Surprise! I emptied the emperor's private treasury before exile

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the front yard, and the shopkeeper's voice was the most penetrating: "Sir, sir, I have already registered with Huang Tou'er yesterday."

"My Lord remembers that you were registered as an exile from the capital. You settled in Jingtian Village, with no house or land." The officer's voice was so loud that the Fifth Prince and Fan Jingrui in the corridor in the backyard could hear it clearly.

"Jingtian Village, are they coming for us?" Fan Jingrui and the Fifth Prince looked at each other and quietly took a few steps forward until they could take in the entire situation at the entrance of the inn.

A shifty-looking officer was walking around the inn, fiddling with a whip in his hand.

Seeing that the shopkeeper had not made any move, he said, "There is an order from above that pirates are rampant recently. To prevent spies from sneaking in, no one can stay in the county for more than five days."

The shopkeeper got anxious when he heard this: "Sir, what should we do? I have already received a ten-day deposit from the other party. Sir, how about this? Please accept this little bit of money."

The officer waved his hand impatiently: "We are just following orders."

What's the point of following orders? It's just that your appetite is too big and you are not satisfied with the little money the shopkeeper has.

The shopkeeper sighed helplessly and took out a purse from his pocket again: "Sir, businessmen value integrity the most. If I lose my promise, my inn will not be able to operate. Please be kind and make some concessions. Just this time, and it will not happen again. Sir, what do you think?"

With such blatant solicitation of bribes, no wonder the entire county is so depressed. With the attitude of being skinned as soon as you meet, I'm afraid even the best businessman will find it difficult to continue his business.

The fifth prince's face was so dark that it seemed like ink could drip out of it. "You bastard."

Compared to the Fifth Prince's anger, Fan Jingrui was more rational. "Cousin, it seems we need to reconsider the matter of drowning the baby."

The fifth prince shook his head and said, "We should deal with this as soon as possible. Let An Qi investigate the situation in the county magistrate's office tonight."

The officer, who didn't know their fate was coming to an end, took the purse, weighed it in his hand, and then replied slowly, "This is just the first time. It won't happen again."

Having said this, he walked away.

The innkeeper was left alone, sighing sadly as he looked at the inn he was struggling to maintain.

The Fifth Prince became even more angry when he saw this. "I'm going out for a walk."

Fan Jingrui wanted to stop him, but the Fifth Prince was so angry and walked so fast that he didn't give him any chance.

Fan Jingrui was helpless, but with the two secret guards left by the Queen, the Fifth Prince's safety was guaranteed.

However, there were many elderly, weak, women and children in the Fan family, and it was very easy for someone to take advantage of them. Thinking of this, Fan Jingrui quickly turned back and summoned all the people who had not yet gone out to work to Mr. Fan's room.

He recounted what he had just seen. "My opinion is that we should return to the village as soon as possible. What do you think?"

Chu Ci was the first to agree, "I agree, to save others you must first save yourself."

Mr. Fan is old and prefers a stable life. "I have to go back to the village sooner or later, so it's better to go back sooner."

Everyone else respected Mr. Fan and followed his orders.

Only the youngest, Fan Jingliang, seemed to understand. He raised his hand happily and said, "When we go back to the village, will we have candy?"

Chu Ci couldn't help but smile bitterly when she heard this. No matter what the Fifth Prince's plan was, the sugar-making workshop had to postpone its opening. Fan Jingrui quickly held her hand tightly. "Don't worry, it will be quick."

Chu Ci nodded.

The two behaved in a natural and intimate manner, and the Fan family members present saw it with their eyes and were delighted. In order not to disturb them, everyone planned to quietly leave.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fan’s words “Jingrui, you stay” shattered the beauty that everyone had managed to maintain.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Chu Ci, their eyes full of regret.

Chu Ci pretended not to know and left the room with everyone else. When he reached the door, he called Qianxue and Qianyan: "Come and help your sister-in-law."

The two thought Chu Ci was going to make some new food again, and they were very excited. Unexpectedly, Chu Ci took them back to the room and pressed them in front of the desk: "I will describe it, and you can draw it as much as you can."

After that, he began to describe the various components, structure and principles of the curved plow.

But the two were just ladies in the boudoir after all, and it was quite difficult for them to draw a complex object just by oral description. The three of them revised it for almost an entire afternoon before they finished drawing the curved plow.

"Let Mo Yan go to the farm tool shop." Since the sugar-making business is not going to work for the time being, let's open up the wasteland! At any time, the land is the most generous. Chu Ci ordered.

Chu Ci thought it was just a trivial matter, but Qianxue and Qianyan were puzzled. "Sister-in-law, with the map in hand, it is not difficult to make a curved plow. But the plowshare needs to be made of iron, which is not available in ordinary farm tool shops."

"Where can I find it?" Chu Ci then remembered that Tie Gui Chaotang was in charge, but she didn't want to give up.

"The weapons shop under the border army is there. It would be great if my uncle could come." This was the first time Qian Yan mentioned Duan Tianji since Heiyun or the farewell before, but it was under this circumstance. If Duan Tianji knew about it, he would not know whether he would cry or laugh.

But Chu Ci had no time to care about others. He had some iron in his space, but it would be too conspicuous if he took it out. After thinking it over again and again, Chu Ci said, "Let's use hardwood instead first and see how it goes!"

Knowing that Chu Ci needed it urgently, Mo Yan gave the craftsman enough money.

Even so, it was not until the next day when Chu Ci and his party returned to Jingtian Village that they saw the finished product.

The plows of this era were still the earliest straight-beam plows, which were heavy and clumsy, not flexible enough to turn, and required two oxen to pull. Therefore, ordinary farmers could not afford them.

The curved plow that Chu Ci ordered people to make was smaller in size, more flexible and convenient to use, and the depth of soil turning could also be adjusted freely.

Therefore, as soon as Chu Ci ordered people to try it out in the wasteland, people from Jingtian Village came to watch.

"Is that a plow? Why is it different from the one I saw at the landlord's house?"

An experienced hand could tell the difference between the two in a moment: "It is lighter and turns the soil deeper."

Hearing this, some people immediately thought of themselves: "It would be great if we could use it, then we could save a lot of effort."

But few people dared to echo such words. It was because the shock Chuci gave people was too strong.

The people of Jingtian Village were unwilling to watch the benefits slip away.

Finally, someone thought of asking the village chief for help.

However, as soon as he arrived at the village chief's house, he saw Chu Ci sitting in the main room, while the village chief was diligently recording something.

Seeing this scene, the people who came here all dropped to the ground with a thump in their hearts. "Do we still have hope?"

"It should be gone!" Someone murmured softly.

"What bad luck--" Some people with impatient tempers spat secretly, turned around and left.