My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

Lu Zhenzhen saw Lan's family still thinking about what kind of subsidy they should give to Lu Zhenzhen.

I have mixed feelings.

After traveling through time, it was her greatest luck to meet Fu Zhiyi and Lan.

She felt the maternal love from Lan that she had never felt from her biological parents in her previous life.

At this moment, Lu Zhenzhen secretly swore in her heart that for the sake of Lan and Fu Zhiyi's kindness to her, she must find out the reason for the destruction of the Marquis' Mansion and rescue the two of them!

Moreover, if one day, I can no longer live with Fu Zhiyi, I don’t have to have Fu Zhiyi as my husband anymore!

Mother-in-law Lan must be packed up and taken away!

Just after she finished swearing, Fu Zhiyi came over and said, "Don't worry, Zhenzhen. In addition to what the wife gave you, your husband has also given you a dowry. You'll know when you return to the Marquis' Mansion! Then we'll see who dares to look down on you!"

Lu Zhenzhen sniffed and made another oath: Okay, it depends on how Fu Zhiyi performs now. At worst, if Fu Zhiyi disappears in the future, she will take Lan with her to guard him and wait for him to come back, and won’t look for that little puppy anymore!

Fu Zhiyi naturally didn't know that his actions today would save him from the risk of being cuckolded in the future.

Just looking at Lu Zhenzhen's red eyes, the pity and love in my heart grew stronger.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Oh, right? Haven't we visited the manor that Grandfather gave us yet? How about we go check it out tomorrow? It's not far away anyway."

Lu Zhenzhen was immediately attracted to it and nodded repeatedly to say yes.

Now that there are only three masters, it is naturally cheaper to set off.

The next morning, he packed up his things and headed straight for the farm given to him by the old marquis.

Sure enough, it was not far away, only about twenty miles.

It is also located near mountains and rivers. In addition to fertile fields, the most famous feature is a sandy slope.

There are watermelons growing on it.

The watermelons grown in this sandy soil have thin skin, crispy flesh with a hint of sand, and sweet juice.

It is later than watermelons from other places and is available on the market just around the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It is used by dignitaries in the capital during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The annual income from this watermelon field is almost half of Zhuangzi's income.

I have to say that the old marquis is quite generous. Even an ordinary noble family would be reluctant to give away this manor to their own son, let alone to a grandson's wife.

Now the watermelon has just sprouted and is only about the height of a palm. It will be moved to the sandy slope in a few days.

Lu Zhenzhen went to the nursery to take a look, and recalled the modern nutrient pot cultivation technology she saw when she went to the farm. She thought that it was too late this year, but she could give it a try on the farm next year.

At least it can improve the survival rate of watermelon seedlings.

The manager of the village here naturally knew that the master had changed.

They were a little worried at first, fearing that Lu Zhenzhen, the new official, would overhaul the manor and replace it with her own dowry.

After all, they are all the elderly people in the village. Many of them have grown up in the village since they were born. If they are all replaced, how will the family live in the future?

I was worried for a long time, but there was no movement from above.

Everyone was finally relieved.

The person in charge was very nervous about the watermelons this year. After all, the new owner had not given any instructions and no one came to tell him.

After all, they were farmers and could not bear to see the land go to waste, so they gritted their teeth and planted rice and watermelons according to last year's example.

Not long after planting, I heard that the Fourth Master and the Fourth Mistress were coming to the farm.

Everyone was unsure and kept feeling anxious.

It was not until he saw Fu Zhiyi, Lu Zhenzhen, and especially Lan that the manager felt at least half relieved.

Then Fu Zhiyi took Lu Zhenzhen for a walk around, and Lu Zhenzhen didn't say much.

The manager was no longer so scared, and he mustered up the courage to introduce the situation of Zhuangzi to Lu Zhenzhen.

After listening carefully, Lu Zhenzhen said that what they said was all nonsense and asked her to take a look at the account books from previous years.

The manager's expression changed slightly, but he immediately agreed.

While the steward was getting the account books, Lu Zhenzhen asked Fu Zhiyi, "Fourth Master, do you think this steward is upright and has nothing to fear, or does he simply think that we can't see what he's doing?"

Fu Zhiyi looked around the room with interest. "Once I look at the account books, I'll know who's human and who's evil, who's loyal and who's treacherous!"

Fearing that Lu Zhenzhen might have reservations, he added, "If there's truly a problem with the manager, simply replace him! Don't worry about Grandfather! Since the manor is yours, you'll naturally have the final say! Some of these old servants are loyal, while others, feeling they've followed Grandfather for so many years, are taking advantage of their age. Don't pay any attention to them! If anything comes up, just blame it on me, and I'll take care of it for you."

This is exactly what Lu Zhenzhen was waiting for.

Not only had she just married into the Marquis's Mansion not long ago, but everyone knew that her family background was humble, and these old servants might not necessarily look down on her.

Maybe he would even dare to pretend to obey in front of the young masters of the Marquis' Mansion, let alone her.

With Fu Zhiyi, the old marquis's favorite grandson, leading the way, things were naturally much better.

He smiled at Fu Zhiyi and said, "Thank you so much, Fourth Master, for taking the blame for me!"

Fu Zhiyi was about to say something when the manager outside came in with some people carrying account books.

It was a huge box. When I opened it, it was full of account books.

The steward bowed his head and said, "Fourth Master, Fourth Madam, the account books for the past few years are all here. Please take a look."

Fu Zhiyi looked at Lu Zhenzhen.

Lu Zhenzhen stepped forward, picked up a ledger from the top of the box, and took a look.

He threw it aside, picked up a few more books, opened them and read a few pages.

He placed it on the table and began to ask, "I took a look. Why is the income gap between the year before last and last year so large?"

The steward was sitting next to a chair, leaning forward. Hearing the question, he quickly stood up and said, "To answer Fourth Grandma, it rained heavily the year before last. It rained just as the watermelons were setting. Many of the flowers and fruits were destroyed, so naturally the yield was significantly reduced that year."

Lu Zhenzhen took the ledger and flipped through a few pages before asking, "What about five years ago? Why was the income less than half of what it normally is?"

The steward thought for a moment and said, "Five years ago, five years ago, it rained before the watermelons were ripe and ready for the market. Because the sandy slopes are next to the river, the water rose from above, and the watermelon fields were flooded. The watermelons all became waterlogged, and we didn't dare to present them to the capital, so we had to drag them to other places and sell them cheaply—"

Lu Zhenzhen pointed out a few years of reduced production and asked the person in charge.

Either it rains, there is a severe drought, or there are insects.

Not to mention that Fu Zhiyi's face turned cold, the more the manager explained, the more sweat appeared on his forehead.

Anyone can tell that there is something fishy going on here.

After all, the capital city is not far from this farm. In recent years, the capital city has not had good weather, but it has not had so many strong winds, heavy rains, and droughts, and I have not heard of any insect plagues.

Lu Zhenzhen looked at the manager coldly. The more he wiped his sweat, the more he sweated. His voice became more and more guilty and quiet when he reported back.

Then he fell to his knees with a thud.