Get the resurrection scroll, and eat melons and meat after entering the book

Wu Qing didn't hesitate at all. "I will teach everyone in the village, regardless of gender, age or status, anything they can learn."

Yao Da looked embarrassed, "Master, paper and pens are very expensive..."

"Let's make a sand table first, one for each person. I'll bring the money over at the end of this month and see if there's anything we need to spend."

This farm has already been given to her, so there is no reason for Helian Han to pay for it. Wu Qing wants to use the money from selling soybean paste to support this farm, and then use this farm to make soybean paste...

The paper issue was easy, but she didn't know how to arrange food, clothing, housing and transportation. After all, she had never owned a farm and had never managed one.

Wu Qing asked Yao Da, "How many people are there in the village? How do they provide for their daily needs? Where does their income come from?"

Yao Dadao: "Master, do you want to see the account book? I will go and call Scholar Ge over right away."

It seemed Yao Da had misunderstood. Wu Qing thought that even if the account book was directly placed in front of her, she would not be able to understand it immediately, so she asked again, "I just took over this farm. I don't need to look at the account book yet. I just want to listen to your explanation."

Yao Da: "Then let me tell you, my master. This was originally the imperial farm. There are two hills in the farm, and a small river in front of the hills. The river runs east-west. The open space to the south was used to grow crops that originally provided for the palace. After it was allocated to the prince, the harvest was used to provide for Prince Yi's palace. The area north of the river to the foot of the hill was originally a horse farm, and some of the horses also belonged to Prince Yi."

There are mountains in a village, and two of them, how small can it be? This is too arrogant!

But now it belongs to Wu Qing, and she has to consider how to support the farm in a short period of time. The games of rich people may seem extravagant, but they are not that fun.

Wu Qing: "What's going on up there?" "Let's see if there's anything we can sell for money. Are there any wood ear mushrooms? Ideally, something rare and valuable."

Yao Da: "There's a forest on the mountain. Five years ago, the emperor and the prince would come here to hunt almost every year, but they haven't been here in the past five years."

Five years? Wu Qing silently calculated in her mind and understood. Helian Hao had been on the throne for five years. That meant the two of them had four royal hunting trips every year and no time to come here to play.

They all fought for that position, and after getting it, not only did they work themselves to death, but even their entertainment activities became official business. Wu Qing shook her head for the two brothers in her heart.

You are thinking too far ahead. That is to say, if you don’t consider cutting down trees and selling them, there will not be any large quantities of products to sell for the time being.

After listening to Yao Da's introduction, Wu Qing tried to ask, "Is the horse farm in Shannan?"

Yao Dahui: "Yes."

If we want to make soybean paste our main source of income in the future, where will the raw material—soybeans—come from?

When Wu Qing was at Qianshan Hunting Garden, she wanted to buy it or transport it to the capital, but the journey back was too far.

Considering the current transportation cost, if only grain is transported to the capital, it is hard to say whether 30% can be left. She now wants to grow it herself, especially after knowing that this farm is so big, she has become more thoughtful.

Apart from anything else, finding land in this farm to grow soybeans and saving on transportation costs is definitely worthwhile.

Wu Qing turned to Feng Shoutian and asked, "Do soybeans prefer shade or sun?"

Feng Shoutian didn't expect this sudden question to come to him. He was stunned for a moment before replying, "Xiyang, Xiyang's."

The crops need to be eaten by people and fed by horses. I don’t know how much land there can be used. The horse farm is a good place.

Wu Qing knew what she wanted. She didn't want the horse farm. She wanted to grow soybeans. But she didn't want the horse farm. She wanted to return the horses to Helian Han.

She then asked Yao Da, "How many farms does your Highness have where he keeps horses?"

Yao Da said without hesitation: "Every village prince has a horse."

What a rich man!

Wu Qing was still wondering what to do with Ma, but after hearing this, she felt relieved and nodded.

It wasn't that she didn't want to learn horse riding, but she couldn't sell Helian Han's horse. What she needed now was an asset, not a liability. And keeping the horse alive without being able to sell it was definitely a loss of economic benefits for her, so it was a liability.

This time when I return to the palace, I will ask Helian Han to send the horse to another farm. I can't support this living father by myself.

So what exactly is the profit from this farm? Wu Qing didn't understand and asked, "How is the profit from the farm supplied to Prince Yi's Palace calculated?"

Yao Da was visibly stunned. "Master, you must be joking. How can we settle accounts with the prince? Even if we pick the best of the harvest as a tribute to the prince, the rest will be enough for us to eat and feed."

We are self-sufficient here, so that's easy. Even if we have no income for the time being, we won't starve to death.

Only then did Wu Qing finally understand that Helian Han would not use the money to maintain the manor, but the manor was produced in Yangwang Mansion. Wu Qing automatically brought in the concept of a villa that needed money to maintain, which was completely wrong.

This farm is definitely a healthy asset, and is expected to bring in economic benefits to the owner.

Thinking about planting soybeans, Wu Qing asked Feng Shoutian, "Did you bring soybean seeds?"

Feng Shoutian nodded quickly, "Yes."

Wu Qing nodded. That was good. "Let's go and check out the horse farm."

It’s not far to drive from the Feng family to the river, just a cup of tea.

It is winter now, and the river is not deep, not even reaching a person's knees. If the water wasn't cold in winter, Wu Qing could wade across it by herself.

The river is not wide, only about three meters wide. On this side of the river, you can't see the end at a glance. It's a huge area, extending from the flat ground to the hillside.

Wu Qing pointed to the land across the river. "I'll go back to the palace and tell the prince to move the horse ranch as soon as possible. The land that's vacated after the ranch is moved... Feng Shoutian will be under your charge. We need to plant soybeans in the spring. Go over now and see if we need to plow the land and apply fertilizer in advance, or wait until the spring to plow and fertilize."

"Okay, let's go check it out." Feng Shoutian crossed the river to check.

Wu Qing and his group were waiting on this side of the river.

Not long after, Feng Shoutian came back with a handful of soil in his hand. When Wu Qing saw the man's bright smile, she guessed that the soil over there must be good.

Feng Shoutian walked up to Wu Qing and stretched out his hands. Wu Qing saw that the soil was scattered in the man's hands and did not gather together.

Feng Shoutian said, "Sir, this loose soil is perfect for growing soybeans. It's excellent soil. It's just that the ground at the horse farm is a bit hard. Not only do we need to plow it deep in advance, but we also went to the foot of the mountain to check. The soil there is even better. The black soil mixed in with the mountain after plowing is good, and is no worse than fertilizer."

Wu Qing thought about the humus soil she had collected from the roots of trees when she planted flowers in her previous life, and she understood. She nodded and said, "Okay, after the horse farm is moved, Yao Da, you can send someone to help Feng Shoutian with this piece of land."

Yao Da didn't know what the new owner was going to do, but he had no choice but to agree.

I'll ask someone later to find out if the prince really made her suffer so much.

Wu Qing went out of the palace today to sort out the big head issue and was very happy. Seeing that the time was almost up, she brought another jar of soybean paste back to the city and sent it to Shengyanju.

Not to mention that the chef of Shengyanju didn't expect her to come today, even Mrs. Xu didn't know about it.

In the kitchen, I saw several people carefully studying the new condiment, sauce. After all, they only got two small cups yesterday, and they were gone after trying two dishes. Before they dared to use it, another jar was delivered.

Seeing that the pain on his face had suddenly relaxed after a few days, he kept thanking him.

Wu Qing didn't have time to stay any longer, so she could only take a few things to eat in the carriage from Shengyanju and hurried to the palace.

It can even be understood that if you don't want to do anything, with this Zhuangzi around, you can just lie down and bask in the sun every day.

Implement equal pay for equal work in Zhuangzi.

A Women's Federation was established in the village and a primary school was opened.

If someone hits a woman, you can tell Wu Qing directly.

Meet Chunying

Wu Qing was in a good mood.

It was not easy to get out of the palace, and I also met Chunying.

"Sister Chunying? I'm surprised to meet you here. I'll treat you to a meal." Wu Qing raised her eyebrows.

"I came out on an errand, and I can't hurry."

"It's a rare opportunity for you to come out, why are you in such a hurry?" Wu Qing stood there without moving.

Chunying did not answer this question. She heard that this little palace maid was very favored by the current ruling Prince Yi.

Is it normal for him to be so enthusiastic towards me? But this person just helped me out of a difficult situation, so he should be trustworthy.

Chunying weighed the pros and cons in her mind, and still felt that there was nothing that could be targeted by anyone.

Wu Qing was still sitting by the restaurant window. The sunlight made her outline particularly dazzling, but she was still sitting there lazily.

Yongsi thought about it and felt that twenty taels of gold should not be a big deal in her eyes. After all, the Dongzhu on her hairpin was a priceless treasure.