The wives of the concubines are empresses

The ministers looked at each other, and Lord Yan, the Left Vice Minister of Works, bowed and stepped out.

"Your Majesty, I think it would be better to settle them outside the capital, allocate a piece of land to them, and provide them with some subsidies for food and vegetable seeds, so that they can be self-sufficient and gradually settle down."

Minister of Revenue Mu Qinghai said: "Master Yan, our granary is not full, Master Mu, and we are short of food. How can we provide more subsidies? Are you going to let the masters in the palace eat grass and drink air?"

The Right Prime Minister also frowned: "That's right, Lord Yan, don't you see that our emperor has lost a lot of weight due to worrying about it? Do you want the emperor to starve to death?"

The left assistant minister of the Ministry of Works, Yan Da, was furious. He said, "Right Prime Minister, Minister of Revenue, please do not wrongly accuse me. I am offering a solution to the Emperor. Otherwise, you can come and speak for yourself."

He was so angry that he died. A higher-ranking official can crush someone to death. Humph.

Seeing the Left Vice Minister of Works, Mr. Yan, swinging his sleeves in anger, the ministers looked at each other in bewilderment and were afraid to speak.

Shangguan Wanjun frowned at the farce before her. "Since Right Prime Minister and Minister of Revenue are so concerned about me and the mistresses in the harem, why don't you provide me with a better solution?"

She emphasized the word "better"; she wanted to see what these ministers could come up with.

The two of them choked, and Shangguan Wanjun smiled slightly and said, "I and all the nobles are all ears. Come on, tell us."

Please start your performance.

The Minister of Revenue was so excited because there was not much food in the granary. As for the Right Prime Minister, from what she saw, he probably felt that there was too much porridge being distributed in his own mansion and he was about to have to eat grass for relief.

Concubine De-Mu Wennian looked at her father's flushed face and sighed helplessly.

Concubine Lu - Liu Haiming and Concubine Xuan - Song Xuanyi looked at each other without opening their eyes.

When Shangguan Wanjun's patience was almost exhausted, Liu Qingshu from the Hanlin Academy stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, I believe that the method used by Lord Yan, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, is quite suitable for the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled refugees currently facing us. Perhaps we can make some minor adjustments here."

The ministers were in deep thought, and then Taifu Yun spoke.

"Your Majesty, Lord Liu is absolutely right. We might as well make some adjustments based on this."

"Where is the land in the suburbs of Beijing?" Most of the farmland in the capital is occupied by aristocratic families and wealthy families. I'm afraid there is no land left.

The Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue said, "Your Majesty, currently there are only some wastelands outside the capital."

However, it is not suitable for land reclamation because the soil quality is not good and the yield is not high.

"What's the problem with the wasteland?"

“The soil quality isn’t very good, so the yield won’t be very high.”

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Wanjun understood.

"Then the land will be registered under my name. You can ask Lianhua for the money later. I will exempt them from taxes for two years."

She wanted to see how bad the land was that it could become a wasteland in the suburbs of Beijing.

The Minister of Revenue took more than one thousand taels of silver back to the Ministry of Revenue and registered it in the register.

Shangguan Wanjun rode in a carriage and rushed to the wasteland with more than 10,000 elderly, weak and sick people.

The carriage suddenly stopped and everyone inside was stunned.

"Xiao Liuzi, what's wrong?"

"Master, there is no way out."

Minglan lifted the curtain, and Shangguan Wanjun looked over. Wow, it was so endless.

"This is too desolate." It's like a no-man's land.

Liu Cheng frowned, he even doubted that it was impossible to grow crops here.

"Madam, why don't we go down and take a look?" The speaker was Concubine Hua - Tang Yihua. They met her on the way out of the palace and came together.

"Okay." Huapin-Tang Yihua helped her get out of the car carefully.

Everyone looked at the endless land around them, their faces full of worry, and the voices of the people were heard behind them.

"This place is a bit eerie."

“Maybe it’s because no one lives there.”

"maybe."

The refugees are very worried. Will they have to live here in the future?

But it didn't look like crops could be grown in that barren land.

Minglan sighed: "Master, how can we leave now?"

"walk over."

"Ah?" Liucheng Minglan and others were shocked. The emperor must be joking.

Shangguan Wanjun didn't care whether they were surprised or not and walked forward.

Seeing this, Concubine Hua Tang Yihua followed and said, "Madam, please slow down."

When they were out, the two of them no longer addressed each other by the same names used in the palace.

After walking for about half an hour, Shangguan Wanjun felt that her legs were about to break. This was the first time she had walked so much in more than a year in this world.

Minglan handed over the kettle, and Shangguan Wanjun picked it up and took a big sip.

"This is so difficult." I was so tired, thirsty and hungry.

"Master, I'm afraid this place is not suitable for living." Liu Cheng's face was full of confusion. This place looked like a deserted place.

"Let's set up camp here first." Seeing that it was getting dark, they decided to stay for one night.

The soldiers who came with them were responsible for building tents together with the refugees.

Shangguan Wanjun really wanted to sit there without any image, but her damn identity suppressed the impulse in her body.

Huapin-Tang Yihua carefully placed a light blue handkerchief on the stone, stood up and helped Shangguan Wanjun sit down.

"Madam, please go slowly." He doubted that this desolate place was suitable for living at all.

With everyone busy, tents of all sizes were set up, and many people squeezed into one camping tent.

Shangguan Wanjun and the other girl were in the most comfortable bed. Lying on the bed, she felt her back and waist ached from walking.

It was really not easy. If she hadn't come here in person, she wouldn't have known what this place was like. She thought that when she left, she shouldn't have some people come down to help develop the soil and supervise the people. The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

In the evening, everyone started to have dinner, including the refugees, who came with the 10,000 soldiers.

Before this, the generals hunted nearby and killed some small animals such as eagles and weasels.

The refugees were drooling at the smell of roasting food.

"Madam, this is weasel meat, try it."

Shangguan Wanjun was shocked: Weasel meat? She had never eaten it before and didn't know if it tasted good.

Driven by curiosity, she took the leg meat and tasted it, and felt indescribable.

On the first night staying away from home, Shangguan Wanjun didn't close her eyes for a long time, either because she was used to her bed or because she was too worried.

Concubine Hua-Tang Yihua noticed her abnormality and asked.

"Madam, you can't sleep."

"A little bit." Anyway, she just felt uncomfortable, not at all.

In Yongkang Palace, Concubine Wen Bai Xuanyi was very worried when she thought about the delicate and gentle emperor going to that desolate place in the countryside.

Alas, the emperor insisted on going to see what was going on. He didn't know what was so beautiful in a wasteland that was worthy of her, the empress, to go there in person.

Chen Lie Moyan saw that his concubine was lingering in front of them and began to worry.

Shangguan Wanjun fell asleep after an hour of preparation, and various snoring sounds were already heard all around her.