The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Youning insisted on reading, but less than a cup of tea after taking the book, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

At this time, the secret guard squatting on the roof could finally go back and report, "Your Majesty, the prince has fallen asleep."

"After returning to the Prince's Mansion, did this guy cause trouble again? Did he lose his temper with the servants?"

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince did not lose his temper. He was very calm. He just took a bath for more than half an hour. After returning to his bedroom, he read a book for a while. He was reading the Book of Songs."

The old housekeeper smiled and spoke well of Cheng Youning, "This prince is quite obedient. Yesterday, the emperor asked him to read more Book of Songs, and he did. It seems that the prince has listened to the emperor's words."

Wan Lianxing nodded slightly. He hadn't expected that this child could still read the Book of Songs after returning home. He then asked the secret guard, "What did you have for dinner?"

"...The prince did not have dinner, but only drank two cups of tea."

"He hasn't eaten anything for a day. Isn't he hungry? Why didn't he have dinner?"

"I don't know."

"This is so abnormal, did the prince say anything?"

"The prince seemed to dislike the small size of the wooden barrel and the lack of water it could hold..." The guard repeated to Wan Lianxing everything he had heard.

"Go back."

The next day, the prince did not attend the court meeting. Someone reported to Wan Lianxing that the prince had asked for leave because he was going to reclaim wasteland outside the city.

Just when Wan Lianxing was still showing no signs of emotion, the old butler came over and spoke in Cheng Youning's favor, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince wants to complete the task you assigned him as soon as possible and return to school. Although the Crown Prince is young, he is as resilient as an adult."

Wan Lianxing wanted to call him back to ask him what he was making a fuss about, but then he thought that things would turn around when they reached their extreme, so he went with him. However, Cheng Youning used this as an excuse to take leave and not attend court meetings for many days afterwards.

Wan Lianxing always felt that Cheng Youning was abnormal, so when Cheng Youning did not attend the court meeting on the first day, he sent people to the outside of the city gate to blatantly monitor Cheng Youning.

A big straw hat covered Cheng Youning's face tightly. Not to mention those who were watching Cheng Youning on the side of the road, even Shang Xi, his mother, could not see Cheng Youning's emotions.

Seeing Cheng Youning picking up the hoe again, Shang Xi pulled Cheng Youning aside distressedly and said, "Didn't you apply fertilizer yesterday? Why are you still reclaiming the land? How much land do you want to reclaim?"

Cheng Youning chuckled: "Mom, we need to reclaim ten acres of wasteland."

"Ten acres?" Shang Xi thought about how big a piece of land ten acres was. For a moment, she couldn't calculate it. "That would be a very large piece of land."

Cheng Youning pointed to the distance and said, "The place where those people are is the boundary."

Those people who were still living on the rice porridge given by Prince Pang's Mansion yesterday, now have their own land. They rented the land from the court, borrowed farm tools, and are working hard to cultivate the land overgrown with weeds. Although it is tiring, they finally have the capital and hope to survive.

Shang Xi looked at the ten acres of land in Cheng Youning's eyes and couldn't accept it: "Oh my God, this is going to tire my son to death."

"It's okay, mother. Look at those people who are reclaiming the land. They also have children. They are much weaker than your son. Your son is strong and has a lot of strength. He won't get tired."

"That won't do. Other families are cultivating wasteland, but you're just reclaiming it all by yourself. How are you, a nine-year-old kid, supposed to handle ten acres of wasteland? I'll talk to Song Tingzhi. Two or three acres is not bad for training, but ten acres is like asking my son to die."

"Mother, I'm strong. Ten acres looks big, and we can cultivate it in a few days. Don't go looking for Song Tingzhi. He has always been stubborn about my affairs. We are both disgusted with each other. I don't want to bow to him for ten acres of wasteland."

"Then I'll go home and find your father, and have him go to the palace to find the emperor. Anyway, you can't keep doing this. If you exhaust yourself and hurt your strength, you won't grow any taller. You're growing taller, and if you work with brute force every day, your body will be worn out."

"Mom, don't waste your energy. Don't bother my dad. It was my grandpa who instructed Song Tingzhi. But it's okay. If others can do it, my son can do it too. If ten days are not enough, I can do it in half a month. If half a month is still not enough, I can do it in a month. As long as you know how to do it, you can finish it."

"Youning, you were complaining yesterday, why are you so peaceful today?"

"Mom, there's no point in complaining. No one will help me with this job. I might as well save my energy and work hard."

"Youning, when did you come today? I heard Big Eyes say you came before dawn. Is that true?"

Cheng Youning nodded. "If you want to do farm work, you have to act like you're doing farm work. Look at those old farmers, they work from dawn to dusk. Mother, I have to hurry up. I have to hurry up and catch up with the third crop this year."

"Youning, aren't you going to plant a plum tree? That thing will survive if it's transplanted here."

"We must plant the plum trees, but that won't interfere with growing crops. I want to sow a few handfuls of wheat in the open space so that during the New Year, Mom can eat the wheat I planted myself."

"It sounds great, and I'm looking forward to it, but I'm worried you'll tire yourself out."

"Mom, I've been practicing martial arts since I was young, so I can handle a lot of hard work. With my body, I can work from sunrise to sunset, and I have endless energy."

People are not machines, so how can they have endless energy? Shang Xi felt sorry for Cheng Youning, but she couldn't find a solution. The only thing she could solve for Cheng Youning was the lunch problem. "Youning, what do you want to eat for lunch? Mother will ask the kitchen in the mansion to make it for you."

Cheng Youning pointed to a small basket on the ground and said with a smile, "Mom, that's where I eat for the day."

"What? You want to eat here tonight too?"

Shang Xi opened the basket and saw that it was filled with some simple food.

"What Sister Wu prepared for me are all my favorite foods. I plan to clear the land as soon as possible and plant these ten acres according to the solar terms."

Looking at the lunch and dinner Sister Wu had distributed, she asked, "Are you going to work here until late?"

"Farming requires getting up early and going to bed late. Besides, it's cool in the morning and evening, which is suitable for work. Mother, I'm anxious to get to work. You can go to the roots of the tree to accompany Yuhua. It's dusty here, and it will be very hot when the sun comes out."

On the way here today, Shang Xi was still worried that Cheng Youning would lose her temper. Overnight, Cheng Youning seemed to have grown up and knew how to comfort her. It was cool now and the sun was not scorching. Shang Xi did not dare to delay Cheng Youning's work, so she left the wasteland and sat down next to Yuhua.

Just like yesterday, Yuhua brought another basket of eggs to distribute to the elderly, weak and sick.

In just one day, everyone knew there were eggs in Yuhua's basket when they saw it. Some children who looked healthy couldn't help but reach out their hands to Yuhua.