The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Feng shook his head. "How come your brain isn't as fast as the lotus leaves? I took Tiezhu to the fields this morning and saw a lot of children flying kites on the mountain. Reselling kites is better than selling pots."

Cheng Feng has taken Cheng Tiezhu out quite often these days. The Wan family has diversified businesses, and land is also part of the palace's operations.

The palace's farmland amounted to tens of thousands of hectares, accruing from three sources: imperial fiefs, additional gifts from the emperor, and some of the land itself. The land holdings of Prince Pang far exceeded those of other princes and ministers, but the palace's granaries were completely empty, having been confiscated by the Ministry of Revenue as war reserves.

The palace's fields require thousands of people to take care of them every year, and the workers' wages cost hundreds of taels of silver every year. If Shang Xi hadn't run a side business in the paddy fields, raising clams, ducks, fish and crabs, they would have lost money relying solely on food.

Cheng Feng and Tiezhu got up early. When they arrived at the fields, many old farmers were already working there. This was the last crop of the year. Although the drought had reduced grain production, everyone still took good care of it. They were proficient in farming and were hardworking. Many of them went up the mountain with their entire family. While the adults worked in the fields, the children played with their heads down.

They caught insects, fought crickets, dug out anthills, and played slingshots—they did everything. Some children also played with kites, and the sight of a few colorful kites floating in the sky above the silky green fields was a refreshing sight. That's why Cheng Feng thought of asking Chen Qingsheng to resell kites. The main problem was that kites broke quickly. After playing with them for a while, they would get fluffy and cracked. So if you like flying kites, you have to buy them all the time.

Chen Qingsheng's thin face was highlighted by a pair of wide-open eyes, which were round and rolling around. He was thinking about the trick Cheng Feng had given him, and his hands unconsciously touched his dry hair. Chen Qingsheng looked like he was affected by the drought in Fengqi. His face was yellow and his bones were visible. He looked like he was dehydrated. The worst part was his hair. Other people's hair was shiny and glossy, as if it was greased with oil, but his hair was like sick and water-deficient wheat seedlings, withered and withered hair and hairy teeth.

Chen Qingsheng's hands unconsciously ran through his hair. His dry hair soon turned into a mess in his hands. He didn't even realize it. His eyes sparkled, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he became excited. "Huh? Why didn't I think of selling kites? I can make kites."

Cheng Feng, who was so smooth and shiny, really wanted to use a knife to shave off Chen Qingsheng's messy hair, but he couldn't. Many people love their hair like their life, but he was not like him. He had no obsession with hair for more than 20 years.

Looking at Chen Qingsheng, Cheng Feng was about to smile. He thought, who can't make a kite? There was a time when Cheng Youning urged him to make kites every day. Speaking of making kites, he could even give Chen Qingsheng some advice. "Qingsheng, if you want to make kites, you can ask Cheng Youning for a kite album. He has an album with various styles of kites in it. You can refer to it. But when you sell kites, remember not to use the name of the palace."

Everyone knew about the kite incident that Cheng Youning had caused. When Chen Qingsheng heard Cheng Feng talk about it, his back, which had just been burning, broke into a cold sweat. How could he dare ask Cheng Youning for the kite catalog? He didn't dare ask the small but cunning prince for anything.

Cheng Feng wasn't looking at Chen Qingsheng, who was lost in thought. He was looking at He Ye, who looked awkward. In just eight or nine days, she had become much more haggard, with scars on her face. Cheng Feng thought He Ye had finally found happiness after suffering so much, but he never expected that within five years of her peaceful life, her mother, Liu Dalan, would return from Dalang to Fengqi. How hard it had been for He Ye.

If Cheng Tiezhu hadn't dragged Cheng Feng here, Cheng Feng wouldn't be here at this moment. Cheng Feng knew that He Ye hated her parents and had prejudices against her brothers and sisters. She went out on the street during the day and locked herself in the house at night, refusing to see Cheng Tiezhu.

Cheng Tiezhu was the kindest of the family, and his appearance and personality resembled that of the eldest Cheng. From the letters they had exchanged over the years, one could tell he cared deeply about He Ye. After all, they were brother and sister, and Cheng Feng didn't want to see them at odds. Fortunately, He Ye still listened to Cheng Feng, so Cheng Feng obeyed his orders and came. He stretched out his big hand and pressed it on the top of He Ye's head. With a little force, he straightened He Ye's tilted head and said with a smile, "Your brother Tiezhu is here to see you, why are you twisting your head to the side?"

Cheng Tiezhu was embarrassed when he saw He Ye. In their family, He Ye had suffered the most. Not only was she unloved by her father and mother, but she was also beaten repeatedly. Cheng Tiezhu had also come here. His purpose was naturally different from that of his mother and He Bao. He wanted to comfort the injured He Ye. However, he came here and knocked on the door twice, but He Ye didn't open the door for him. He didn't even have a chance to say a word to He Ye before he left.

"He Ye, you've suffered so much over the years. I know you've been wronged, and I feel the pain in my heart too. Mother has been domineering all her life, and Dad and I can't stand her either. She's domineering at home, commanding everyone with her spear all day long. We've long been fed up with her. A few days ago, she beat up your sister-in-law, and I was beaten countless times by her. I hated her so much, but I couldn't hit her. But I've told her many times about your affairs, asking her not to bother you, but she not only didn't listen, but instead scolded me to death..."

Before Tiezhu could finish, He Ye interrupted her. She didn't want to hear any words of apology or repentance. She had been beaten again and again, so what else could she say? She had long since recognized these people. Her mother was tyrannical and unreasonable, her father was honest and incompetent, and her sister He Bao took after her mother. Only this brother treated her well, but he didn't save her from the hands of the boy. It was impossible for her not to hate him.

He Ye had nothing to say to her family, and she had nothing to say to Cheng Tiezhu either. She lowered her head slightly, her eyes looking away, not looking at Cheng Tiezhu's face, and spoke in a light tone, "Wait for me here."

Then the three men saw He Ye turn around and go back to the house. Not long after, the thin He Ye came out carrying a camel-colored cloth bag. The cloth bag was not big, but it was not difficult to see that it contained heavy objects. He Ye's shoulders were weighed down by the bag in her hands.

She leaned forward and strode towards Cheng Tiezhu, handing him the bag. "Here are two hundred taels of silver. Take it. Rent it or sell it. Hurry and find a place to live and take them out to live. This is the palace, there are many people and there are many gossips. Don't make a fool of yourself."