Exiled to Lingnan, the Crown Prince's wife raises children, cultivates the land, and leads the

"Aunt Lin, you have such skillful hands! The flowers you embroider are so beautiful."

While clearing away the branches of the mosquito-scaring grass, Tian sat down next to Lin Huilan. Watching Lin Huilan sitting in the chair, her hands embroidering, although she had just started, it didn't stop Tian from praising her.

"Maybe I have a talent?"

Lin Huilan sat under the eaves, creating a height difference between her and Tian, ​​who was working in the yard.

Lin Huilan held the embroidery needle in her hand. Every time she embroidered, her delicate fingers curled up, and when she looked up to reply to Tian Shi, she gave people a sense of superiority.

Looking at Liu Suyi next to her, she was also embroidering, but she was sitting side by side with Cheng Qiqi, and the two of them were chatting and laughing.

Pooh!

Isn't she just a concubine who can't be brought to the table?

Tian rolled her eyes inwardly. If it weren't for her son insisting on marrying Jin Xue'er, she wouldn't have bothered with him at all.

"Yes, Aunt Lin is indeed talented."

Tian's face was all smiles.

As it turns out, as long as you're willing to praise, there's no shortage of things to say. After praising her enough, Tian started praising Jin Xue'er: "Your Xue'er takes after you, she's so pretty and beautiful. Whoever marries her will be so lucky."

"Aunt Tian, ​​you're right, my Xue'er really does take after me."

Lin Huilan was so happy, as if she were praising her, that she said, "Who Xue'er marries in the future is up to her father."

After Hu Dali's incident, Marquis Zhongyong sternly warned him that if he dared to make any more moves on Xue'er's marriage, he should get out of the Jin family.

Lin Huilan didn't dare to say anything at this moment, only saying, "Her father only has Xue'er as his daughter, so he will definitely find her a good marriage."

"Then, what constitutes a good marriage?" Madam Tian seized the opportunity to ask.

Lin Huilan's eyes flickered slightly, and she straightened her back, looking at Tian's face, which looked old from years of hard work.

When Lin Huilan first arrived here, she thought Zhuang Haichao, the son of the village head, was quite good.

Later, Hu Dali's incident frightened Lin Huilan, and during that time, she did indeed set her sights on Zhuang Haichao.

However, Jin Xue'er would rather remain a nun than get married.

Time dragged on and on, and now, under Cheng Qiqi's leadership, the Jin family's business is getting better and better. She can earn two taels of silver a month by doing embroidery.

Although spring planting is tiring, we can eat meat from time to time, which is much better than when we were exiled or when we first arrived.

Cheng Qiqi is a widow, and all the money she earns comes from the Jin family.

Now that Jin Mozhi is dead, everything in the Jin family will belong to Jin Yanzhi.

Now, the dealer, Lin Huilan, looks down on him.

"Aunt Tian, ​​I only have one daughter. This good marriage should naturally ensure that my Xue'er has no worries about food and clothing, doesn't have to work in the fields, and ideally, doesn't have anyone to take care of her."

Every word Lin Huilan uttered made Tian's face sink.

No worries about food and clothing?

How much wealth would one need to live comfortably without worrying about food and clothing?

Zhuang Lizheng's family lived a relatively good life in the village, but they couldn't say they had no worries about food and clothing.

No need to work in the fields?

Do we need to find someone to take care of her?

This isn't like bringing a wife home, it's like bringing home a tyrant!

This made Tian so angry she almost fell over. Did Lin Huilan really think her Jin Xue'er was made of gold?

The Tian family stopped praising Lin Huilan. The courtyard, which had been bustling with laughter just moments before, suddenly fell silent, with only the sounds of people handling mosquito repellent trees, mugwort, and mint remaining.

It wasn't exactly a secret in the village that Zhuang Haichao had feelings for Jin Xueer.

Tian's seemingly casual remark was more like a test, and everyone understood it without saying a word.

Cheng Qiqi noticed the silence in the courtyard, exchanged a glance with her mother-in-law, and said nothing.

Does Lin Huilan look down on the bookmakers?

The first batch of mosquito repellent was revealed, and it wasn't much different from the ones she made herself.

"Grandma, you're amazing!"

Cheng Qiqi was surprised that although Old Madam Jin looked old, she was very meticulous in doing things.

If you really think about it, the old lady was only in her early sixties. She had experienced the sudden changes in the Marquis's mansion, the death of her most beloved grandson, and several near-death experiences on the road to exile, barely clinging to life.

Cheng Qiqi felt several times that the old lady might not be able to hold on.

However, after the Marquis of Zhongyong spoke to the old lady in private, the old lady's eyes suddenly lit up, and she held on to her last breath all the way to Lingnan.

After the old lady arrived at her place of exile and took the medicine, her health did indeed gradually improve.

She makes shiitake mushrooms and wood ear mushrooms, gets along well with the old ladies in the village, blends fragrances, and now she can even make mosquito repellent!

"What's so difficult about that? Qiqi, you stay here and keep watch. I, this old woman, will just add some firewood." Old Master Jin was in a good mood, feeling that she was a useful person.

"Grandma, just adding firewood without careful watching won't work."

Cheng Qiqi praised, "You were the one who decided when to make a big fire, when to make a small fire, and how much mosquito repellent and mugwort to put in."

As the old saying goes, "Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure," and that's certainly true!

Cheng Qiqi was skilled at using persuasive language, which made Old Madam Jin beam with joy.

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Zhuang Li was humming a little tune as he walked home, saying, "If we can make this mosquito repellent, we'll get a good sum of money for the New Year this year. Then we can build another house for Hai Chao's wedding!"

"If sugar and oyster sauce sell well, could we build a brick house?"

Zhuang Li was thinking about the Leng family's brick and tile house and felt a pang of envy. When would he, as the village head, be able to live in a brick and tile house?

"Get married? Is he marrying an egg?"

Hearing this from the kitchen, Ms. Tian rolled her eyes.

"Old woman, what are you saying?"

Zhuang Lizheng's lips twitched as he reminded him, "Haichao is your own son."

"In my opinion, the matter with Jin Xue'er will not work out."

Leaning against the kitchen wall, Madam Tian recounted her conversation with Lin Huilan from earlier that day. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, saying, "A lowly concubine, does she really think she's some kind of prized possession?"

"If they were still the daughters of noble families they once were, we wouldn't even consider this matter."

"But now they are prisoners, exiled prisoners, and they still want to marry into a family where they won't have to worry about food and clothing, and where they'll be waited on hand and foot. I think she might be trying to climb the social ladder and make her daughter a concubine, right?"

Tian launched into a long, rapid-fire speech.

"cannot."

Zhuang Lizheng denied it without hesitation: "Jin Yi would not allow his daughter to become a concubine."

"Don't say that in front of Hai Chao, what if he really goes out to sea..."

Zhuang Li was reminding him that Zhuang Sanmei was his eldest niece, and there were quite a few widows like Zhuang Sanmei.

Going to sea is a dangerous job!

"He dares!"

Madam Tian straightened up, hands on her hips: "I didn't give birth to him so he could go and die. If he dares to go out to sea, I'll break his legs!"

"Ha, let's see if he dares."

Zhuang Li sneered. His youngest son had always been fearless since he was a child. He reminded him, "I've heard that in wealthy families, concubines don't have the authority to make decisions."

Tian's eyes lit up; then her son still had a chance.