The queen of the end times is reborn and goes crazy, her whole family is burned to death

Afterwards, Yan Wanwan sent the housekeeper to find several skilled farmers in the village and carefully explained to them the key points of planting the seeds. Because these were all medicinal seeds, they had specific requirements for temperature and humidity when growing.

Some people in the crowd questioned: "The humidity in Jingzhao is quite high. Can these herbs really be grown there?" Many of them had never even heard of the names of these herbs, and knew that some of them were not suitable for local cultivation.

Yan Wanwan nodded slightly and said, "As long as we apply fertilizer and repel insects on time, there will be no problem." Taking into account the current temperature difference, she has planned to build a greenhouse to keep warm, but she has not found the right materials yet, so it will take some time to prepare.

After the farmers have asked all their questions and written down the key points, Zhuangzi will arrange for them to go to the village where medicinal herbs are grown to teach them the planting methods.

After everything was arranged, Yan Wanwan planned to return home. Her family had prepared a generous dowry for her, but she didn't want to do nothing. After all, this was the most important thing for her to do after traveling to ancient times, so she had to show some of her heart.

Just as she was about to leave, she saw three people rushing to the village to ask for a meeting. After careful questioning, she found out that they were the village chief and his group who had just left.

All three expressed their interest in growing medicinal herbs. One of them even suggested that the entire village should plant them together, and the other two were willing to set aside half of their land for planting experiments.

Yan Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little surprised. She really hadn't expected that someone would trust her so much when she tried to promote planting for the first time.

The steward explained to everyone, "That village is the poorest in the surrounding area, and the soil is extremely infertile. While other villages enjoy a bountiful harvest, they can barely make ends meet. When you mentioned that these herbs can be grown regardless of soil type, the village chief immediately made up his mind to go back and convince all the villagers to switch to growing herbs. After all, if they don't, everyone will suffer hunger and struggle. If they do, they might be able to completely change the fate of the village, so they're determined to do it."

Yan Wanwan was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the end of the world.

She acted decisively and ordered the housekeeper to count the land areas of the three villages, and then ordered people to distribute the corresponding seeds.

Without exception, the villagers selected herbs with the shortest growth periods, ranging from just three months to six months. Although these herbs took a short time to grow, the rewards were substantial, making them highly feasible to harvest.

Yan Wanwan roughly estimated the quantity and then said to the housekeeper, "Since these three villages grow these herbs, we can remove them from the list. If more villages come later, let them choose from the remaining herbs."

The housekeeper showed hesitation and gently reminded, "I'm afraid this isn't appropriate."

Since this is the first time for everyone to cooperate, it is inevitable that people will feel a little uneasy when asking them to plant for such a long time.

Yan Wanwan said firmly, "First come, first served. Since they came late, they can only choose herbs with a long planting cycle. If they don't want to accept it, then we can only give up."

Soon after, the news spread to the surrounding villages. Those villages that had not yet come to cooperate heard that three companies had already taken the lead and their reactions varied.

Some villages gathered to discuss and weigh the pros and cons; some villages simply backed away, thinking the risks were too great.

However, Yan Wanwan doesn't care about this. She wants to screen out partners who are truly sincere and patient.

She walked back to the city at a leisurely pace, and began to formulate subsequent plans in her mind.

The Lu family is now doomed, and Lu Wanru has become a disabled person, so there is no need to pay too much attention to her.

The next focus will be on the village's infrastructure. She is determined to turn it into a fully functional village, with housing planning, road paving, and medical facilities all available.

"It seems that I will be very busy in the future."

Although the construction process was extremely complicated, her heart was filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction when she thought that this would become her most stable base in ancient times.

As they reached the city gate, two men in tight-fitting clothes came towards them steadily.

The leader clasped his fists and said, "Miss Yan, my master invites you!"

"Who is your master?"

Yan Wanwan looked at him with scrutiny. The two of them walked lightly, showing the demeanor of trained martial artists.

"Miss Yan will know when she arrives."

Yan Wanwan sneered, "You don't even dare to say your name? Then I'll excuse me."

After saying that, Yan Wanwan turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this, the man's expression changed slightly. He hurriedly took another step forward and stopped Yan Wanwan, but still said respectfully, "Miss Yan, please don't be angry. My master is the Marquis of Changxin. He just wants to have a chat with you. He has no ill intentions."

Marquis of Changxin?

Yan Wanwan raised the corners of her mouth slightly. That's really worth seeing.

"Lead the way!"

"please!"

The man led the way in front, and Yan Wanwan followed slowly, taking light steps.

Soon, they arrived in front of an exquisite pavilion.

The man stopped and said sideways, "Miss Yan, my master is waiting inside, please come in."

Yan Wanwan nodded slightly and stepped in gracefully.

Inside the room, Marquis Changxin stood with his hands behind his back, his back exuding a sense of majesty. Hearing footsteps, he slowly turned around, his gaze set on Yan Wanwan, a subtle flicker of admiration in his eyes.

"Miss Yan, I have long heard of your name. I am taking the liberty of inviting you today because I have a favor to ask of you."

Marquis Changxin spoke in a deep and mellow voice.

Yan Wanwan bowed slightly, "Your Excellency is too polite. What's the matter? Feel free to tell me."

Marquis Changxin sighed softly and said, "Miss Yan, I heard that your manor has been accepting remnant soldiers recently. I also have some remnant soldiers under my command who are living in difficult circumstances. I wonder if Miss Yan could take them in and help them find a living."

After saying this, he quickly added, "I will give you the money myself."

"Oh? In that case, Marquis Changxin, why don't you take care of them yourself?" Yan Wanwan asked.

"I'm not afraid to laugh at you, young lady, but the soldiers I took in were so afraid of causing trouble that they refused to accept the money I gave them, even though they had no money to eat."

Marquis Changxin couldn't help but sigh deeply, "I'm truly helpless, so I've come here with such audacity, shamelessly asking the young lady to take me in."

Yan Wanwan raised her eyebrows slightly, and understood in her heart that these words were high-sounding, but in fact they just wanted to openly plant spies in the village! Why beat around the bush and put such a big accusation on someone?

"Opportunities in this world are truly marvelous. Today I happened to have a conversation with the remnants of Zhuangzi's army, and I never imagined that they were actually under the command of Marquis Changxin."

Marquis Changxin was surprised and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true. But although the manor is mine, it has long been leased to someone else. Now that the manor has concluded its recruitment of remnant soldiers, I have no idea whether it will be able to accept more people in the future."

Yan Wanwan spoke with regret, "However, I can inquire on your behalf. The tenant has gone south on business, so it may take some time for him to respond. If the Marquis of Changxin needs it urgently, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fulfill his wish."

The smile on Marquis Changxin's face faded a little in an instant.

"Miss Yan, please don't refuse anymore. You handle many affairs at the manor, and everyone has seen it. Whether the manor is accepted or not depends on your words."

Yan Wanwan quickly waved her hands and explained, "Marquis Changxin, you truly misunderstood. The tenant hired me as the manor's steward. I can make decisions on minor matters within the manor, but when it comes to major matters, I absolutely have no right to make decisions."

She walked out with light, leisurely steps, then turned back to look at the magnificent pavilion, a sneer on her lips. No matter who came, she had only one response: "The manor has been rented, and I know nothing more."

Even if she knew some of the inside story, the manor was under her name, so naturally she had the final say. What she hated most in her life was others coveting what belonged to her. If anyone dared to get their hands on it, she would be ruthless and cut off those who crossed the line one by one.