Reborn as a bride, pretending to be virtuous, the prince held his waist and regretted

"Then I'll have to trouble Eunuch Xu." Zhou Jin agreed. This was the person appointed by His Majesty. He was His Majesty's confidant and valued corn more than he did.

Zhou Da and Eunuch Xu took the only survivor back and interrogated him.

Eunuch Xu left two Jinlin Guards here to guard the bodies of the assassins.

Eunuch Xu tried every possible means but failed to find out who the mastermind was. The other party just refused to confess. He could only send him to the Jinlinwei Yamen tomorrow for a final decision.

Wang Shiwen heard some unusual movements on the farm at night. Just as he was about to go out to find out what was going on, he saw that there was a fire in the threshing ground. He was so scared that his face turned pale.

"Dachun, you...you go and take a look?" Wang Shiwen had just taken a step forward, but then retracted his foot.

Dachun was also afraid of death, but since the master had asked him to do so, he had no choice but to go. "Master, then you should hide well. It's best to stand behind the door. If someone rushes into the room, they won't be able to find you behind the door."

Wang Shiwen thought this made sense, but when he thought about how dangerous it would be for his trusted follower to go out, he couldn't help but remind him, "I know. You should be careful too. Don't rush forward foolishly. Just hide outside and find out. If you can't find out, it doesn't matter. Don't risk your life."

Dachun was very touched when he heard his master say this, "Master, I understand."

Dachun did understand it and actually implemented it.

He didn't even leave the yard. He walked to the gate, heard the shouting and screaming outside, and hid in the gatehouse.

Dachun trembled as he took out two taels of silver and handed it to the doorman, Old Man Chen. "Uncle Chen, I...I'll hide here with you for a while. If the young master asks, just say I went out at night."

When Old Man Chen heard this, he smiled, took the silver without hesitation and put it in his pocket, "Your young master is the same. In the middle of the night, I asked you to get the news, and I'm not afraid that you will die outside. I estimate that there are no less than 30 people outside."

He had just been standing on the gate tower and saw two groups of people.

If the Crown Prince and his wife had not been at home, he would have rushed out with his crescent-shaped sword and attacked people.

But even if he doesn't go, I believe that with the abilities of the old guys in the village and the younger ones, they can catch those people.

Hearing so many people, Dachun was shocked, "More than 30 people? Will they attack us?"

Seeing Dachun trembling with fear, Old Man Chen smiled and patted Dachun on the back with his big hand, "Look how scared you are. Don't worry, if you really come here, I will block it for you!"

After saying this, he took out his crescent-shaped sword.

Seeing this, Dachun breathed a sigh of relief. "These people are really something. Why are they not sleeping at night and making trouble? From what I heard, it should be the threshing ground. There is corn over there. Will it be burned?"

"No!" Old Man Chen answered affirmatively, "We have considered all aspects before. Even if all the firewood stacks on the threshing ground are burned, the corn piles will not be burned. On the contrary, those people, since they are here, should not go back."

Dachun, who was about to breathe a sigh of relief after hearing what Old Man Chen said, shrank his head in fear when he saw Old Man Chen laughing fiercely under the oil lamp, revealing his sharp white teeth.

Dachun said nothing and sat obediently on the stool, waiting for someone to report.

Finally, half an hour later, someone came to report. Dachun got the news from them and hurried back to report.

When he reached the door, Wang Shiwen heard a knock on it. "Who?"

"Sir, it's me, Dachun." Dachun responded, pretending to be out of breath, and smeared some ash from the oil lamp in the gatehouse on his face and clothes, and put some water on his forehead.

Wang Shiwen quickly opened the door, lit the oil lamp, and asked hurriedly: "What's going on?"

Dachun answered in detail: "There are two groups of people who want to burn the corn. Some are going to the fields, and some are in the threshing ground..."

Wang Shiwen was shocked. "Who wants to burn the corn? Who wants to destroy the high-yield crops?"

Dachun was very smart, and answered without hesitation: "Of course it's the people who don't want to see the high-yield corn harvest and promotion! The people of our Kangguo are well fed and clothed, and the army is strong and powerful. No one wants to bully our Kangguo."

Wang Shiwen gently stroked the stubble on his chin and said, "That makes sense. The stronger our Kangguo is, the more terrified the surrounding barbarian countries will be. After all, with a strong army and strong horses, they will be more likely to look for trouble when they have nothing to do."

Dachun scratched his head and asked again: "Sir, some people suspect that it was the Nanyi who did it, but the other group of people seems to be our Kangguo people. Who in the country doesn't want to promote high-yield corn?"

Wang Shiwen's pupils shrank when he heard this, "Could it be..."

"Sir, who is it?" Dachun asked hurriedly.

"Yes..." Wang Shiwen shook his head. He couldn't say anything without any evidence. "Let's not make random guesses about this matter, lest we get into trouble. However, we have to pretend to be very angry and furious outside, understand?"

Dachun was startled, then he understood what was going on, "Yes, sir, I understand."

Wang Shiwen only wanted to gain credit, but didn't want to get involved in those dangerous fights. He had already tasted the bitter fruit of his last "attack on the traitors".

If he acted on impulse again, his father would depose him as the heir and train his second brother instead.

Only by keeping yourself safe can you be safe.

As for who wanted to burn the corn, he was too lazy to look for it.

After figuring this out, Wang Shiwen quickly lay back on the bed and fell asleep. After all, he had worked hard during the day and it was very tiring. Perhaps His Majesty would come over tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

He must work hard with full spirit and try to leave a good impression in front of His Majesty.

The next morning, Eunuch Xu angrily took the bodies, the interrogation results, and Zhou Jin's memorial to the city.

In addition, most of the Jinlinwei were left here, and they never left the corn.

Having not slept well the previous night, Gu Xiling kept dozing off. After breakfast, she returned to her room and took a nap.

As for Zhou Jin, he was concerned about the corn, so he had someone carry him to a big tree beside the threshing ground so that he could watch everyone work.

On the contrary, the farmers on the farm were talking and laughing, and they were not afraid at all even though some of them were injured and bleeding yesterday.

"Mr. Li, aren't you worried?" Zhou Jin asked the old man Li who was sitting next to him.

Old man Li smiled and said, "There's no point in worrying. No matter who comes and who wants to destroy the corn, I will mobilize the whole village to chop them down and use them as fertilizer."

"Okay! That's how it should be!" Zhou Jin said with a smile, gradually coming to like this feeling of decisive killing.

Back in the mansion of Marquis Changning, Marquis Changning received a memorial sent by Zhou Jin. When the messenger heard that it was a fu praising corn, he immediately lost interest as he did not want to be "poisoned" by his son's flowery fu.

Mrs. Song refused to listen, even if her son's writing was "sour", she still wanted to listen, "If you don't read it, I will read it myself."

Seeing that his wife wanted to listen, Marquis Changning reluctantly opened the book. After reading it at a glance, he was greatly surprised, "You little brat, your literary talent has improved!"

Seeing this, Song couldn't wait for Marquis Changning to finish reading it, so she snatched it away and said, "Stop dilly-dallying. It's so annoying!"

When Song read the whole fu, her eyes were slightly red. "It's really well written. I can understand it. My Lord, you must present it to His Majesty as soon as possible tomorrow morning. Let's see who will say that my son can only write sour poems and redundant fu again!"