A small peasant girl who traveled through time and space picked up a war god prince

Siyu and Long Linxiao walked hand in hand along the ridge of the field. Gazing at the starry sky, Siyu said with emotion, "At this moment, I truly feel the joy of a good harvest." Long Linxiao gently embraced her, "Thank you for letting me see such a beautiful scene." The two smiled at each other, their hearts filled with a deep sense of happiness.

In the distance, the eldest princess and her husband also shared this joy. Looking at the young couple, their hearts were filled with blessings. This bountiful harvest was not only a bounty of crops, but also a bounty of hearts. In this land of hope, happiness is spreading, and the future is filled with endless possibilities.

On the official road, several people on horseback drove a luxurious carriage, hurrying along. As the sky darkened, several people stepped forward and bowed. "Miss, it's dark now and there's no place to stay. We can only rest here for one night and continue our journey tomorrow." The person in the carriage said in a clear, gentle voice, "Okay. Let's rest here for one night!"

Several black people quickly set up tents and made fire to cook.

The young woman who stepped out of the carriage was none other than Fang Miaoru. After a few days of traveling, she had regained her former dignity and grace, leaving her fear behind. Now, her hatred had reached its peak. When she returned home, she would insist that Grandpa find a way to kill that wild girl. And she would also make the ruthless Third Prince suffer a bitter death.

Fang Miaoru has now completely changed from someone who once admired Long Linxiao to someone who is now completely evil. The hatred in her heart is getting stronger and stronger. She decided to use the power of her grandfather, the Prime Minister, to set up a scheme to destroy Bai Siyu's reputation and bring Long Linxiao's status to zero.

On her way back to Beijing, Fang Miaoru, seemingly unintentionally, spread rumors in every city she passed through, claiming that Bai Siyu's high-yield grain was flawed and inedible. Initially, no one believed her, but as rumors spread, they became more widespread. Even before Fang Miaoru even reached the capital, rumors were spreading, ultimately causing people to be afraid to buy and drawing skepticism. But that's a story for another time.

In Baijia Village, Bai Siyu is still busy preparing to harvest rice.

After the bonfire party the day before, the villagers and their families were overjoyed and prepared to go to the fields to harvest rice.

Long Linxiao had already written a letter in advance and had his secret guards deliver it back to the emperor, who then sent the Ministry of Revenue's agriculture official to record it.

Today, the agriculture official from the capital also arrived at full speed.

Knock knock, who is it!

Oh, the door opened and Dazhuang asked, who are you looking for?

Hello, Mr. Zhu, the Minister of Agriculture, is this the home of the master of Liping County?

Dazhuang, yes!

Oh, then please go and inform them that I am Zhu Youliang, the agricultural official from the Ministry of Revenue, sent by the Emperor to help with the harvest and keep records.

When Dazhuang heard that it was an official, he was so scared that he almost knelt down, but he still insisted on inviting Zhu Youliang into the courtyard.

"Miss, son-in-law, an official has arrived." Bai Zhi hurried into the restaurant.

It should be the Minister of Agriculture who has arrived. Long Linxiao looked up at the person who came in. Oh, isn’t this the rigid and inflexible Zhu Youliang?

Zhu Youliang entered the restaurant and looked at the people sitting at the table. He was about to salute but was stopped by the people around him.

Bai Siyu, let's go! Let's harvest.

The group went to the fields together, and the agriculture official took notes with pen and paper.

Everyone went to the fields with their labor-saving tools. Today was the day to test the yield, and everyone was eager to see how much grain they could produce per acre.

So Siyu asked everyone to pick a piece of good land and a piece of bad land, harvest them together, and see how much they would harvest on average. Then they would average the yields.

With strength in numbers, the harvest went fast, and the threshing was quick. It took only an hour to harvest two mu of rice. One mu of the two mu contained poor-quality rice, the other good, yielding a total of 1500 kilograms. The agriculture official calculated the yield once, finding it impossible, so he calculated it again. Still finding it incredible, he couldn't believe it. He called the literate villagers and the scholar together and calculated again twice, their results matching the agriculture official's. Only then did everyone accept the reality. Of the two mu, one mu of poor quality yielded 620 kilograms. The other mu of good quality yielded 893 kilograms. On average, each mu of good quality yielded 800 to 900 kilograms, and the poor quality yielded 600 to 700 kilograms. Therefore, Siyu's rice-fish symbiosis experiment was a success. Not only had the fish been raised and sold, generating a profit, but the rice yields were also astonishing.

Well, everyone went to harvest. The harvest took ten days, and the rice weighed more than 200,000 kilograms. The final result surprised the princess and her husband.

Brother Ze, this rice yields 700 to 800 kilograms per mu, which is twice as much as other people's good land. If everyone uses Yu Yatou's method to plant it, will the yield be so high? Will the people not starve to death?

Ouyang Qianze, well, as long as the people plant like this, things will definitely get better and better.

Long Linxiao returned to his residence and wrote a memorial to the emperor, reporting on the rice harvest and yield, including the yield. He then announced the sweet potato and potato harvests, awaiting further instructions. Once all the grain was harvested and stored, he would bring the Princess of Liping to the capital to express his gratitude.

The secret guard rode back to the capital at full speed with the memorial to report.

Oh, Miss Sun, we’re here.

The servant placed the horse stool and Fang Miaoru slowly got out of the carriage. At the gate of the Prime Minister's residence, the Prime Minister's wife, son, and daughter-in-law all came out to greet the young lady who had just returned.

Fang Miaoru looked at the plaque of the Prime Minister's Mansion, which was magnificent, and then looked at her family who loved her so much. How could she have been so desperate back then? She had to travel thousands of miles and go through so much trouble to pursue a man, only for him to not even look at her. Why did she do that? She had let her family down, she had let herself down. He didn't deserve her.

From this moment on, I, Miaoru, will be irreconcilable with Bai Siyu and Long Linxiao. I will fight you to the death. Since you didn't kill me then, are you ready for what's next? Take it!

After adjusting her mood, Fang Miaoru walked forward and held the hands of her mother and grandmother. She regained her innocent smile and said in a soft voice, "Mother, grandmother, Ru'er misses you so much." The prime minister's wife held the hands of her most beloved granddaughter, patted her and said, "Okay, okay, okay, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back." Fang Miaoru's mother also held her daughter's hand, wiped her tears, and said to her, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Let's go into the yard." Fang Miaoru looked back at her father, who looked much more haggard because of her affairs. Thinking about it, she felt that she was really unfilial. Everyone walked through the corridor, walked across the rockery bridge and entered the main courtyard hall, and everyone sat down. You asked him one by one about the situation of Fang Miaoru going out this time. The two ladies in charge did not know that Fang Miaoru had been arrested. Only the prime minister and his son Fang Shili and grandson Fang Chengze knew.