Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

The three of them took the little guy to the river swamp that was being transformed vigorously by the wife of the guard. As soon as they entered the land, Han Batian waved his hand and looked at the pretty woman who was listening to someone's response on the other side. Wherever his eyes went, orders were enforced and all the people were in order.

I bumped my arm with my friend who was engaged early and treated his sister-in-law like a baby: "Was your sister-in-law cute when she was little?"

The drainage of the river swamp and the burying of wood have been completed. Now, there are only twenty hardworking men and women who are trying to go down into the mud. With only the upper body exposed, they measure the surroundings in the swamp with their feet, find another tree, and bury the small pieces of wood scattered on the ground in advance if there is no place to stand.

Walking in the mud was extremely strenuous, but due to the horizontal and vertical trees buried by the ropes, as well as the stones and wooden boards, although the people in the river and swamp stumbled from time to time, it was not a dangerous situation.

"Boss Ji, look at this thin little stem. It's the leaf stalk. It'll grow into a lotus leaf in the future..." A shirtless old farmer was holding up a cleaned lotus root and introducing it. He pulled two roots together at the joint and found a small bump. "This is the lotus root that's going to grow. Look..." He then pointed to another bump. "They're all going to grow. This is the root head, and this is the tail. I've tried for years. I stick the root head diagonally into the mud, with the tail facing upwards. This exposes the leaf stalk, and the lotus root grows thicker!"

Years of war had meant that, let alone growing lotus roots, even the seeds were almost gone. He watched the distant river marsh transform into a pond and feared the responsibility. "But that was many years ago! Some people say we can just bury it flat."

Wangshu took the lotus root that would produce delicious lotus stems and asked, "The lotus root head burrowed into the ground?" Seeing someone coming from behind, he bowed slightly and said, "Brother Han."

Without waiting for anyone to do their usual whim, he continued to discuss with the frightened old farmer as if nothing had happened, "Since the lotus roots have burrowed into the ground, then we'll use your method. Can you start planting tomorrow?"

"Of course you can! Boss Ji, I haven't grown those sprouting lotus roots in years. You don't know that they are all top-notch lotus root seeds!"

Wangshu nodded. "Then you can start planting from tomorrow. This planting method must be used for everyone. After the planting is completed, I will send people to pull out some of the lotus roots for random inspection. There are people who have broken off the lotus roots, stolen them, or planted them carelessly..."

After a pause, Wangshu handed the lotus root to the curious Ji Laoer. Seeing him, he waved his hands and said no, no, no, "Old man, I have to say it before. I have spent all my money. If heaven does not allow me to harvest, I will accept it. But people made me fail..." He paused, "Some of these methods you may not have seen, but you must have heard of them. I will not elaborate on them."

Qin Xiuyuan touched his nose and took two steps forward with awareness.

He was too familiar with this familiar scene and the mixed words of softness and hardness, and it still tasted the same.

Just as his words came true, not long after the late lotus roots were planted, the weather became extremely cold. In just a few days, most of the lotus root buds were frozen to death.

The first year of Qin Er and Qin Xiuyuan's joint rule of Jingzhou ended with a vigorous land reclamation.

The second year seemed not much different from the first. There were wars in the north and northwest, but Jingzhou was stable.

Time is passing by unforgivingly. The two elders of the Ji family have gradually grown white hair on their temples. The son-in-law has become more mature and steady in governing Jingzhou. The eldest daughter has been secretly following people in and out, doing business, and everything is calm.

Early that morning, five-year-old Ji Laoer, carrying his schoolbag, was in the courtyard pavilion, copying characters while waiting for someone. When he saw his brother-in-law open the door, he quickly put down his pen and asked, "Where's my sister?"

Seeing that there was no one behind him, my brother-in-law closed the door gently again and said that we should go together to see the lotus roots being buried!

"Sister is sleeping in again!"

Mrs. Xia served breakfast: steamed buns, rice porridge, and fried fish. Her left leg was inconvenient, and she walked with a limp, but her hands were steady.

"Auntie Xia, Lele, scoop it yourself." Ji Laoer stood up on the small table, stopped Aunt Xia from helping, and scooped porridge for his brother-in-law himself.

"Don't fall!" Madam Xia was worried and stood aside as if to hold her steady.

"Auntie Xia, I told you to stand still." Wangshu opened the door and walked out, yawning.

Madam Xia didn't understand at first: "Stand firm?"

"Sister, you're up!!!"

Qin Xiuyuan gave up his seat to her. Wangshu was so engrossed in the sour and spicy lotus stems that she couldn't sleep well and felt a little listless.

Seeing that Madam Xia was stunned and timid as if she had made a mistake, she covered her mouth and yawned again. "You mean when you talk to a child, say the words she needs to do, not the words you don't want her to encounter. For example, if Lele stands up, if you want her to sit down, just say sit down, don't say don't stand up."

Lady Xia seemed to understand, but Wangshu pointed at Lele and said, "Lele, eat slowly, carry your school bag, speak softly, and say good things about your sister."

People still didn't understand. Wangshu waved his hand and yawned again, "You can go down."

After leaving the bedroom, someone, who seemed to be half-silent, finally spoke: "This is just like giving an order. It is strict and concise."

The two of them were close together, and Wangshu smiled. "General, you're right. Just say the words you want others to hear."

The general said he had heard too much in his room.

Seeing that no one was eating, he automatically ignored the fat potato chunks and mixed some fish meat into the porridge to feed her, "Ji Shou and the others are here, don't worry."

Wangshu simply fell back on the person and swallowed a spoonful of porridge. "I can't sleep because I want to eat the lotus roots I planted myself..."

It's true, this little woman was drooling in her sleep last night.

"I asked someone to buy some lotus roots so we can eat some grown by others tonight."

That sour and crisp white lotus root is incomparable to lotus root! "I don't want to eat other people's." I was so tired of not being able to eat it, and sighed, "I want to marry a rich man with more money than I can spend..."

Qin Xiuyuan, the human cushion behind him:???

This bowl of porridge I fed him was ultimately a waste of money.

"Sister, aren't you going to marry your brother-in-law? You want to marry a rich man with a lot of money? What about your brother-in-law?"

A warm feeling surged through Qin Xiuyuan's heart.

Ji Lao Er jumped around and asked her sister what she wanted to do. She tilted her head and looked at her brother-in-law, saying shockingly: "Brother-in-law is not dead yet!"

Only a woman whose husband has died will look for another man. That’s what the older sisters washing clothes by the river say.

Brother-in-law: Ten thousand horses trampled over him and it was nothing more than this.

With just this one sentence, someone came into the room at night with a dark face. He glanced at Shu and took out a bulging small purse and put it on the table.

Wangshu was amused. He threw away the account book and took a closer look. Oh wow, there were long-lost household items, including gold, silver and copper coins.

The nightgown sat loosely on the cold-faced general's lap, "General, where did you get your private money?"

In addition to the direct troops being favored, the salary of the Jingzhou army was changed to one year, and it was reduced again and again. He raised his own private army, and although he didn't say it, his pockets were very clean over the years.

The cold-faced pretty general said nothing and casually flipped through her account book.

"Too tired to talk? The general is selling himself?"

I'll be so angry that he'll die! Qin Xiuyuan put his arm around her waist and gave her a small bag. "Erbai found it, I don't know who buried it."