Dressed as a tyrant, pregnant with the prime minister's cub

It was very easy for Wei Shuran to go out through the secret passage of Dongnuan Pavilion. Before lunch at noon, he ordered some food and brought it to Dongnuan Pavilion. Lin Jian picked out a few loyal guards to seal Dongnuang Pavilion.

The emperor will review the memorial in Dongnuange in the afternoon, anyone who dares to break in without permission will be killed.

In the past, the tyrant would often lock himself in the house and mess around with a group of concubines, but now he suddenly said that he would review memorials in Dongnuan Pavilion, but it didn't arouse any ideas. Everyone knew it well, who knew what he was doing in Dongnuan Pavilion.

Lin Jian took a step first, he took the casual clothes and put them on for Wei Shuran, and the two left the palace through the secret passage.

"I'm going, is this the secret path built by the late emperor? Why is it so big, those who don't know it think it's an underground refuge?" After applying the darkness of the secret path, Wei Shuran slowly saw the true appearance of the secret path.

The secret path is extremely spacious, and there is no problem for four people to walk side by side, and every time they walk a certain distance, they will see a huge stone room with water and food in it.

"It can be said that since the emperor was established as the crown prince, the late emperor asked the Lin family to check on it every month to ensure that the secret passages are clear and there is enough food, clothing and bedding available." Lin Jian said.

Wei Shuran's face froze, thinking that the old emperor was really embarrassing, knowing that his son was unreliable, he still wanted to give him the throne, and he also thought that if he was killed, there would be a place to escape.

The two walked through the secret passage, and the place they came out was a small courtyard built three to forty meters outside the city wall.The courtyard is inconspicuous, but quite exquisite.

"Your Majesty, it is inconvenient for me to address you as the Emperor after you come out. Can I call you the Emperor's cousin?" Lin Jian said cautiously.

"It's okay, it's okay, I usually call you cousin." Wei Shuran said very generously.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lin Jian said.

The two came out of the palace and went straight to Qingdezhuang outside the city.Qingdezhuang is the largest Zhuangzi in Wei Shuran's hands. There are more than 300 people in the Zhuangzi, who have planted more than 700 mu of farmland. It should produce the most grain every year.

But Wei Shuran had seen the ledger that Sang Qi brought over. When this farmer harvested this summer, his own farm didn't have enough food to eat, and he asked him to subsidize 2000 taels of silver from his private treasury.

Wei Shuran brought Lin Jian over to take a look, just to find out if there are so many places that can't support 300 people, and it's not like that.

"Your Majesty, Qingde Village is just ahead." Lin Jian said as he rode beside the carriage.

Wei Shuran didn't know how to ride a horse. He came here in a carriage. He ran all the way, and he almost knocked out his morning meal.

Sticking his head out of the car window, a dilapidated village in the distance came into view.

Compared with the prosperity of the capital, here is another scene.

At this moment, the sun is very hot, but there are many villagers working in the fields.

The men all have bronzed backs and muddy trousers.The women wore long blue and gray dresses, and almost every woman's clothes were washed and whitened and patched, and none of them were unpatched.

Wei Shuran thought to himself that this is under the feet of the emperor, and the lives of the common people are so hard. Those who suffered from the freezing and snowstorms last year are not so hungry that they can't even do their jobs.

He has enough spiritual spring water in his hand, or else he will produce a large amount of food for the disaster-stricken people when he goes back. As for making money to solve the problem of the heroine, at worst, it will be delayed.Anyway, he won't die for a while.

But how to produce a large amount of food, Wei Shuran has to think long-term.

"Cousin, look at some old people resting their feet over there. Let's go over and ask for some water." Wei Shuran had sharp eyes, and from a long distance away, he saw a few old farmers resting their feet under a big tree by the roadside.

"Okay." Lin Jian said in response.

Zhuangzi never raises idlers. The old farmers sitting under the big tree are very old, their hair is gray, and the skin on their faces is wrinkled like old bark. They look like old farmers who have worked all year round.

"Old man, I'm really thirsty when I pass by here. I wonder if I can ask for a bowl of water." Wei Shuran jumped off the carriage and asked.

When the old peasants saw that Wei Shuran was wearing luxurious and light brocade clothes, and that the carriage he was riding in was also extremely luxurious, they were terrified, stuttering and unable to finish their sentences.

Seeing this, Wei Shuran smiled and said, "Elders, don't be nervous. I have no other intentions. I just came to ask for a bowl of water."

Seeing that Wei Shuran was young, one of the old farmers had a harmless smile on his face, and boldly said, "Brother, you don't think we are dirty, so you can drink the water as you like."

As he spoke, the old farmer pushed a rough clay jug beside him to Wei Shuran, and gave him a black pottery bowl, and added, "This bowl is clean and has never been used."

"Thank you, old man." Wei Shuran took the black pottery bowl and poured himself a bowl of water. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he drank it all.

Wei Shuran was still a little thirsty all the way, he just felt that the clear water in the bowl was sweet and clear, as delicious as mountain spring water.

Wei Shuran, who lived in the city for many years, lived in the most difficult time. He lived in a village in the city, and the tap water there often stopped. Sometimes he had no choice but to drink well water. The astringent smell of disinfectant water was unpalatable. In such a comparison, how could he dislike the clear spring water given by the old farmer.

Lin Jian, who had just tied up his horse and came over, happened to see Wei Shuran drinking water from a black pottery bowl. He thought it was too late to stop him. Wei Shuran drank the water in two or three gulps and said, "This water is so sweet."

Lin Jian raised his brows slightly, thinking that as the imperial concubine said, as long as Wei Shuran has the power of Shennong, the kindness he lacked in the beginning will finally make up for it.

If it was in the past, Wei Shuran would rather die than drink the water handed by the old farmer.

The old farmer said with a simple smile, "This is the mountain spring water from Wanjin Mountain. It is the most delicious."

Wanjin Mountain is the closest mountain range to the capital. Because the mountain range runs through half of the Great Wei Kingdom, it is named Wanjin Mountain.

Wei Shuran drank the old farmer's water, sat down on a big rock very familiarly, and chatted with the old farmer.

As for the luxurious long gown in the eyes of the old farmer, to him it is no different from the commoner clothes worn by the old farmer, only slightly cooler.

Wei Shuran is a very talkative young man, he can always say a few words in the north and south, and when the old people relax their vigilance, Wei Shuran naturally asks about farming.

"I heard that many places were hit by disasters last year. Is Zhuangzi all right here?" Wei Shuran asked casually.

"God bless, our side has not been greatly affected, and this year's summer harvest has been bumper, and each household has an extra stone of grain compared with previous years." The old farmer who gave Wei Shuran water was surnamed Gu, Wei Shuran Kindly call him Uncle Gu.

When Wei Shuran heard that this year turned out to be a bumper harvest year?He thought that as he expected, his private property was tampered with. On the account, he posted money from the private treasury to the Zhuangzi here, saying that it was affected by the heavy snow last winter, and many fields here had no harvest. If households are given one stone more grain, is this called no harvest?There are 200 catties of grain in one stone, and it's still a lot of points.

"That's pretty good. After all, I won't be hungry anymore. How about the previous years, were the years so good?" Wei Shuran asked again.

"It's been like this for the past few years. God kindly knows that life for us poor farmers is not easy. A few more good years will allow us to survive." Uncle Gu sighed.

"I remember that Qingdezhuang here is the private property of the current emperor. You should not only thank God, but also thank the current emperor." Wei Shuran reminded.

Uncle Gu just shook his head without saying a word, and pointed to the location of the imperial palace, "That man didn't care about us for a long time, but now it's Manager Jiang who is in charge of us. A dry bone."

Wei Shuran was so depressed that he was going to die. The tyrant is such a mess these days. People are planting his fields and they still don't want to see him. He deserves to live for less than 20 words.

"Jiang Guanshi? Is it the father-in-law in the palace?" Wei Shuran asked very strangely.

Uncle Gu shook his head, "Manager Jiang is not from the palace."

Wei Shuran didn't dare to ask in too much detail, but he basically found out what he wanted to know. Now his private property has been robbed by someone in the middle, and his future has been taken away by others. Li used money to supplement Zhuangzi, and he, the emperor, was taken advantage of.

Wei Shuran changed the subject to other farming matters, what to plant after the summer harvest, and whether Zhuangzi would give New Year gifts during the Chinese New Year.

He was chatting vigorously with all the old farmers, when someone behind him said coolly, "If Mr. Wei has anything, why don't you just ask me."

Wei Shuran didn't look back, he knew who it was just by hearing the voice, he felt a thump in his heart, why did he have the feeling of being caught by the teacher for playing truant.

The author has something to say: Jiang Yan: Has your majesty approved your memorial?

Wei Shuran: I, I, I, Lin Jian wants to take me out shopping. (Successfully dumped the pot)

Lin Jian: Why me again.