The whole family of villains criticized her wildly, but the princess treated her with medical treatm

Hube became busy.

Mu Tingxue personally supervised the placement of 80,000 domestic slaves and the distribution of 1.08 million acres of land, and the hundreds of officials below carried out the tasks step by step.

Mu Tingxue looked through the message and recorded the situation of 80,000 slaves. Thousands of them were distributed in a large mountain. There were 30,000 acres of land in the rolling hills and mountains. It was originally the mountain of the Nangong family. There were ten people in the mountain. The village is inhabited by domestic slaves living in hidden houses. The only responsibility of these people whose household registrations were concealed by their masters was to farm the land for the Nangong family.

"I want to see it."

"Your Highness, it's better not to go to such poor mountains and shabby huts," Shilang Zheng advised.

"If anything, I just want to see with my own eyes how the slaves raised by aristocratic families live."

"Hey, Your Highness, those mountain villages are so remote that even carriages can't pass through them, so we can only walk. We go over mountains and ravines, and wild wolves rush into farmers' homes to eat without scruples." Old Zhengtou sighed, extremely worried, "Let's go Just let the subordinates do the statistics and make arrangements. If you make any mistake, I will not be able to explain it to the Prince Regent and the Queen Mother."

Because the eldest princess was very insistent, Old Zheng was afraid of an accident, so he sent a letter to the regent.

In the end, Yan Yang took action himself and accompanied her.

"Why bother to mobilize troops and mobilize the masses? I just want to go down to the grassroots and have a look."

Mu Tingxue was helpless.

She was not wearing colorful court clothes, and she had also taken off the mother-of-pearl phoenix crown on her head. She was just wearing a blue and white rat brocade cotton robe, an ocher straight skirt, and black leggings, which were convenient for climbing. Even though she was dressed so lightly, there were still countless yellow cockleburs stuck in her clothes and hair when she passed through the mountain trails.

A weasel will suddenly appear among the withered and yellow grass on the roadside, startling people.

"There are many unfaithful people in poor mountains and poor waters."

Yan Yang was worried, so he pulled out the sharp knife from his waist and chopped down the gray shrubs and grass on the trail.

Behind him, there was a group of Zhenbei Army, about fifty people, working together to clear the way.

Is he really a troublemaker?

Mu Tingxue walked along the winding and rugged mountain road for three or four hours in the quiet mountains, and finally saw the village hidden in the ravines. Half of it was a mottled yellow adobe house with a drafty thatched roof; Holes of dilapidated cave dwellings were dug into the mountain, and they were inhabited in darkness.

The villagers lacked food and clothing, were skinny and skinny, had dark skin and sunken eye sockets. The women were even half-dressed, their shabby and ragged clothes unable to cover their vital parts. Their eyes were numb, as if they were used to it and didn't feel any shame.

Entering a dark cave dwelling, you can see a sick young man lying on a bare earthen bed without a mat, coughing.

It was just a common cough, which could be cured by grabbing two doses of medicine outside, but here, he could only lie down like a mummy, waiting quietly for death.

The young lady had no salt for cooking, so she went to the wall of the latrine and cut some salt and nitrate crystals, stirred them in the water, poured them into the bran skin and boiled it in a large pot. In the corner squatted a girl of seventeen or eighteen with a pale face and shivering. Half of her body was in the shadow, her bare feet were covered in mud. She had just returned from working in the fields.

When the girl saw Mu Tingxue, it was like seeing an alien. She showed an expression of shock and fear and screamed instinctively.

Mu Tingxue took out two white buns and put them in her hands.

The girl has never eaten white mask, only black bran wowo. She was so happy that she burst into tears. She couldn't bear to eat it, so she rushed into the room and shouted excitedly, "Mom, brother, eat steamed buns."

Mu Tingxue felt sad for a while.

Suddenly a gray wild wolf rushed into the yard. It was not afraid of people at all. As if it was in a deserted place, it picked up the hen raised by this family, bit off its neck, and started gnawing arrogantly.

Yan Yang silently clenched the handle of the knife, squinting his clothes and narrowing his eyes.

The fierce knife came out and flew from the house to the courtyard.

Like a river flowing eastward, like stars hanging over the plains.

The wild wolf let out a shrill scream, its head clattered to the ground, and its blood spilled like red plums on the frozen ground.

The howling of wild beasts brought out the young mother. She was already an octogenarian, with wrinkles like knives and carvings, stacked on top of each other. A pair of cloudy eyes looked at the wild wolf with its head missing in fear.

Mu Tingxue said, "Grandma, this wolf belongs to you. How can I get to the village chief's house?"

The fear in Grandma's eyes turned into ecstasy. This tall man could actually kill a wolf with one knife? The wolf is dead and there is wolf meat to eat! The money from selling the leather can be used to treat Datou's illness!

Grandma immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Yan Yang and Mu Tingxue: "Thank you so much, my benefactor. My whole family has not eaten a grain of food for ten days and they are all going to die of hunger and illness."

Mu Tingxue's eyes fell on the ten sacks of grain piled in the corner and asked, "Why don't you eat those potatoes?"

With tears in her eyes, grandma shook her head desperately: "You can't eat it. All the sacred food harvested from the fields must be given to Master Nangong. If the lowly family in the village eats it, they will be beheaded."

"Then what can you eat?"

"Only one acre of corn belongs to us."

Grandma wiped away her tears and brought Mu Tingxue and Yan Yang to the door of the village chief's house.

It was a thatched house, a short yellow mud house. It was dark and there was no oil lamp. The village chief was a hunchbacked man in his thirties. When he learned that it was an official from the Ministry of Revenue who came to house the slaves in a hermitage, he immediately opened the shabby house. The oilcloth door curtain warmly invited the two in.

Mu Tingxue originally thought that the situation of the village chief's family would be better.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw seven naked children squatting on the earthen kang covered with tattered mats. They were as skinny as a stick and had no clothes to wear, so they were squeezed into the tattered cotton quilt. The children all had their heads shaved, and from their appearance, it was not even clear whether they were boys or girls.

Seven pairs of clear eyes fell on Mu Tingxue, looking at him curiously.

"Why don't you have hair?"

"Afraid of getting lice."

The village chief smiled honestly and said in a thick local accent, "Water can only be carried by animals to the ditch deep in the mountains. Washing your hair is a waste of water."

Mu Tingxue's voice was a little hoarse: "Why are there wolves in the village?"

"Not only are there wolves, but there are also wild bears, which often come to steal chickens and ducks. If someone steams black steamed buns, the wild bears are smart enough to guard outside the stove window. Once the steamed buns are cooked, they will snatch them from the drawer."

The village chief took a long puff of dry tobacco and smiled bitterly, "In these terrible days, animals and wild beasts are peeing on our heads."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt vulgar again, and I felt a little at a loss for a moment, so I pinched my own lips hard.

Nothing touched Mu Tingxue more than witnessing the miserable life of low-class slaves with her own eyes. Her nose felt a little sour: "Let the villagers boil and eat all the potatoes and have a good winter."

"How can this happen?"

The village chief was horrified and said in a trembling voice, "Master must skin us! Let Master Nangong eat the divine food."

"There is no master, and there is no Master Nangong."

Mu Tingxue took out a thick stack of death deeds from her sleeve and lit a fire. "There are 370 people in this village. From today on, each household will receive fifteen acres of land, and they will become self-cultivators."

The pipe in the village chief's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and tears burst out of his eyes.

He pulled the seven naked children on the kang and said, "Quick, kowtow to Master Qingtian!"

"Stop knocking, your baby is so hungry that you can't even open your eyelids."

Mu Tingxue hurriedly stopped her and ordered the fifty or so soldiers behind her: "Go ahead and pass on the order. There is no need to hand over the divine food. The acres of land you receive will be tax-free for three years. Let the hungry people in the village eat all the stored potatoes. If it is not enough, Send the food we brought to them for emergency relief.”