The escape system takes me to dig for treasures

After Jiang Xi returned, he realized that he had been a little reckless.

Mrs. Song had indeed always been nice to them, but the matter of rice seeds was not only a test of human nature, but the more people knew about it, the greater the risk.

Now we can only see if Mrs. Song can get some useful ideas out of Prime Minister Song.

If Prime Minister Song can come up with an effective solution, tell him about this.

On second thought, these rice seeds have been hidden in her hands all this time. If she doesn't use them, then it doesn't matter whether she has them or not.

Maybe this is also an opportunity.

Jiang Xi didn't know that it was because of this opportunity that hundreds of thousands of lives were saved in the next two years.

After Song Zhaocheng came home from court, he had just had a sip of water when he was pulled into the study by his wife.

"Ma'am, what's wrong? What happened?"

Seeing his wife's solemn expression, Song Zhaocheng couldn't help but start recalling what he had done since he got up early in the morning.

I thought about it again but couldn't remember what I had done to offend the lady!

Then he started recalling from yesterday, but as he was old, it was a bit difficult for him to recall the details of what happened yesterday.

As he was distracted, he stumbled when being pulled up the stairs by Mrs. Song, and the two people, who weighed seventy or eighty people in total, almost fell together.

However, this pull immediately brought Mrs. Song back to her senses.

"How are you? Are you okay? Did you fall?"

Mrs. Song asked with concern.

Looking at his wife's expression and seeing that she didn't seem angry, Song Zhaocheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, you just helped me."

The couple walked into the study, and Mrs. Song turned around and closed the door.

"What happened?"

After analyzing the situation and deciding that it was not him who had upset his wife, Song Zhaocheng sat down leisurely.

He poured himself a glass of water from the table and started drinking it.

Mrs. Song also calmed down at this time.

Mrs. Song thought for a moment and said, "Didn't I go out with Ah Li and meet a few people these days?"

Song Zhaocheng nodded. He heard from his wife a few days ago that she went out to eat hotpot with Jiang Lie and met some of Jiang Lie's friends.

"I heard something."

Mrs. Song paused.

"Let me ask you, if there is a kind of rice that can produce 700 kilograms of grain per mu per year, what would you do?"

Song Zhaocheng listened and paused holding the teacup in his hand.

Then he reached out his hand and touched Mrs. Song's forehead, "You don't have a fever either!"

What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight?

Madam Song slapped his hand away in anger, "Okay, you can't, right? Let's just take it as a hypothesis. If you have a seed that can produce 700 kilograms of grain per mu, would you hand it over directly to the court?"

As husband and wife, is the lady asking about the seeds?

How could Song Zhaocheng not know that there was something behind his wife's words?

He glanced at his wife, then looked away, as if thinking about something.

Mrs. Song did not disturb him at this time.

However, Song Zhaocheng did not answer Mrs. Song for this question for a while.

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Song called the housekeeper and gave him two hundred kilograms of rice seeds.

Jiang Li had already mixed these two hundred kilograms of rice seeds once before giving them to Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song asked Manager Song to make arrangements, and the farm will use this batch of rice seeds in the spring of next year.

Manager Song was a little puzzled as to why the lady would worry about such detailed matters.

When they were delivered to the farm and handed over to the head of the village, I took a closer look but did not find any difference in these seeds.

I didn’t think about it any more.

But when he went back to report, Jiang Li happened to be there, and he said, "Before the spring breeding season, I will give you another bag."

As a result, half of the fields in the village were covered with rice seeds sent by Jiang Li.

Manager Song couldn't help but ask, "Madam, is there any difference between this seed and our ordinary seeds?"

He was mainly worried about the impact on Zhuangzi's harvest next year.

When I took the bag of rice seeds over, the village head was actually a little unhappy. He was worried that the seeds, which came from nowhere, might not be good enough.

However, after opening the bag and taking a closer look, his expression seemed to be much more relaxed.

I guess the quality of the seeds is still acceptable.

But I just don't understand what the difference is, so why do we have to find seeds from other places for the people on the farm to plant.

Originally, the village head was directly responsible for solving these seed issues.

Madam Song glanced at Steward Song and did not tell him the truth. She only said, "This was brought from Hangzhou. I heard it tastes delicious and is even more chewy."

"When the time comes, you can keep an eye on the fields. If the rice tastes good, we will send two bags of rice to each family that has a good relationship with us."

Food may not seem to be worth much, but it’s mainly because the Prime Minister’s wife is willing to give her the face she deserves.

Just by thinking about it, Manager Song could imagine the scene of ladies and young ladies from various families in the capital competing with each other in July and August next year. Whichever family received food sent by the Song family would mean that they were more valued by the Song family.

Manager Song naturally took to heart what Mrs. Song had personally instructed him to do. After receiving Mrs. Song's instructions, he hurried down to make the arrangements.

As for Song Zhaocheng, Mrs. Song had been in charge of household affairs all year round, and he had never asked about it, so he didn't know that Mrs. Song had already started the experiment.

Song Zhaocheng was busy with other things and did not think deeply about the difficult problem given to him by Mrs. Song.

Unexpectedly, something happened in the court soon, which made Song Zhaocheng think of the question asked by Mrs. Song.

Just like every other day when I went to the government office, the rule was to attend the morning court every three days, but today was not the day for the court.

Song Zhaocheng arrived at the office early. He had just sat down, took out the official documents and started to look through them when his entourage suddenly ran in hurriedly from outside.

"Sir, there is a sudden news from the palace. The emperor has urgently summoned everyone to court. There is an important matter coming from the border!"

Song Zhaocheng could only quickly put on his official uniform with the help of his entourage. When he was ready to go out, the servants had also prepared the carriage.

Along the way to the palace, Song Zhaocheng was worried that the urgent intelligence coming from the border was most likely urgent and dangerous.

On the one hand, Song Zhaocheng was worried about the war situation, and on the other hand, he was worried about Song Yunting.

It is said that a mother worries about her son even when he is far away. Song Zhaocheng has only one son, Song Yunting. Ever since Song Yunting proposed to join the army, he, like his wife, began to worry.

It’s just that Song Zhaocheng is stubborn and won’t express his concern for his son directly.

Song Zhaocheng got off the carriage and walked into the Forbidden City on foot.

When Song Zhaocheng arrived at the palace, other civil and military officials also arrived one after another.

Song Zhaocheng was close by and looked relatively calm, while some officials who arrived late had run so hard that their shoes fell off.