Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

"Father, don't worry. At the foot of Yanmen Mountain, the valleys and slopes stretch for thousands of miles. If terraced fields are cultivated, I estimate that there will be 7,000 to 8,000 acres of land.

One mu of land can produce more than 3 dan of millet, and one dan is about catties. Based on an estimate of mu of land, the grain yield is more than catties.

Feng Ranhua's eyes rolled around and she spoke in a clear voice to popularize the knowledge to everyone.

She estimated that if she took out the grain seeds from the secret realm, seven million kilograms would be no problem.

Old Prince Han blinked his tiger eyes with short eyelashes, full of surprise, astonishment and shock. His daughter-in-law has such ability!!!

Han Jindi, who was sitting next to him, saw a layer of soft light around Hua'er, which made his heart beat faster. He was happy that Hua'er was like a beam of light, as bright as the stars in the sky.

His eyes moved slightly, and he grasped Rouyi under his wide sleeves without leaving any trace.

The big palm wrapped around the small hand, kneading it gently, rubbing it to create a different feeling.

As if her delicate hands were buns? Feng Ranhua bit her lower lip and glared at him.

Han Jinyan looked back with affection in his eyes, and Feng Ranhua was touched by his tenderness.

Old Aunt Yu caught a glimpse of the two people in front of her in detail, lowered her eyes slightly, and added a pillow behind the old prince.

Old Prince Han on the bed was still gesturing.

"There are several waterfalls in Yanmen Mountain. We built a canal to divert water to the Weiji Col, which is a natural depression that can form a lake.

With terraces built in this way, there is no need to worry about lack of water source. "

Feng Ranhua saw that her father-in-law was worried about the water quality, so she had already checked it out.

Finally, Feng Ranhua proposed that she bought the land for Ji'er and Ling'er, but would pay taxes according to Yizhou laws.

Old Prince Han didn't care and just let it go. It would be good to give it to his grandchildren.

Moreover, this method is a major event that benefits both the country and the people. Other hills in Yizhou can follow suit. In the future, the people here will no longer have to worry about having enough food.

Master Han San, who was outside the house, could hear the happy conversation from far away.

As the servant entered the room, he was surprised to find that everyone in the room was filled with joy, even his eldest brother could not hide his excitement.

Han Jinyan stood up first and called out "Third Uncle".

"Third Uncle." Feng Ranhua called out casually as a greeting. If anyone dared to spread rumors about her and ruin her reputation, she would just have to break up with him.

When Mr. Han San heard the reluctant address, he felt a burning anger in his head.

"Brother, are you feeling better?" Third Master Han sat down beside Old Prince Han's bed and asked with concern.

Old Prince Han still had a smile on his face as he gestured happily.

But the perceptive Feng Ranhua noticed that her father-in-law's smile did not reach his eyes, because he was on guard against Uncle Han.

Seeing that Mr. Han San was looking at the couple, he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Han Jinyan took Feng Ranhua away. Feng Ranhua lowered her voice and whispered:

"That guy in the room must have told your father about my little black."

"Hmph, I'll think of a trick to beat him a few times, so that I can get rid of the anger I've been holding in for so long. He's just wasting his time worrying about nothing every day. He has nothing to do."

A warm and soft feeling came over Han Jindie's ear, and from time to time, soft lips brushed against his ear.

Faintly, I could hear the sound of my heartbeat by my ear, but I didn't know if it was my own or Hua'er's, it was beating like a small drum.

"I'll take you to the tower." Han Jinyan suddenly became interested. He picked up Feng Ranhua's waist and spun her around. After a few leaps, he headed towards the tower behind.

Feng Ranhua flew into the air and was held in his arms. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she hooked her arms around Han Jinyan's neck firmly.

The guards and servants following behind stared blankly at the beautiful couple hugging and flying, and suddenly felt a little jealous. This time the prince brought the princess back to the palace, and they were fed dog food all day long.

Could it be that spring has arrived, everything is waking up, and it is the season of...

Standing on the top floor of the tower, Han Jinyan and Feng Ranhua overlooked the entire Yizhou together.

Inside the city walls, there are rows of blue brick mansions and bustling traffic; outside the city walls, it is all bleak, with occasional thatched cottages and brick tiles, exuding the atmosphere of a quiet ancient village.

The people walking in the distance move around like stick figures, which is quite interesting.

"Han Jinyan, your Yizhou is so beautiful. It feels like standing on the top of a mountain and overlooking all the mountains below."

Han Jinyan's eyes fell on Hua'er's red lips, and he said gently and firmly, "Call me husband."

"Uh...husband." Feng Ranhua looked at him like a child asking for candy and giggled.

Han Jinyan held Huaer in his arms, his fingertips sliding through his sleeves and dancing on his arms.

"This is your home, and these are your people. You are not allowed to say yours, mine, your home, my home."

He looked at Huaer with burning eyes and said domineeringly.

Feng Ranhua felt her face getting hot when she noticed the change in Han Jinyan's eyes. She felt a sense of excitement from a secret meeting and licked her thin lips unconsciously.

"Well, my home is my home, it's our Yizhou."

Facing the fiery Han Jinyan at this moment, Feng Ranhua softened her tone, her fox eyes brimming with charm.

"Yes. Ji'er and Ling'er will live with you in Shuixing Village for the time being. After they turn three, they need to be initiated in the palace."

Coming closer little by little.

The faint and refreshing masculine scent immediately filled her mouth and nose, like mist and snow, quiet and cold, which could easily cause oxygen deprivation to the brain.

"Ji'er already has a teacher, Master Gong. I am still trying to persuade Master Feng. If Master Feng can also be Ji'er's teacher, I won't have to worry about Ji'er's safety even if the world is in chaos."

"Since the boy still needs to learn strategies to govern the state, Military Advisor Kong can do the job for him."

Han Dieyan changed his embrace from waist to hugging her, his strong arms tightly holding her waist, his forehead resting against hers, and his deep eyes like a sea of ​​fire fell on her snow-white neck.

"Uh...since Er needs to learn so many things? What about Ling'er?"

The nostrils were filled with his unique scent, which could not be hidden, and seemed full of expectations.

"Zhao Zhao's master is Mr. Muquan, who is also the junior sister of Advisor Kong. She will be returning soon. Mr. Muquan's father was a great scholar in the previous dynasty. Mr. Muquan's knowledge and experience are comparable to that of men. It is enough for her to teach him for the time being.

The girl doesn't have to suffer so much, she has a brother, a father, and a mother to take care of her."

In the sky, dusk recedes and dark night comes.

Feng Ranhua, who was restrained in Han Jinyan's arms, raised his hand and threw out a soft couch with two headrests from the space of the small broken book.

Seeing the soft couch at the foot of the wall, Han Jinyan was stunned at first, and then his eyes brightened. Feng Ranhua's face felt hot, and her breathing became a little unstable. She gave him a reproachful look.

It was as if the passion that Han Jinyan had been accumulating for a long time was ignited, and a violent storm raged between his lips.

Feng Ranhua narrowed her beautiful eyes and was too lazy to struggle. She just leaned back and simply relied on him.

Han Jinyan's eyes were shining with heat, and even his breathing became hot. He brushed past the enchanting jade-like face in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and asked with a bewitching and cautious tone:

"May I?"

Wind-dyed painting: …………

Back at Prince Han's mansion, the two of them slept in the same bed. He had a lot of trouble figuring out what to do, and each time he was just one step away from success.

Elm knot.

If she doesn't want to, how can he do it?

Feng Ranhua deliberately revealed a ferocious look and bit Han Jinyan's neck fiercely, like a devil sucking blood.