As a lord, I was forced to farm

Chapter 816 Petitions from Various Regions (Bonus Chapter for Donations)
As a result, several county magistrates wrote petitions one after another, fearing that if they delayed any longer, the spores would be snatched away by other counties.

This matter wasn't a big deal, and Jiang Ran didn't need to concern herself with it. However, she happened to see it while she was free, so she read through the local petitions and discovered that the county magistrates had gone to great lengths to deal with this spore.

In a concise and straightforward manner, Li Mei, the magistrate of Zeyan County, said: "I have heard that the Ginseng Fairy gave birth to an insect that can save the world and bring peace to the people. I humbly beg for the grace of Heaven to bestow this sacred insect upon me. I am extremely grateful."

There were those who flattered him. Chen Ling, the magistrate of Zhuoli County, wrote: "Your Highness's virtue is in harmony with Heaven and Earth. You personally cultivate the fields, encourage agriculture and sericulture, and benefit all plants and trees. Your humble servant has been deeply influenced by Your Highness's teachings and has devoted himself to agriculture without distraction. Your Highness's radiance is as bright as the moon at night... (300 words of flattery omitted here)... If Your Highness could hand over the spores to Zhuoli County, the people of Zhuoli would be grateful for Your Majesty's grace and be deeply grateful."

While subtly criticizing competitors, Hu Jingxuan, the magistrate of Huaguan County, said, "Your Highness congratulates you on the addition of another young fairy. I have heard that many counties in the south are requesting sacred insects, but I fear that their officials are lazy and waste public funds. Although Huaguan, where I govern, is remote and small, I am diligent day and night. If I were to receive your grace, I would surely achieve ten times the results!"

"..."

Jiang Ran saw the last petition, and after only reading the beginning, she couldn't help but smile.

Seeing this, Li Fusheng, who was serving by grinding ink, asked in surprise, "Why is Your Highness laughing?"

Jiang Ran handed the memorial from Zhang Yuntao, the magistrate of Qingsong County, to Li Fusheng. "Chief Steward Li will understand at a glance."

"I dare not. I am merely a servant in the household and would not presume to pry into government affairs."

"It's just a petition, nothing much. See, I granted it." Jiang Ran sneered.

Li Fusheng was also curious about what could have moved the usually calm and composed prince. So he reached out and took the item, and after seeing what was inside, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Nothing more than the Princess of Qingsong County's full-page complaint. Although it was a complaint, it didn't feel offensive; instead, it made the other party seem both miserable and amusing.
"Your humble servant, Zhang Yuntao, the magistrate of Qingsong County, respectfully reports..."

Before he could utter a single serious sentence, his tone shifted abruptly: "Your Highness! I suffer! I suffer so much! The county is entirely mountainous, and the people have no more than thirty hectares of arable land! There are only a little over two thousand farmers engaged in agriculture! The county is mostly mountainous, unsuitable for growing wheat and millet, resulting in meager harvests, and the collected taxes and grain are insufficient to feed the people for three months!"

"I am suffering!"

"I borrowed 20,000 spirit crystals from Baofeng Money Shop to buy medicinal herbs for the people. However, the herbs take a long time to grow, and I was unable to sell them and repay the loan on time. The money shop owner was heartless (crossed out) and upright, and said he would take my house. I had to plead and beg before the owner, Mr. Chen, made an exception and spared me from having to live a life of hardship with my wife and children..."

"I am suffering! I am suffering so much!"

"The people are poor and ignorant, and are often coerced by mountain bandits. When I quelled the bandits, my methods were a bit too ruthless. The people, being ignorant and easily instigated, called me a tyrant and secretly threw snakes into my house, which frightened me so much that I dared not sleep for days..."

As Li Fusheng wrote this, he noticed water stains on the paper, as if someone had wiped away tears, looking quite pitiful.

The entire piece almost entirely recounts the author's suffering, only mentioning at the very end that he hopes Jiang Ran can allocate the spores to Qingsong County, "I humbly beg Your Majesty's grace to bestow spores upon the people, so that they may be at peace."

After reading it, Li Fusheng seemed to feel a bit of pity for Zhang Yuntao. "Qingsong County's geographical location is indeed not as good as the other counties, Your Highness. Anyway, the Ginseng Fairy will eventually produce spores, so why not..."

……

Two days later, the Imperial Guards escorted the ginseng spores to Qingsong County. Along with the spores, they also brought a villager named Ding Yang from Dongtian Village and a number of ginseng seeds.

These two villagers had some experience in ginseng cultivation and went specifically to help Qingsong County. "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness!"

Zhang Yuntao was overjoyed to see the yellow ginseng spores and warmly welcomed Ding Yang, who had come to Qingsong County.

Ginseng prefers a cool, humid climate and is generally grown in mountainous or hilly areas. Qingsong County, which is backed by Mengsong Mountain, is very suitable for growing ginseng.

Zhang Yuntao personally led the villagers up the mountain to cultivate the soil.

Ding Yang sowed the seeds into the soil, applied sufficient base fertilizer, and said to the villagers behind him, "To make ginseng grow quickly and well, fertilizer is very important. You can mix wood ash with pig manure... Ginseng likes moisture, so you can use straw to keep it moist. Ginseng is afraid of heat and sun, so in summer, you need to set up shade nets..."

As the calendar pages turn, spring turns to autumn, the wheat fields turn yellow, and it's harvest season again.

Jiang Ran prefers white rice, and the larger the scale of the white crystal rice planting, the more likely it is that most of the hundred acres of low-grade spiritual fields in Biquan Bay are planted with this crystal-clear, jade-like rice.

The spring water flows from its source, rushing along the bottom of the rocks, as clear and cool as broken jade. White mist on the surface of the water drifts with the current, flowing downstream to the farmland and the homes of the people.

Biquan Bay is often visited by spirits that peek out and chirp, their wings scattering light across the fertile land. Today, the place, now frequented by outsiders, has become unusually noisy, for the master of this place has arrived.

"The cotton trees that have been planted for four or five years have finally blossomed!"

A deep, hearty male voice rang out, filled with joy. Li Yiniu clasped his hands in a fist salute, his eyes narrowing into slits, "Congratulations, Your Highness!"

A large group of people gathered in Biquan Bay, including Jiang Nancheng, Li Yiniu, Huang Yi, Zhang Xiaochuan, and others. They all looked at the sacred cotton tree with joy on their faces.

Jiang Ran held a black, multicolored spirit insect in her hands. Unlike other demon spirits, this spirit insect was not cute. The insect pattern on its forehead made it look like it was always frowning, and its eyes and the tone of its calls were fierce. "Qiu Mi!"

"What a wonderful spirit insect." Jiang Ran rarely coaxed the Sacred Pattern Cotton Spirit Insect.

As a "bad little bug" and "bug tyrant," the little imp is often controlled by its owner and hears a lot of criticism. This sudden praise makes the bug feel awkward. It shyly buries its head in its owner's soft palm, leaving only its butt exposed.

"Prisoner~"

You bastard, don't think that just because you praise me I won't bully other insects!
Jiang Ran rewarded the Holy Pattern Cotton Worm with a green vitality stone the size of a fingernail.

The little black sprite's eyes lit up instantly, "Prisoner!" For the sake of the stone, I'll temporarily refrain from bullying the other insects, you bastard!

Jiang Ran examined the sacred cotton tree in the forest garden.

Over the past few years, Da Su has planted twenty-one Sacred Pattern Cotton Trees, but these rare spiritual trees are not easy to cultivate. Even with the presence of Sacred Pattern Cotton Spirit Insects, only eight of the twenty-odd Sacred Pattern Cotton Trees survived. Of these eight Sacred Pattern Cotton Trees, five are very short, less than one meter tall, and appear somewhat malnourished.

Of the remaining three trees, one is already over three meters tall, while the other two were planted first. Because the Sansevieria trifasciata often inhabits these two trees, they are over twenty meters tall and do not look like the same species as the other trees.

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