Time Travel and Love

After hearing Chu Qingmeng's words, the emperor fell into a brief moment of contemplation. After about a cup of tea, the emperor spoke again, "Mu Lingxue, I heard that the sweet potatoes you grow can yield up to 2,000 kilograms per mu?"

"Your Majesty, it is true. Our common people's yield has increased from 500 kilograms per mu to 2,000 kilograms per mu after improvements." Mu Lingxue answered truthfully.

"Improvement? Then can the yield of 2,000 kilograms per mu be further improved?" The emperor's eyes showed surprise.

Mo Liuyuan couldn't help but worry. Two thousand kilograms was already quite good. His uncle was becoming more and more greedy.

"My original goal was 4,000 kilograms," Mu Lingxue said calmly. This time, it was everyone present who was surprised. Mo Liuyuan was a little nervous, wondering how Mu Lingxue could be so bold. "It's just that the land is not good enough. If the improved seeds are planted in very fertile land, the yield per mu can reach between 3,000 and 4,000 kilograms."

If she was shocked just now, now she was pleasantly surprised. The emperor had never expected such a large harvest. He had thought that 2,500 kilograms would be difficult for her, but he hadn't expected it to reach 3,000 to 4,000 kilograms! The emperor could no longer contain his joy and burst into laughter. "Great! Well done! If this season's harvest yield reaches 3,000 kilograms per mu, I will make you Princess Sinong! You can report directly to me on agricultural matters!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Mu Lingxue accepted the title with a calm expression.

After meeting the emperor, everyone took their leave. The emperor left Mo Chenfeng to discuss matters, and the others left the palace. On the way back, the two wanted to walk instead of riding in the sedan chair, so Mo Liuyuan and Mo Liujin dismounted and joined them. Not far from the palace, Chu Qingmeng burst out laughing, and Mu Lingxue looked at her and laughed too. Chu Qingmeng, making the two brothers laugh inexplicably, jokingly said, "Lingxue, you're quite capable. If I remember correctly, the minimum yield per mu of sweet potato is 4,000 kilograms, right? Normally, it should be 4,000 to 6,000 kilograms, right?"

The two men's faces changed color as soon as these words came out. Six thousand catties! What does this mean? It means that the people of Dayu Kingdom can have enough to eat! Dayu Kingdom only produces wheat and rice, and the yield per mu is basically around three or four hundred catties!

Mu Lingxue smiled. "I can't say that! This thing is severely limited by the climate, land, and cultivation capacity. 6,000 kilograms is the yield I've been able to produce! What if other places can't produce that much? I'm just saying the bottom line. The 2,000 kilograms that A Yuan saw was just from my failed experimental plot."

Mo Liuyuan's hands were already shaking. Mo Liujin glanced at his brother and patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Brother, calm down! I was also shocked when I heard about Qingmeng's drastic measures to deal with the plague. You'll get used to it." Mo Liuyuan forced a smile at Mo Liujin. This was too scary.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the gate of the mansion. The plaque of the Chu residence had been taken down and replaced with the sign of An Ning County Princess's Residence. It was obvious that the words were still from Mo Chenfeng's notes. Looking at the words before her, Mu Lingxue sighed, "It was vigorous and powerful, with a sense of Yan Jinliu's bones."

Chu Qingmeng laughed and said, "It seems I'm not the only one who thinks so. Uncle Mo's handwriting is indeed very good. It's a pity that I still can't even hold a pen steadily."

The two chatted and laughed as they entered the mansion. As soon as they entered, the butler came to announce that the prince was waiting in the main hall. Chu Qingmeng frowned, not wanting to see him, but unable to do so out of courtesy. Still hesitating, Mo Liujin stepped forward and quietly took her hand, hiding it beneath his large robe. Chu Qingmeng looked up at him, only to see him smile and whisper, "Don't be afraid, I told you. I'm here. I'll go with you to see him."

Chu Qingmeng smiled back at him and asked Mu Lingxue to go and rest first, but Mo Liuyuan insisted on going with them. Originally, he wanted to ask Mu Lingxue about the sweet potatoes, but he couldn't do that now. He was afraid that his eldest brother and the third brother would quarrel, so he whispered a few words to Mu Lingxue and went to the main hall.

"Young Master, why are you here? Is there something wrong?" Chu Qingmeng acted distant and spoke politely to save face.

"Can't you come if you have nothing to do?" Mo Liufang smiled and answered Chu Qingmeng softly, but when he saw Mo Liujin behind her, his hand holding the teacup tightened, and he hurriedly picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea to cover up his gaffe.

Chu Qingmeng glanced at Mo Liufang in confusion, but then he heard him say, "We're still friends, right? Second and third Xu brothers come to your place every day, so why can't I come over once in a while?"

"Of course, if you want to come, you can come anytime." Chu Qingmeng continued to chat perfunctorily, with a sense of alienation obvious in his eyes, as if the words "stay away from me" were written on his face.

A trace of loneliness flashed across Mo Liufang's eyes, and then he said, "Qingmeng, I have something I want to talk to you alone."

Chu Qingmeng's heart skipped a beat when he heard that, and he subconsciously took a step back to stand beside Mo Liujin. Mo Liujin also blocked Chu Qingmeng to his side, with a clear protective intention. When Chu Qingmeng realized how hurtful his step back was, he hurriedly said awkwardly, "No need, just say what you want to say. Liujin is your brother, there's nothing you can't listen to."