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When Steward Feng heard this, his face changed slightly, and he quickly explained, "Mr. Song, this is all nonsense. How could our master offend Prince Yong? This must be someone maliciously making up rumors."

"Oh?" Song Yan raised an eyebrow and looked at Manager Feng. "Then this rumor is well-founded and doesn't seem to be groundless."

Manager Feng was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead: "Mr. Song, please believe me, it's a complete misunderstanding. You see, these fifty acres of land are really good land, and the price has dropped to a very low level. It would be a pity if you miss this opportunity."

Song Yan put down the teacup and tapped the table lightly with his fingers: "Manager Feng, you know that buying a piece of land is no small matter. If there is any trouble, I can't afford it."

Manager Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Song, how about this? Our master can reduce the price by another half, to 250 taels. What do you think?"

Song Yan was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking.

Then he smiled and said, "Since Manager Feng is so sincere, I will buy the fifty acres of land."

Manager Feng was overjoyed: "Thank you, Mr. Song! Thank you, Mr. Song! Then shall we go sign the contract now?"

Song Yan nodded: "Okay."

After signing the contract and making an appointment with Song Yan to go to the county government to register it in a few days, Manager Feng left happily.

Song Yan looked at the contract in her hand and a smile appeared on her lips.

Song Yan was in a good mood as he finally got the fifty acres of fertile land.

It turned out that one acre of high-quality farmland only cost five taels of silver, which was a real bargain.

Song Yan walked towards the backyard while thinking about what to plant on the fifty acres.

"Are you satisfied now?" Shu Changyu asked.

Song Yan smiled so much that her mouth almost split to her ears: "Well, these fifty acres of land are a good deal."

He now owns more than one hundred acres of land, and can truly be called a "landlord."

Song Yan felt very happy. He lay down on the couch, crossed his legs and said, "Xiao Shuzi, come and massage my shoulders and legs. If you do well, I will reward you handsomely."

Shu Changyu raised the corner of his lips slightly: "Xiao Shuzi? Did you do well?"

Song Yan's raised legs froze in the air, and the smile on his face froze for a moment. At this moment, Shu Changyu had already walked in front of him, staring down at him.

"No, no, no, I was just kidding." Song Yan quickly stood up and tried to escape, but Shu Changyu held her shoulders.

His strength was not great, but it made Song Yan unable to move.

When Song Yan raised her head, she saw his clearly visible Adam's apple rolling, and his dark pupils gradually turned lustful.

"Wait a minute, my waist is still sore." Song Yan wanted to struggle.

Shu Changyu said in a half-smiley voice: "Your waist is sore, I'll give it a massage."

The slightly calloused fingertips rubbed the waist, bringing a heart-throbbing numbing sensation.

I don't know how long it took, but the study finally became completely quiet.

Song Yan lay on the couch like a salted fish, her eyes half open and half closed, feeling lazy as if all her strength had been drained away.

After a while, he raised his hand with great effort, took out a silver note from his bosom, patted it on Shu Changyu, and said with a smile: "You have served well, little Shuzi, this is a reward for you. Keep up the good work in the future, and I will not treat you unfairly."

Shu Changyu licked the corner of his lips lightly with the tip of his tongue and accepted it with a smile: "Thank you for the reward, Master. Master, rest assured, I will serve you more attentively in the future."

Song Yan couldn't help but curl her toes. She felt inexplicably refreshed. No, it was so refreshing that her scalp was tingling.

Tsk, it’s a bit expensive, costing fifty taels of silver each time.

Song Yan muttered to herself.

But looking at Shu Changyu's enchanting face, I felt that the "price" seemed to be worth it.

He lay back on the couch, closed his eyes and savored the feeling just now.

Then he suddenly remembered something. He had just spent two hundred and fifty taels of silver to buy the land, and gave Shu Changyu another fifty taels of silver as a tip. Now he only had three hundred taels of silver left.

Then you have to hire temporary workers to plow the land and sow seeds, and everything costs money.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Song Yan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight.

He began to think about how to increase revenue and reduce expenditure in the future. After all, there was still a long way to go and he couldn't just live off his savings.

At this time, An Qi's voice came from outside: "Brother Song, the lotus seeds have been delivered. Do you want to plant them now?"

Song Yan jumped up, jumped off the couch, put on her slippers, and went out impatiently.

Several large baskets of lotus seeds were neatly placed beside the pond. Song Yan rubbed her hands excitedly and said, "Plant! Plant now!"

After working hard for most of the day, all the lotus seeds were finally planted.

The spring water flows slowly into the pond through the bamboo pipe, making a crisp sound.

A dozen or so silver fish were swimming happily in the pond, sometimes shuttling between the newly planted lotus seeds, and sometimes jumping out of the water, creating ripples.

Song Yan suddenly felt happy.

"Brother Song, the swing and the osmanthus tree have arrived and are placed outside the yard. Shall we plant them now?" An Qi said again.

Song Yan's eyes lit up, and he said hurriedly, "Then plant them quickly."

It was not until An Qi came in with his men carrying an osmanthus tree that Song Yan realized that the tree was even thicker and taller than he had imagined.

"Isn't it a sapling?" Song Yan was surprised.

"This tree was planted by the master himself." An Qi said quickly.

"Wait, this isn't the Shu family's tree, right?" Song Yan had a strange look on his face.

An Qi's eyes suddenly widened, and he said in panic: "I definitely didn't say it was the Shu family's tree, Brother Song, please don't wrongly accuse me."

When Song Yan saw his guilty expression, she was speechless.

"Plant it here." Shu Changyu stood by the door at some point, looking calm and composed, and raised his hand to point to an open space.

An Qi immediately understood and asked the servants to move the osmanthus tree over there.

Song Yan walked over to Shu Changyu and said speechlessly, "Why did they even dig up your tree?"

"Since I planted it, it's natural for me to deal with it." Shu Changyu said as a matter of course.

Song Yan said with a sullen face: "Forget it, we have already dug it, so let's plant it."

The osmanthus tree is planted outside the study, facing the window. You can see the whole view of the osmanthus tree while lying on the couch.

The thick trunk stands tall, with lush branches and leaves. The sunlight shines through the layers of leaves onto the ground, creating mottled light and shadows.

In summer, it is very pleasant to sit under this tree, enjoy the cool air and eat watermelon.

"Let's install the swing there." Song Yan pointed to the open space on the other side of the osmanthus tree, which was just enough to enjoy the shade of the osmanthus tree without being blocked by the branches.

When the swing was installed, Shu Changyu lowered his eyes slightly, and said with a smile and a little playfulness in his voice: "Do you want to try it?"

Song Yan shook his head to express his refusal. He was already in his twenties and was long past the age for playing on a swing. He didn't know what Shu Changyu wanted to do with a swing.

When Shu Changyu saw that he refused, the corners of his lips curved up a little, as if he was smiling, but he didn't say anything else.