The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Youning lowered his head and listened without saying anything, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

Cheng Feng always had the attitude of talking and coaxing Cheng Youning. If he didn't feel sorry for Cheng Youning, would he have reclaimed land for Cheng Youning at night like a thief? The sun was so scorching that he was already feeling very uncomfortable after coming here for a while, not to mention a child like Cheng Youning. Looking at such a large piece of land waiting to be dug, the child's heart must have been filled with despair.

"Son, look at those kids who are younger than you, aren't they also using hoes to reclaim land? This kind of work is about doing it according to your ability. If you have the strength, work longer, and if you don't, take a break. Your grandfather asked you to reclaim land here, but he didn't limit your time. Why don't you just take your time? Your mother and I are here with you. If you don't want to work, daddy will help you. At most, your grandfather will reward daddy with ten acres of land in a fit of rage. Can reclaiming land and farming really be a burden to daddy?"

Cheng Youning calmed down a lot. He shook his head and said, "Dad, I'd better do it myself. If Grandpa finds out, my work will be in vain."

"What are you afraid of? At most, I'll issue another imperial decree and let Daddy go dig manure with you."

"Daddy, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"What are you afraid of? It's not certain who will get involved between us, father and son."

Although Cheng Youning did not hand the shovel in his hand to Cheng Feng, the corners of his mouth were already raised.

Cheng Feng is the one who coaxes people.

"Dad, my father and I are down on our luck now, and we share the same misfortune. It's better for us not to burden each other and become a difficult pair. Grandpa has many tricks, all very torturous. I want to quickly reclaim these ten acres of wasteland, and then I want to take a good vacation and rest."

"Of course you should. Daddy will take you out to play for a few days. We'll hunt, play cuju, and polo. Daddy will let you have fun."

Hearing about these sports, Cheng Youning nodded happily. Ever since his grandfather fell ill, his father had not taken him out to play. Cheng Youning was at the age when he was most playful. He kept company with books and enjoyed practicing martial arts every day. He often felt bored. Even if there were a hundred pairs of eyes staring at him, it was difficult for him to resist the temptations outside. Cheng Feng coaxed Cheng Youning into happiness with just a few words, and the father and son decided to go out to play.

Under the scorching sun, the family of three were busy on their own piece of wasteland. Except for Shang Xi who was a little overwhelmed, the father and son were persistent. More than an hour passed, and the two of them didn't even take a break. But she was working intermittently, panting. Cheng Feng looked at Shang Xi who was not working at all and said, "Wife, find a cool place to rest. I can reclaim ten acres of land in three days. Don't get in the way here."

"How can I watch you guys while you work? Just do as much as you can. I can't let you do this job alone."

Cheng Feng looked at the piece of land that Shang Xi had reclaimed. An hour had passed, and it was only five feet square. "Wife, it doesn't seem to make much difference whether you do it or not."

"Cheng Feng, you think I don't do enough."

"Wife, you're overthinking it. I absolutely don't mean to dislike you for not doing enough. I think you shouldn't be doing this job at all. It's absolutely a waste of your talent. Building palaces and pagodas is what you should be doing."

Shang Xi felt a little lonely. When she didn't want to draw blueprints, everyone came to her and it was hard to refuse. When she wanted to draw blueprints, no one came to her for design. She even suspected that her designs were outdated and no one liked them anymore.

"No one wants me to design a house now. Maybe it's because of my status that it's hard to offer a price. Actually, my price is not high. For 1,800 taels, I can design a satisfactory mansion for everyone."

"Wife, one thousand eight hundred taels is enough to buy a decent mansion."

"That being said, I definitely won't paint for just one or two hundred taels. I absolutely cannot sell my things at a low price. I'd rather stay home and draw shoe patterns for the soldiers at the border."

After saying that, Shang Xi blew hard towards the hair in front of her forehead. In fact, she had already drawn enough of those shoe patterns. There was nothing novel about those shoe patterns. There was no difference except for the size. Moreover, drawing shoe patterns did not require any technical skills. There were ready-made templates and anyone with long hands could draw them. It was not necessary for her to do it.

Cheng Feng also noticed that Shang Xi had been bored with making shoes for a long time. "Wife, why don't you renovate the mansion?"

When this was mentioned, Shang Xi became excited, "Cheng Feng, Brother Mo has recently made a batch of good things."

"Glazed tiles?"

Shang Xi nodded, "I think we should replace the roof of the house with glazed tiles. While my father is still in good health, let him see how beautiful glazed tiles are."

"Okay, quickly send someone to tell Brother Mo to help us burn a batch of glazed tiles for our palace."

Shang Xi finally put down the hoe in his hand with good reason and went to Liulichang to find Mo Haiyao, asking him to make a batch of glazed tiles for Prince Pang's Palace.

At this time, Cheng Youning came running over. His second load of manure had already been spread all over his field. He took a break from his busy schedule and ran to Cheng Feng, "Dad, did my mom go out to be lazy?"

Cheng Feng laughed when he heard this. "It's just the kind of work your mother does. It's not very conspicuous. There's not much difference between doing it and not doing it. It just so happens that your mother has something important to do right now."

Seeing Cheng Feng acting mysteriously, Cheng Youning became interested. "Dad, what big thing is my mother going to do? How come I haven't heard about it?"

"Your mother and I have decided to replace all the roofs of our palace with glazed tiles?"

"Are the tiles on your roof no longer useful?"

"It's been five years, and the palace should be renovated. Mainly because your mother and I like the glazed tiles. The tiles are bright and beautiful."

Cheng Youning fiddled with his fingers and said, "Glass plates, glass cups, glass cups, glass bowls... glass cups, glass jars, glass basins, glass beads, and now there are also glazed tiles?"

Cheng Feng touched Cheng Youning's head through his hat and said, "Son, haven't you been to your uncle Mo's place to make porcelain clay for a long time?"

"I haven't been there since I became the crown prince. What good things has my uncle Mo come up with?"

"There are so many good things, but the one that Daddy likes the most lately is glazed tiles. Son, do you want to replace the roof of your Prince's Mansion with glazed tiles? It will definitely look great after that."

Cheng Youning's eyes lit up first, then he pursed his lips into a straight line, "Dad, my prince's mansion was built last year, so we should not renovate it in a big way. Glazed tiles are not cheap. If we replace all the roofs in the prince's mansion with glazed tiles, it will cost at least two or three hundred taels."