, a field of rice grew.

Then spend most of the hour every day harvesting.

This cycle repeats every day. Although Changsheng does farm work every day, that farm work is like physical exercise for Changsheng.

Changsheng planted crops every day and got used to it.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Although Changsheng didn't say it, she knew that he was using his own method to prove that he was useful.

Therefore, even though the straw piles in the space were as big as mountains, Shen Rong did not stop Changsheng from farming.

But, hiding in there and farming for the whole life is not the same thing.

"Sister Qianqian, do you think that if my husband donates money and grain to the court at this time, will the emperor allow my husband to inherit the title?" Shen Rong pondered for a moment and finally couldn't help but say.

Madam Zhou Er's eyes lit up. "Your idea is not bad! As long as your Gong family takes the lead, other noble families will have to pay a little. This way, it will also help the emperor relieve his worries."

Shen Rong sighed, "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Sister Qianqian for this matter."

Madam Zhou Er rolled her eyes at Shen Rong, "Do we really need to be so distant with each other? Don't worry, I understand what my sister means. I will take care of this matter and I promise to do it beautifully for you!"

Mrs. Zhou Er immediately thought of who to ask for help.

She really wanted to help Shen Rong. Regardless of what kind of person she was, the shop that Shen Rong opened with her could earn her so much money every month, so she should give something back.

This is the way to interact with people, only taking in and not giving out, and it is the long-term solution.

"Thank you so much, sister!"

Shen Rong was relieved when she saw Mrs. Zhou Er agreed immediately. Mrs. Zhou Er could agree so readily, which obviously meant that this matter was easy for her. In that case, she would just accept it.

"Just how much does sister plan to donate? At least I have an idea." Mrs. Zhou Er looked at Shen Rong's expression.

Everyone in the capital knew that the Gong family was a poor family.

Although she knew that Shen Rong should have made some money in the past few months, the Gong family was still not well off.

First find out how much Shen Rong plans to donate.

If it was too little, she wouldn't make too big a scene; if it was a lot, she would just do it beautifully.

Shen Rong thought for a moment and said, "Let me go back and discuss with my husband how much we can donate. We'll have to wait until tomorrow to discuss in detail."

Mrs. Tuesday: "Then I will wait for news from my sister."

In the evening, Changsheng and his two children sat side by side on a straw mat at the edge of the field and ate fruit.

Shen Rong told Changsheng about her plan.

After hearing this, Changsheng was silent for a moment. "It's a good thing that these grains can help others, but is it that easy to inherit the title?"

What Changsheng didn’t say is, isn’t this the same as spending money to buy a title?

Shen Rong was silent for a moment, "It doesn't matter whether it is or not, you have to let the emperor see you and know you, then you will have a chance."

If it were in the past, when Changsheng's brain was not yet fully recovered, she would not care whether Changsheng could inherit the title or serve as a servant.

But now Changsheng has his own ideas, or his own ambitions.

At the beginning, she had not discovered immortality.

Until the morning of the day before yesterday, Pingping went to practice martial arts with Changsheng.

She woke up early that day and thought that since she had nothing to do, she would go over to see what the father and son practiced so early every day.

The Pingyang Marquis Mansion was founded on martial arts, and there is a martial arts training hall in the mansion.

Ever since Changsheng and Pingping started to learn martial arts, Shen Rong renovated the martial arts hall and provided space for Changsheng to practice martial arts.

When Shen Rong stepped into the martial arts hall, she looked up and saw Changsheng with a serious expression, holding a heavy gun in his hand, and showing off his power.

Shen Rong was stunned.

She had never seen such longevity.

Holding a spear, he stabbed or poked, his body was as agile as a dragon, and he moved forward bravely with the spear in hand.

At that moment, she seemed to see a majestic general fighting a desperate battle with the enemy.

At that moment, Shen Rong understood that this kind of life was not what Changsheng wanted in his heart.

Therefore, when Mrs. Zhou mentioned the flood in the south of the Yangtze River, she immediately thought of donating money and grain.

After hearing what Shen Rong said, Changsheng hugged Shen Rong in his arms.

Pingping and Anan looked at each other, and both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Daddy is like this, always sticking to Mommy, and I don’t know who is the one who hasn’t grown up, alas!

Pingping straightened his chest, feeling that the responsibility on his shoulders had become heavier.

The second house of the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion.

Mrs. Zhou Er and Zhou Minglang were lying on the bed and also talked about donations.

"Mrs. Gong said that we can donate money or grain. From the way she said it, it must be a lot.

What do you think if I ask the Queen Mother to hold a banquet? Then we and the Gong family will take the lead in donating money. If the Queen Mother gives the order, even the Emperor will have no way to stop the Gong family from inheriting the title."

The more Mrs. Tuesday thought about it, the more she felt that her idea was brilliant.