Lucky Farmer Girl: I rely on metaphysics to support my family

Chapter 792 Private possession
After dinner, Tang Wan suddenly remembered something and asked, "Father, we have a lot of grain at home. What should we do with it?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Bojun replied with a smile, "The imperial court already has a plan for this matter. I just received news from the prefecture today that, apart from the corn and potatoes which we will take back to the imperial estate outside the capital for trial planting, most of the other ordinary grains will be directly allocated to the northern army camp as military rations."

Tang Wan raised an eyebrow slightly, not expecting this arrangement. Did the imperial court intend to levy taxes directly? Weren't they afraid of looking too greedy?
Before Tang Wan could ask further, Tang Bojun explained in detail: "Of this, about 30% is the tax grain paid by our family, and the remaining 70% will be converted into silver by the government according to the market price and settled with our family before we leave the desert. This arrangement saves us a lot of trouble from selling it ourselves or transporting it over long distances."

After listening, Tang Wan felt that this arrangement was indeed worry-free and effortless, and there was no need to allocate additional manpower to handle this large quantity of grain.

After all, her own family had limited manpower, and it would be troublesome to transport it back. She was originally thinking of selling it directly to the Zhao family.

However, since there are arrangements made above, let's just follow their instructions.

But wasn't the grain harvested from reclaimed land exempt from tax for the first year? So their situation is special? Therefore, they can't follow the previous policy?

Although she had some doubts, Tang Wan thought about it and suppressed her doubts, nodding slightly and saying, "Since the court has made proper arrangements, that is naturally the best."

After discussing the matter and asking all the necessary questions, Tang Wan and her sister got up to say goodbye to their parents and returned to their room.

Back in the room, the two sisters chatted for a while. While Tang Jing was getting ready to wash up, Tang Wan quickly contacted Er Ya.

She's been busy these past few days and hasn't contacted Er Ya proactively. Er Ya probably hasn't had anything going on either, so she hasn't contacted her either.

But just as they were eating, Tang Wan suddenly remembered that she hadn't told the Prince of War and his family about their return to the capital.

"Is Er Ya here?" Tang Wan asked silently, repeating Er Ya's name in her mind.

“Master, I’m here!” Er Ya replied quickly.

"I forgot to tell you last time that the imperial decree orders the whole family to return to the capital soon. We expect to set off for the capital soon. Please pass this message on to the Prince."

A moment later, Er Ya's clearly joyful voice rang out: "Yes, Master! I'll go tell the Prince right away! He'll be so happy to hear!"

“Okay, go ahead!” Tang Wan replied calmly.

After severing her spiritual connection with Er Ya, Tang Wan did not go to sleep immediately after washing up.

She lay on the couch thinking about her next arrangements. Besides what she had discussed with her family that evening, she also had two estates and a house in the prefecture.

She's considering whether or not to keep the house in the state capital.

After all, once I leave the northern desert, that house will have little value.

Zhuangzi could be kept, but not many people know about him. Who would take good care of him?

As Tang Wan was pondering these questions, she noticed that her sister Tang Jing's breathing gradually became steady and long, indicating that she had probably fallen asleep.

Tang Wan quietly got up and, using the faint moonlight filtering in from the window, entered the semi-modern bathroom she had specially designed.

She gently closed the door behind her and turned to enter the space.

She needs to hurry up and cultivate some new fields. She doesn't know if her father and Zhou Sicheng can discuss extending the deadline by a few days. If the time is short, she's afraid there won't be enough food.

After all, the space currently only has 50,000 jin of grain, and it can't grow 500,000 jin all at once.

We can harvest a batch the day after tomorrow, but it won't be enough, so we need to cultivate some new land as soon as possible.

If all else fails, we can discuss with the Zhao family about buying the rest with silver. Tang Wan thought to herself as she walked towards the farmland.

Upon arriving at the location, Tang Wan focused entirely on cultivating the land.

When she had cultivated five acres, Tang Wan felt that her spiritual energy was quite depleted and she needed to rest.

She had to stop, return to the villa, drink a cup of spiritual spring water, and then meditate to cultivate.

After a short while, Tang Wan felt that her body had recovered a lot, so she continued to cultivate the new land.

After the new five acres of land were cultivated, Tang Wan breathed a sigh of relief and decided to take a complete rest: "Let's just cultivate this much for today. Too much is as bad as too little."

Tang Wan sat down to meditate and rested for a while. Feeling that her spiritual energy had recovered somewhat, she planted sorghum on the newly reclaimed five acres of land, along with the five acres of land she had reclaimed before.

This time she didn't plant anything else, only sorghum.

After finishing all this, Tang Wan quickly went back to her room in the villa, took a shower, and tidied herself up before coming out of the space.

Tang Wan quietly returned to bed and lay down. Although her body was tired, her mind was somewhat excited.

Tang Wan closed her eyes, forcing herself to rest, but her mind kept wandering to the follow-up handling of these matters in Mobei.

While Tang Wan tossed and turned in the northern desert, contemplating how to finish up her family's business, thousands of miles away in the capital, the War King's mansion was brightly lit, its lights burning all night long.

Inside the study, the War King held a brush in his hand, with a layout map of the royal palace spread out in front of him. He was more focused than ever before, and his face was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

In fact, after learning from the palace that the Tang family was about to return to the capital, the War King considered it for a while and then wrote to Mobei, asking them to organize the betrothal gifts he had prepared and transport them back to the capital.

When he returned to the northern desert from the capital last time, he had already begun to prepare the betrothal gifts. However, the war broke out in the southern desert, and many arrangements were disrupted, so he only prepared a portion of them.

Two days ago, upon learning that Tang Wan was returning to the capital, the War King began preparing betrothal gifts in the capital.

I've practically turned the entire warehouse upside down, organizing everything I think is suitable.

Tonight, receiving confirmation of his return to the capital from Tang Wan made the War King even more excited and unable to sleep.

So he got up and started planning his own courtyard. After the betrothal, Tang Wan would be his rightful fiancée and the future mistress of this royal mansion.

The main courtyard where he now lives is spacious but too cold and lifeless, which is probably not what girls like. So he began to think about this matter in his study.

As the War King looked at the blueprints, he muttered to himself, "This place needs to be renovated. The row of rooms in the west wing can be opened up to create a larger study. She must have a lot of account books and books, which need to be properly arranged. Space should be left under the window; she probably likes to read in a bright place."

The War King's pen moved to the courtyard again: "Perhaps the training ground in the corner of the courtyard should be moved to a different location. The empty space can be used to dig a small pond with running water, plant some lotus roots, and build a pavilion? I'm sure she would like that."

He even considered the location of the storeroom, thinking about whether to expand the private storeroom near the main courtyard to store Tang Wan's future dowry and private collection.

I spent most of the night writing, drawing, and revising.

What Tang Wan and the War King didn't know was that they weren't the only ones who were sleepless tonight.

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