Traveling to Daliang Kingdom starts from falling into the water

Although Gu Wenxuan had never met Gao Si, he knew Gao Wu to some extent because they corresponded and Jingshan Academy was also located in the prefectural city.

Including high school sophomores!

He didn't mean to inquire about how outstanding they were, but even his Uncle Cheng would privately compare his brothers-in-law and others to them.

It's not that he's protecting his own, but Gao Da, who is also a successor, is incomparable to his brother-in-law, let alone Gao Si, who is just a replacement member of the Gao family.

Unlike his husband, who only had three legitimate sons, the Gao family was different. Even though his husband inevitably focused on cultivating the eldest legitimate son, he also attached great importance to the second legitimate son.

There was no distinction between primary and secondary sons; in fact, his husband seemed to teach according to each son's aptitude, and none of them had to be developed into civil or military officials.

This also made Zhou Yanqing and his two brothers both literate and martial, proficient in both. How could Gao Si, or even Gao Da and Gao Er, compare?

Let alone martial arts, even if all of Gao Da's cousins ​​were gathered together, they wouldn't be a match for Zhou Yanqing's three brothers. In terms of academics, Zhou Yanqing is no match for Gao Da either.

Not to mention the senior year of high school, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? It's not even up to the eldest son, Zhou Yanqing. Feng Ge'er, who isn't even a scholar, is not someone the senior year of high school can compare to.

Moreover, being outstanding requires more than just being well-rounded in academics and martial arts; emotional intelligence is also crucial.

People with high emotional intelligence are more likely to succeed.

When Hai Ge'er became a royal bodyguard, who was worried?

"Being able to have a pleasant conversation with anyone in any situation, having the vision to not be greedy for small gains, and being emotionally stable enough to rationally deal with challenges—that's what makes someone excellent."

Such people are also resilient to pressure. Those born into wealthy and powerful families can rise with the tide, but those who go against the tide often end up failing.

To put it bluntly, take the Duke of Liang's mansion as an example. If it weren't for you, sir, even if the former heir of the Duke of Liang had survived, would he have had the ability to revive the Duke of Liang's mansion?

"...It should be impossible."

Zhou Banxia understood what Gu Wenxuan meant.

He was pessimistic about the third generation of the Gao family, believing that once Lord Gao fell, the Gao family would also come to an end.

In short, it's not without reason that flowers grown in a greenhouse can't withstand the storms of life, but "Madam Gao had cultivated a wide network of good relationships."

"What's the use? Can she live like a thousand-year-old tortoise? Not to mention that when a person dies, the debt is settled, and when someone leaves, the tea naturally cools down. The world and people's hearts are as cold as frost."

This is reality; good deeds aren't judged by whether they're worthwhile. If your master hadn't supported you, how much good karma would your master have returned to you?

"I can't talk to you anymore. You make it sound like I'm so naive and ignorant. Can't you be a little more idealistic and beautiful about the world? Do you have to just blurt out the absolute truth?"

As they spoke, they arrived at the backyard, where the experimental field was right in front. Zhou Banxia immediately rolled her eyes at him, "You're the only one who's so clear-headed, why aren't you working!"

"Now?" Gu Wenxuan suppressed a laugh and turned to look around. It wasn't difficult at all. With just a few acres of potatoes, the harvester would make it very convenient.

"Are you serious?" Seeing him roll up his sleeves and stride ahead, Zhou Banxia quickly pulled him back. "We'll get busy in a few days."

Let's leave it for tonight, there's no rush. Anyway, these three kinds of seeds are enough for five acres if you want to try them out after the wheat harvest.

However, if you decide where to place these three improved varieties in the experimental fields this time, it will be difficult to rotate these improved varieties in the two or three acres of sweet potato experimental fields in the spring.

Otherwise, if all the high-yield crops come from that dry land, it will be too conspicuous. Have you thought about where to mix these potatoes for testing?

"You know, it is indeed a question worth pondering." Gu Wenxuan said with a smile, adjusting the long sleeves of his silk nightgown that had been rolled up but now hung down naturally. "So it hasn't been decided yet. No rush, don't these potatoes have another characteristic, they're cold-resistant? We can choose a site after the wheat harvest."

Gu Wenxuan nodded in agreement, looked around again, then put his hands on Zhou Banxia's shoulders and turned her around.

"Let's go to the basement first. Let me see how much food we've stockpiled so far, especially the amount of rice and flour."

Our son is still young, so these two things are never too much. Also, we need to stock up on medicinal herbs. We should take advantage of the time while our older brother is away to stock up as much as possible.”

Waiting for you to speak?
Zhou Banxia was secretly delighted.

"Furthermore, our vermicelli workshops are going to start rationing. On the one hand, we need to stock up ourselves, and on the other hand, sweet potato prices are very likely to rise in the second half of the year."

"It's only right. Making sweet potatoes into vermicelli results in a lot of waste. The price increase of sweet potatoes in the second half of last year was largely due to our large-scale purchases."

If sweet potatoes become a staple food for ordinary people, then we won't be doing good deeds, but rather committing a sin. Let's give people more opportunities to store them as dried sweet potatoes.

After all, the summer tax couldn't be paid in silver instead of grain this year, so who knows if the autumn tax will be the same? It's possible that even the tax, which originally didn't require payment in kind (sweet potatoes), will now be due in the autumn.

"It's not that bad. The past few years have been blessed with good weather, and it certainly won't get to this point in the next year or two. Even sweet potatoes are on the list, which means the harvest must be terrible."

Can you only guarantee one or two years at present?

That’s what I said!

Zhou Banxia paused, instinctively looking up to stare intently at Gu Wenxuan's expression. "Don't you think the harvest will be good in the next two years?"

Gu Wenxuan laughed and reached out to rub her face. "In these years when we depend on the weather for our livelihood, no matter how the harvest is in the fields, we still have to stock up on grain even in a bumper year!"
My dear wife, how could you forget how many mouths we have to feed? Everyone stocks up on food every year, and we have no choice but to do the same. That's the real reason.

Besides, are we short of money? If we weren't short of money, what would we be hoarding? We can't buy more farmland, and we already have quite a few shops. It's a headache; how can we have so much money we don't know what to do with it!

Even though Zhou Banxia was worried that Gu Wenxuan wouldn't tell the truth, she couldn't help but laugh when she heard his exaggerated words and his strangely distressed expression.

Seeing her laugh out loud, Gu Wenxuan also laughed, but he dared not stay still any longer. He immediately put his arm around her shoulder and changed the subject, asking, "Have you grown taller again?"
Zhou Banxia sighed inwardly.

Just as he understood her, how could she not understand him?

It seems she wasn't overthinking things; the situation ahead is not optimistic.

Even if there weren't a series of natural disasters, it was still quite different from the previous five years of favorable weather and abundant harvests. Even if it wasn't a famine year, he wasn't optimistic about the harvest next year.

"Yes, I've grown taller. You believe I'll keep growing taller until I'm thirty, even after having a child? As for you, you'll only grow horizontally."

"How could that be!" Gu Wenxuan immediately pulled Zhou Banxia's hand to his abdomen. "Feel it, does your man have eight-pack abs?"

"Don't inhale yet—"

Who inhaled?

Gu Wenxuan abruptly interrupted his denial, slowly exhaling a breath. Halfway through the exhalation, he chuckled to himself, thinking, "Why should he feel guilty?"
With his physique that has not an ounce of excess fat?

Don't strive for perfection!
Look!
Even the silly wife couldn't bear to let go!

"Does it feel good?" (End of Chapter)