The ancestor of the last days exploded after being reborn!

Chapter 104 The Lingnan Tong family is hard to describe.

After exercising with King Qian in the morning, Xia Jing went back to the small courtyard and changed her clothes, then sat at the table and had breakfast.

It was just that halfway through eating, Li Chengmu walked in full of steam.

"Mother and Concubine, my son is here to accompany you for breakfast."

"Don't talk so high-soundingly, if you want to come to my place to eat and drink, just say it, I can spare you."

With helplessness in Xia Jing's eyes, she motioned for Hongmei to bring another breakfast.

"Thank you, concubine mother, you are the only one who treats me best in this world!" Li Chengmu sat down with a smile on his robe.

Xia Jing gave him a reproachful look, "It's good that you know, if you don't show filial piety to me in the future, I will make you look good!"

Li Chengmu promised again and again that he couldn't wait to move his chopsticks when Hongmei brought the breakfast.

He took a small steamed bun, "Concubine Mu, what kind of food is this, why haven't I seen it before?"

Hongmei stood by and waited. Hearing this, she smiled lightly and replied for Xia Jing: "Fifth Master, this is a steamed bun. The princess made it after thinking about it. Try it, it tastes good."

Li Chengmu's eyes were glued to the steamed buns, they were so small, he took one bite at a time, "The taste is really good, very soft."

Xia Jing smiled. In this era, pasta is made from dead noodles. How delicious can it be?

This time I came to Lingnan, after a few days of busy work, I slept too much yesterday afternoon, and at night I couldn't sleep for a while.

Having nothing to do, she entered the space and found a large box of baking powder from the kitchen of the space. Last night, she distributed a pot with only a small packet. In the morning, the cook made these steamed buns with the raised dough.

The two of them, the mother and the son, definitely couldn't finish the meal. The rest of the rooms were divided up for everyone to taste. This time the cook has experience in making steamed buns, so next time she will directly let her make steamed stuffed buns to eat.

After breakfast, Li Chengmu took a sip of the peanut milk tea brought by the maid, and felt his whole body was smooth, and the physical strength consumed by the morning exercise recovered.

"Mother, what are your plans for today?"

"Get ready to write a plan."

"Plan?"

Xia Jing nodded heavily, "Well, I may be hungry and afraid that day when I was lying in the coffin, and I have escaped all the way, I always feel that there is too little food, food is fundamental, and there are many things I want to do without food No."

The most important thing is the habit developed in the last days, always wanting to hoard food, always feeling that there is too little food.

Another thing is that the armed forces are too small, and they are afraid that their arms will not be able to twist their thighs, so they always want to take the initiative by themselves.

This is a common problem that basically everyone who has survived in the last days will have!

Li Chengmu said regretfully: "I thought my concubine would go out today and wanted to go out with you, but I didn't expect you to stay at home."

Xia Jing thought of her dog-like calligraphy, staring at her son sitting across from her, her eyes lit up.

"You know that the concubine mother only learned to practice calligraphy after she entered the palace, and her writing speed is definitely not as good as that of your husband who taught her since she was a child. Don't leave today, just help the concubine mother write this plan!"

"Huh?" Li Chengmu didn't expect this at all.

Xia Jing directly made a decision: "Ah, what, it's decided!"

This plan needs to be read by my subordinates, so I don't need to write it with a gel pen in the space for the time being.

Several rooms in the palace are paying attention to the main courtyard.

Among them, the fourth room and the second room have different concerns. They hope that Xia Jing will go out, and it is best to come back after ten days and a half months.

Li Chengyi learned that Xia Jing didn't go out today, so he lay on the bed crying and didn't want to move.

Exercising is good, but it's not suitable for him. After exercising for one morning, he feels that his limbs are so weak that he can't use his strength. If he keeps exercising like this in the future, won't it be tantamount to killing him!

Sitting next to him, Lan Qin said concernedly: "Fourth Master, or I can help you massage, it can relieve the soreness of your limbs."

She was originally just a flower girl in a flower building, and she was taught how to please men since she was a child.

It was a pure accident to meet fourth master in the famine year, and it was an unexpected surprise to get his blue eyes to redeem her.

Following the fourth master to leave the Gyeonggi area where he lived since he was a child, and to come all the way to Lingnan requires the courage to go all the way.

Now she is like a catkin blowing in the wind, and fourth master is her support. If fourth master is not well, then the rest of her life will only be more miserable.

Li Chengyi buried his head in the crook of his arms, and said sullenly: "Press it, you will be rewarded if you press it."

Lan Qin leaned over and pressed his legs first, slowly relieving muscle fatigue.

The maid Linglong noticed the sweat dripping from her master's forehead, and her heart ached.

She turned around and left the wing room, ready to make a pot of herbal tea for the master to relieve the heat.

It's just that as soon as she left the wing room, she heard the maid standing in front of the main room snorting unceremoniously towards her.

This is because even the maid blamed her master for stealing fourth master's attention.

Linglong looked back at the dilapidated wing, compared to the previous house in Hualou, this wing was not even as good as the one she lived in back then, not to mention the courtyard where the young lady used to live.

Thinking of the grievances Miss has suffered at the hands of the mistress these days, Linglong couldn't help but her eyes turned red.

Lan Su watched the enchanting little maid enter the tea room, and she stomped her feet angrily and entered the main room.

"Ma'am, Fourth Master has entered that Aunt Lan's wing again. Even the maids have come out. The lonely men and widows are hiding in the room, and they don't know how to avoid suspicion!"

There is still the mistress living across the wall.

"It's not the mistress's fault to be jealous. The other two concubines didn't respond. Why are you so excited?"

The fourth wife sewed a summer shirt for her son Li Dingchun through needles and threads.

As for the little maid, now at least she can be calm on the surface.

This indifferent appearance really made Lan Su anxious.

The fourth lady couldn't help laughing at that look of anger and indisputability.

Just smiling and laughing, the fourth lady couldn't laugh anymore, looking at the anxious little girl with a pale face in front of her, she is really not young.

Twenty-eight years is the most beautiful age for a girl, plus she has been with her all the time, and she has been raised more carefully than ordinary daughters from rich families.

Fair skin and beautiful, and look at the bulging chest, isn't it the type that my friend likes the most!
"Lan Su, how old is this year?"

Lan Su was slightly taken aback, she didn't know what the madam meant by asking this question, but she still replied truthfully: "Young maidservant is sixteen this year."

The fourth lady was a little melancholy, "Sixteen, it's exactly the same age as Hua."

At this moment, Lan Su couldn't figure out what the Fourth Madam was thinking, "Young maidservants are still young."

The fourth lady smiled softly: "It's not too young, you have someone you like, if you have someone, Madam will help you make a decision today."

Lan Su said anxiously: "I don't have any slaves!"

"See, you're in a hurry. If you don't have one, you don't have one. If you have a man you like, you must tell me so that Mrs. Ben can prepare a dowry for you."

The fourth lady smiled indifferently, as if she was just asking in passing.

Lan Su's heart fell to the ground, and she responded with a sigh of relief: "Your servant has made a note."

"Well, you go down, remember to pay attention to the movement of the concubine mother and the rooms."

Seeing that there was no movement in the main courtyard, the other rooms couldn't sit still.

The eldest lady, the second lady, and the third lady sent their stewards out of the city one after another to check the surrounding wasteland in the suburbs, hoping to occupy a more advantageous wasteland.

A tea house in the city.

The boy pushed open a box on the second floor, "Master, I have found out clearly, the carriages that passed just now came from the backyard of the government office as you expected."

"Oh, the master of the palace? Where are you going?"

The man standing in front of the window of the private room was wearing a blue brocade robe, his long black hair was tied high with a golden crown, his facial features were three-dimensional, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were cold and distant.

There are three major families in Lingnan: Tong, Lou, and Chen. According to the current situation, these three families are likely to stand on each other in Lingnan.

And this one is Tong Song, the young master of the Tong family in Lingnan.

The servant took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the sweat off his face, glanced at his master cautiously, and replied: "How can those delicate and expensive masters come out this time? Steward. I heard that they are planning to take root in Lingnan and go to the outskirts to select wasteland for reclaiming.”

"Open up wasteland?" Tong Song sneered and said, "Could it be that King Qian has been in Lingnan for a few days and is not familiar with Lingnan's government affairs. They don't know that the wasteland on the outskirts of the city is divided up by our three aristocratic families?"

Even if the wasteland on the outskirts of the city is there, it belongs to Tong's family. If Prince Qian's Mansion wants to take the wasteland from them, they have to show their sincerity and pay a price.

The young man looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the window, and mourned silently for the stewards of Qian Wangfu who had just left the city. If they acted blindly without knowing the situation, it would be a waste of effort.

Tong Song looked at the overhanging eaves of the government office in the distance, the dilapidation seemed to reveal a burst of vitality.

"What has King Qian done recently?"

The little servant lowered his head and replied: "King Qian has been leading his subordinates to reconcile the accounts with Master Quan."

Tong Song looked back at the boy in surprise: "They just reconciled accounts, didn't they go to check the real warehouse?"

The boy shook his head: "Master Xiancai has been working in the yamen. According to the news from him, King Qian hasn't checked the actual inventory yet."

The former master in the mouth of the boy is the uncle of the branch of Tong's family. Now the government office is in charge of all correspondence, promulgating government orders, recording and repatriating prisoners, etc.

When Tong Song heard this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "If that's the case, then we'll just wait and watch the show."

Lingnan has always been an extrajudicial place abandoned by the imperial court. Since the imperial court has not paid attention to Lingnan for more than 100 years, why did they send some idiot prince here this time.

Now that there is chaos in the Central Plains, does the imperial court want to control Lingnan through a prince?

If so, then the imperial court may have made a wrong calculation this time!
In the evening, the sky was full of sunset, and several carriages that had left the city in the morning came back.

As the sun set, the breeze blew, and the heat of the day dissipated a lot.

The backyard of the government office became lively, and the children who had been bored in the house all day were like wild horses running wild, spreading their hooves and playing in the yard.

The dinner of the palace was placed in the main hall, and the owners of each house sat around to share the food.

The steward once walked up to King Qian quietly and whispered a few words.

Xia Jing noticed that King Qian's brows were frowning, and she was planning to use her abilities to eavesdrop on what they were talking about?
At this time, King Qian waved his hand and said to Zeng Yan: "You let them wash and eat first, and they will come back to talk after we finish eating."

Xia Jing's curiosity was raised high, and it wasn't until after dinner that everyone sat and chatted in the pavilion that the butler brought a few men into the pavilion.

Several men came in and bowed to King Qian and Xia Jing, followed by the masters of the houses.

Only then did Xia Jing know that these men were in charge of several rooms.

At this time, Xia Jing remembered that since her funeral, all her servants have been released by the royal family.

Even the maids and mother-in-law beside her were released, leaving only the two personal maids, Hong Mei and Bai Mei, who were going to accompany her to the palace of the king of hell to serve her.

As a result, she has no one under her command to use now, and the other rooms of the palace have more servants to serve people and more managers outside than her.

After they finished paying their respects to the master, the eldest wife, as the head of the household, first asked: "You have spent a day in the suburbs of the city today, did you gain anything?"

"Returning to Madam, today the little ones have moved to a lot of places in the outskirts of the city. There is a lot of wasteland, and the land is very fertile. It must be reclaimed to grow food, and there will be harvest in autumn. It's just that we are optimistic about the wasteland, but we don't know if there is an owner for the wasteland. ?”

The eldest lady didn't know the situation in Lingnan, so she turned to ask King Qian: "Father, can the barren land still have an owner?"

Since there is a master, why not reclaim it?
King Qian cleared his throat, he didn't know how to answer this question directly?

It has been a few days since I have been in Lingnan, whether it is long or short, it is impossible to straighten out the government affairs of a government in these few days.

But he really didn't pay attention to the issue of the eldest daughter-in-law.

"Ahem, the king has written this down, and I will check it out for you when I go to the yamen tomorrow."

As he said that, King Qian looked at the stewards standing at the bottom, "Have you marked the place you like? Or record the specific place and leave the list. I will check it myself tomorrow."

Several stewards took out a page from their sleeve pockets and handed the list to Anu who was behind King Qian.

The eldest lady and several sisters-in-law were relieved. In their opinion, if King Qian went to supervise this matter in person, the matter of the wasteland would be sure.

So next, what they have to consider is how many people to arrange to open up wasteland to be the most effective.

The so-called world is impermanent, the large intestine wraps the small intestine.

Sometimes face slaps just come so fast.

The next day, when King Qian sent someone to inform them that the wasteland on the outskirts of the city was owned by an owner, the wives of the couple were stunned!

It's unbelievable, it's a fantasy for them.

Who wants to throw more money into the water?
If the wasteland on the outskirts of the city is bought and not reclaimed, it is like throwing money into the water and just listening to the sound.

When the news reached Xia Jing, she rubbed her temples with a headache. Who wouldn't let her live a good retirement life?

"Princess, do you want to take care of this matter?" Hongmei asked nervously.

Xia Jing frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said helplessly: "I don't want to care about this matter, but will the reality allow me to ignore it? Besides, I want to open up more wasteland to build a few farms."

So it is impossible for her to hold on to this matter as nothing to do with herself.

Hongmei frowned: "Then what do you want to do?"

Xia Jing stood up and straightened her skirt, "Let's go, let's go to the front office to have a look."

From the backyard to the front office, you have to go through two hanging flower gates and one second gate.

Xia Jing came to the front office and saw the busy officials, so she didn't go in to disturb them, but went directly to King Qian's study.

"Princess, what alarmed your majesty?"

Mr. Zhang joked that since the princess came in, he knew why she came.

It's just this, it's hard to say!

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