I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

Old Mrs. Murong had no choice but to stand up and follow him out.

How could she be in the mood to appreciate the flowers? When she had a chance, she asked again, "How is Chang'er's marriage going? He is not young anymore, and he can't delay in starting a family. It's better to settle it early so that you can hold your grandson as soon as possible!"

Old Mrs. Fu was unhappy and said, "Hasn't your Bao Qian decided yet?"

When Mrs. Murong saw that her elder sister was getting the message, she quickly said, "Yes, she doesn't even like the families in the capital. That child has high standards. There's really nothing we can do about it."

Old Lady Murong gritted her teeth and continued, "I think Chang'er is a good person. They have been childhood sweethearts, and we are old sisters. If it works out, wouldn't it be a matter of strengthening the relationship?"

Old Madam Fu seemed to have not heard clearly, and looked at Old Madam Murong in surprise: "Old sister, I already have a grandson, are you really willing to let Bao Qian be a mistress? No, no, that would be really unfair to Miss Bao Qian."

Old Mrs. Murong's face changed with anger.

"You...how can you say that?"

Old Mrs. Fu looked at Murong with a confused expression, as if she didn't understand why she was angry.

Aunt Zhang stepped forward quickly and said apologetically, "Madam, I'm so sorry. You know my old lady..."

Nanny Zhang pointed to her head.

Old Madam Murong flicked the handkerchief in her hand, turned around and walked out.

Just as Aunt Zhang was about to chase after him, Old Lady Fu stopped her and said, "Aunt Zhang, there seems to be something in my shoe, it hurts my foot..."

Nanny Zhang had no choice but to turn back.

Old Madam Murong walked very quickly. When she went out, she was helped by a maid into the carriage and drove away.

Nanny Zhang helped the old lady sit down and was about to take off her shoes.

The old lady said: "No, my feet are comfortable again!"

Aunt Zhang: Were you pretending just now?

My God, you are not confused at all when you should be clear-headed.

"What do I know about men's affairs in the officialdom? It's not easy to do a good job in the Salt and Iron Bureau with a clean record!"

……

Ji Xiaobei looked at the old lady who was so angry that she was smoking in the yard and smiled.

Fu Jichang in the government office rubbed his brows and listened to the chattering reports from the people below.

"President Tong, there is really no solution at all!" The man was very worried.

I don’t know how many times this has been discussed. It is really difficult to resettle the refugees.

The only way is to open the warehouse and release the grain

But several surrounding prefectures could not hold back. If Anzhou released grain first, it would only attract more refugees.

"I have an idea!" said Fu Jichang.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"Let the refugees go to Xishan and Anlianshan to reclaim wasteland. If they are willing to do so, we will give them food on credit. When there is a harvest on the mountain, we will buy the food back."

As soon as Fu Jichang finished speaking, someone raised an objection: "Tongpan, the land on those two mountains is barren and not suitable for growing crops. The people of the Minister of Agriculture have investigated it. Planting crops is a waste of seeds..."

"Yes, judge. Even if it can grow on the mountain, it will take seven or eight months. How can we have enough food in the warehouse?"

“What if, what if the disaster victims receive the food but don’t cultivate the land properly?”

"It's impossible to grow crops on the mountain. This road should be blocked."

Fu Jichang nodded and said, "If I can find suitable crops to grow, which can mature in three months and are suitable for planting on the barren hills, can you take care of the rest?"

Everyone looked at each other and looked at Fu Jichang in confusion.

The people from the Minister of Agriculture said that there was nothing they could do.

Where can Judge Fu find the seeds?

Fu Jichang slammed his hand on the table and said, "Are you all deaf? Didn't you hear what I said?"

Prefect Liang smiled and said, "Tongpan, are you sure about finding the seeds?"

"Why, you don't believe me?"

"We dare not, we dare not!" everyone said in unison.

"I'll find a way to solve the seed problem. For the other things, you guys come up with a plan and report back by this time tomorrow!"

Fu Jichang stood up and left angrily.

Prefect Liang also stood up and said to the people below: "Why are you all still standing there? Didn't you hear what Judge Fu said?"

Everyone dispersed.

People in the government office were whispering:

"The emperor is already in a state of panic, what can a mere judge do?"

Someone sneered:

"Don't tell me, Master Fu has great connections, maybe he can get the seeds."

"He has not gone to ask the Minister of Agriculture for help. Those people have come several times. We can't grow anything on the West Mountain. It's not like we haven't tried before. We might as well eat those seeds."

When Prefect Liang walked by with his hands behind his back, everyone fell silent.

Although he seemed to be worried about Fu Jichang, he was actually very happy in his heart. If Fu Jichang took this job, he would be doomed.

Prefect Liang was suppressed by Fu Jichang and could not make any decisions, which made him very angry.

If Fu Jichang left, he would have the final say in Anzhou City.

Prefect Liang was not worried about the refugees.

The surrounding prefectures had no solution, so what else could Prefect Liang do?

Since no one in the government has taken any action, he won't be the first to take action.

Then let’s wait for the court’s solution.

He walked to the backyard.

Madam Liang came forward and asked, "People say that Fu Tongpan wants to grow crops on the West Mountain. Is that true?"

Prefect Liang sneered: "Humph! He wants to be the first to stand out. Who knows, there might be guns pointed at him!"

Madam Liang smiled and said, "That's not good. The whole Anzhou Fu Tongpan is much more famous than you. If he leaves, you can still hold your head high and live a decent life!"

Fu Jichang was worrying in the yard next to them at the moment.

"Master, are you going to the capital to look for the Minister of Agriculture?" Xu Yu said anxiously.

"What do you want to see them for?" Fu Jichang asked.

"No, aren't you going to get seeds?"

Fu Jichang snorted coldly: "If they had seeds, the problem would have been solved long ago."

Xu Yu was suddenly speechless: The Minister of Agriculture has no seeds. You made such a boast, aren't you waiting to be slapped in the face?

He asked carefully, "Master, where are you going to find seeds? Seeds that mature in three months have never been heard of since ancient times. If it really doesn't work, you can summon the officials of the government office, explain the situation, and find another way!"

"If you can think of a solution, why wait until today?"

"Then you can't risk your life for this matter. The news that you are planning to open up wasteland and buy grain on credit will soon spread out, and then it will be too late. Those people in the court are afraid of chaos and will definitely report it to the emperor. The consequences will be disastrous..."

In a moment, I was sweating from anxiety.

"Go to Mingyi Lane!" said Fu Jichang.

Xu Yu: Ah, Mingyi Lane, there are no seeds in Mingyi Lane again.

OMG!

Xuyou's legs felt a little weak.

The two men rode their horses to Mingyi Lane.

There were three children hanging on the black tower, their mouths grinning from ear to ear...