The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Yes, the mistress of the Chen family is still very ill. If she doesn’t take care of herself for a year or two, it will be difficult for her to be full of energy.

At this time, Chen Qingliao said, "Cheng Feng, Tiezhu has been helping your Wan and Qian families run their porcelain shops. You should have news about him. Those with connections in Dalang have all fled, and those without connections are also trying to escape. If you're here, Tiezhu will definitely come to you."

Cheng Feng glanced at Shang Xi again and had to tell the truth. Some things could not be concealed for long. With Tie Zhu and the others coming, Shang Xi would know sooner or later. The sooner he told them, the sooner he would be free: "I have sent people to the checkpoint to meet them. If Tie Zhu comes, they will let them pass."

Shang Xi was so smart that she knew the Cheng family might be coming, and Liu Dalan might come too. Thinking of this, Shang Xi picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, using the tea to suppress the anger in her heart. She couldn't lose her temper because there were so many people around, and it was not certain whether this person would come or not, so she couldn't lose her temper even more.

At this time, Chen's youngest son smiled and said, "Brother Fengzi, thanks to you for sending someone to pick us up. Otherwise, we might have been like those refugees crammed into the checkpoint, facing a dead end. The gate of Fengqi is terribly high, and the soldiers guarding the checkpoint are countless. If Brother Fengzi's people hadn't shown up in time, we brothers would have been wandering around Fengqi's gate for who knows how many days."

Cheng Feng also smiled when he heard this. "After receiving your letter, I started calculating the time and sent someone to the border to pick you up a month in advance, for fear of missing you."

The Chen brothers were grateful to Cheng Feng. If Cheng Feng hadn't come to pick them up, they, the brothers, with their four coffins, would never have been able to enter Fengqi's country. They were exploited and poisoned, and they were displaced on the road for months. They never had a good night's sleep. They were frightened and worried as they traveled. They didn't know the difference between day and night, or between morning and evening. In short, they were confused and numb all the way, almost like zombies.

When they actually entered Fengqi and were picked up by Cheng Feng's men, they finally felt relieved after having been hanging for months.

They entered the bustling and noisy begging world as if they were dreaming. They had been away from such a comfortable and affluent life for a long time, and being in the begging world seemed so unreal.

The tragic deaths of their loved ones one after another have caused the Chen brothers to suffer heavy blows and setbacks time and time again. The iron-like Chen brothers have also become fragile. When the deceased was buried yesterday, the Chen family was in great grief. This made Shang Xi shed countless tears, not to mention Yuhua, who cried the loudest, crying until she fainted.

The Chen family's misfortune made everyone around them sad and cry. Only the refugees outside the north city did not react much to the Chen family's misfortune. They were in the same situation and had long been accustomed to such tragedies.

At first they also talked about their misfortunes every day, but as time went on, no one liked to listen to them talk about their misfortunes except for self-pity. Now they just want to fill their stomachs and survive. No one cares about which family has more deaths or which family is more miserable. No one will pay more attention to such excitement. Smart people save their energy and pick up hoes to reclaim the land they rented. Having land to farm is their hope of survival.

Ten days later.

Cheng Youning was lying on the edge of the field, watching the refugees pouring into the city gate. He didn't know how many groups there were. He heard that the refugees from other states and counties in the north were countless, all of them old, young, sick and disabled. Because they had posted a notice in Fengqi, the northern pass had been opened, and a large number of refugees had entered Fengqi. In order to settle down in Fengqi, they all rented land and borrowed food from the court.

"Your Highness, your ten acres of land have been planted and you can go back to report." The speaker was Qiao Rong.

Cheng Youning dropped the fresh grass leaves in his hand and raised his arm to be helped up by Qiao Rong.

"Let's go back. Come with me to the palace later to visit my grandfather. I haven't been to the palace for a while."

When passing by Song Tingzhi, Cheng Youning asked him, "Sir, the land has been planted. Do you have any other advice?"

Cheng Youning's work was obvious to all. He had planted the plum trees and the wheat. Song Tingzhi had nothing to say because it was impeccable. So he offered his first compliment to Cheng Youning this month: "The student did a great job."

After hearing this, Cheng Youning knew that he had completed his mission. "If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

Song Tingzhi nodded in agreement, and Cheng Youning bowed to Song Tingzhi, then turned and left.

Song Tingzhi looked at Cheng Youning walking away, feeling confused. He was becoming more and more confused about the prince. The two-faced prince had always hoped that he would resign from the position of Prince Taibao, but on the surface he was very respectful to him. How could he be so patient when he was only nine years old?

He turned around and looked at Cheng Youning's ten acres of land, a patch of plum trees, and some other crops. In order to manage the endless influx of refugees here, Song Tingzhi paid little attention to Cheng Youning, especially when transplanting plum trees and planting crops, Cheng Youning seemed to have learned it all by himself.

Later, he learned from the emperor that Cheng Youning's master Huang Chenming used to lead Cheng Youning in planting flowers and grass in the garden, and expelling insects and weeding. Cheng Youning knew a little about farming.

But today, the child gave him a salute that made Song Tingzhi feel unfamiliar. Usually, the child was always polite to him, but today he had a strange feeling. The last salute the prince gave him seemed to be saying goodbye to him.

Just as Song Tingzhi was wondering where this strange feeling came from, a man who came to rent land brought him back to the present.

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For the first time in more than half a month, Cheng Youning returned to his Prince's Mansion early, and the lifeless Prince's Mansion seemed to have regained some vitality.

All the officials in the Prince's Mansion, including the guards, maids and servants, were extremely attentive to Cheng Youning. They loved and feared the Prince.

It was the prince who punished them and rewarded them on a daily basis. They were the prince's people in life and the prince's ghosts in death. They were the prince's people for the rest of their lives, so they often tried to guess the thoughts of this nine-year-old child, just to please him.

For many days, Cheng Youning had been working day and night, going out early and coming back late, and it was difficult for people in the mansion to see the prince. Today, the prince came back early, and the heads of various departments, whether they had something to do or not, wanted to find Cheng Youning to report some trivial matters in the mansion, but Cheng Youning refused to see them all. He wanted to take a bath before entering the palace.

He lay comfortably on his back in the wooden barrel, humming a popular tune, and looked in a very good mood, which made the people who followed and served him happy.

Qiao Rong asked, "Your Highness, are you happy that those ten acres of wasteland have been properly planted with crops?"