The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Wan Lianxing pretended to be impatient and scolded Cheng Feng, "Not so good? Giving aid to the people is voluntary, no one forces you to do it. Feng'er, when did you become so calculating? You should learn from Shang Xi and give aid to the refugees when you see them. It's no wonder she has a good reputation."

Cheng Feng said, "Uncle, I'm not being stingy. Shang Xi doesn't know whether there is any grain in the granary at home, but don't I know that there is no grain in our Wan family's granary. The harvest of the last crop is not enough to fill a granary. If you take out the grain now, you will have to wait for the next crop if you want to use it again."

"It seems that the next crop is about to be harvested. It should be harvested within half a month!" Wan Lianxing squinted at Cheng Feng. He was warning Cheng Feng with his eyes that he knew everything and no one could deceive him.

Cheng Feng's eyes widened. His uncle was illiterate about farming, so how could he grasp the harvesting time so accurately?

"How did uncle know?"

"I am more concerned about the food problem than you are. I heard that wheat should be planted in drought years. Feng'er, why don't you try planting wheat instead of just planting rice and tobacco?"

"Your uncle knows what to plant in a drought year?" Cheng Feng was even more shocked. Even Cheng Feng didn't know. He was indeed planting rice and tobacco as his uncle said.

Wan Lianxing said shamelessly: "Isn't farming the foundation of the people? Of course I know something about it."

Cheng Feng found it ridiculous. Fengqi had always valued commerce more than agriculture. The annual grain output of Fengqi was enough to maintain the self-sufficiency of the entire Fengqi, or it could be said that it was more than enough to eat, but there was not much surplus.

The situation mentioned above refers to the fact that Fengqi has had good weather for many years, with no floods or droughts. However, with this year's harvest and the influx of a large number of refugees, I am afraid that food will not be so sufficient.

People have to stockpile food in any era. You can live without meat, but you cannot live without food. Food is an indispensable thing. When disaster strikes, food becomes even more scarce and in short supply. Even if you have a lot of banknotes in your hand, you cannot buy food.

"Hasn't the Fengqi court always been promoting and encouraging the people to engage in business? I thought we Fengqi didn't need to farm to be self-sufficient!"

These words sounded particularly sarcastic to Wan Lianxing. He didn't like what he heard and drove the person out directly with a very bad attitude, "Don't say useless things. If you have nothing to do, get out of here right away. I get annoyed if you look at me for one more time. Don't come to bother me if you have nothing to do in the future. It's so annoying."

"Hey, who has offended you? I can't say anything. Why are you so angry? I'm just sitting here talking to you calmly about food, and you got angry? Didn't you just say that farming is the foundation of the people? This year is a drought year, and I'm afraid the drought will become more and more serious..."

"Don't mention drought to me. If you need water, go to the river. The water conservancy project we requested has been half completed by Hong Zhe. How serious can the drought be? Is the river still dry? Is the well still dry?"

"Uncle, you really have never farmed before. How can you irrigate the land with manpower? Can distant water quench your immediate thirst?"

"It's always possible to dig a canal to divert water, do you really think I don't understand?"

Cheng Feng looked at his uncle, and realized that apart from his intimidating presence, he knew nothing about farming. What was even worse was that he had become even more irritated after not seeing him for a few days.

"Uncle, why are you so angry? Digging canals to divert water is one solution, but it also depends on the terrain. It works in low terrain, but it doesn't work at all in high terrain."

"Then what do you say we should do? This isn't allowed, that isn't allowed, so what will work?" Wan Lianxing angrily slammed his hand on the dragon table with a 'bang' sound. He had lost all his patience.

Cheng Feng stood up in a hurry. Seeing that the situation was not good, he did not plan to stay any longer. "Why are you so angry? The best way to solve the drought is to have rain. If it rains for three days and three nights, all the problems will be solved. Do we still need to provide some food to the refugees..."

It would have been fine if they hadn't talked about three days and three nights, but after talking about this, Wan Lianxing was completely furious. He picked up the tea bowl beside him and shouted at Cheng Feng, "Get out of here!"

Cheng Feng did not hesitate, he turned around and ran. If he had not been agile, the tea bowl would have simply fallen to the ground. As he walked, Cheng Feng said, "...What kind of person is this? He gets angry when I talk about something serious. He is really hard to please."

At this time, the old housekeeper appeared and asked Cheng Feng with concern: "Is the prince not hurt?"

"No, how have you served him all these years?" Cheng Feng sympathized with the old butler.

But the old housekeeper smiled and said: "He is very kind to us."

"You mean, he only looks at me differently, not because I did anything to him. He took my son away from me, and he's still not satisfied. If that's the case, I will never go to the palace to be scolded again."

"Sir, you are bringing up all sorts of issues. If he doesn't scold you, who else will he scold?"

"I didn't say anything. Didn't you hear me? I was talking about practical issues. This is a drought year. Food is precious. We have to make a good budget. Our Prince Pang's Mansion produces a little more grain, but how many bags of grain can our Prince Pang's Mansion eat in a year? In the end, it all goes to the government. Am I talking about food problems?"

"They say the grain is not a problem, and they say the drought is a bit... a bit..." The old butler hesitated and stopped talking.

"I said, what's wrong with the drought? This is the truth. People are worried. Every day they observe the sky and hope for a heavy rain."

At this moment, there was a loud noise from inside the house.

Cheng Feng looked back at the tightly closed door and couldn't understand, "Has your temper gotten so bad that you're starting to vent by smashing things?"

The old housekeeper pulled Cheng Feng away, away from the entrance of Wan Lianxing, "Speak softly, my lord. Your uncle has good hearing, and he can hear what we say."

"From the moment I entered the Yangxin Palace to the moment I left, I didn't say anything. Which of my words offended him?" Cheng Feng really wanted to ask the old butler if this man had taken the wrong medicine today.

"If you don't want to be scolded, don't mention drought in the future, let alone rain. Recently, ministers have repeatedly petitioned you to set up a case to pray for rain for the people."

"Asking for rain again, is this true?" Cheng Feng's eyes sparkled with the light of watching a good show.

Seeing the old housekeeper nod, he began to smile a little, and then he made a sarcastic remark, "My uncle is very familiar with such a small matter as praying for rain and blessings."

The old housekeeper patted Cheng Youning on the shoulder and said, "You naughty child, why are you joining in the fun? You want to watch your uncle's fun, right? Don't blame your uncle for scolding you. I think you deserve a beating."

Cheng Feng laughed happily, and he was quite concerned about this matter. "So did my uncle agree to pray for rain?"

"How can you agree to this? This year will be a drought year, unless your uncle knows the Dragon King in the sky."