The abandoned concubine who transmigrated woke up shouting "Long live the widow!"

Actually, the security work in Dashan Village is quite good. In addition, there is not much movement of people in winter. Also, the villagers of Dashan Village hardly ever leave the village. They have enough to eat and not much money. Who would go shopping all the time? They would rather go to Dapeng to find some work and earn some food.

Therefore, the news about the greenhouse didn't spread much.

Ye Muchen hadn't had a chance to go to Jingxue's side. After leaving the greenhouse, he went to find his subordinates stationed there. The New Year was just a few days away, and although the army regularly sent food, he still had to go and check on them.

There were guards standing watch outside the army tents. When they saw the prince coming, they quickly bowed.

"Where is your commander?"

"Your Highness, the centurion and the head of the horse stable are inside." After the guard finished speaking, he lifted the curtain for Ye Muchen.

The old horseman and the centurion inside had already heard the voices and were preparing to go out to greet the prince when they saw him enter. They quickly bowed and paid their respects.

"No need for formalities. How are you? It's almost New Year's, and I've come to see you all. Is there anything else you need?"

The centurion withdrew his hand, straightened his body, and said, "Your Highness, we have everything we need. Li Zhuangtou and the others occasionally send us some fine rice, meat, and eggs. As for vegetables, they even share some of the less-than-perfect greens from the shed with us. Although they are not very good, they are still much tastier than cabbages. They have also given us quite a few potatoes!"

Ye Muchen nodded, "It's almost Chinese New Year, are there any soldiers who want to go home? Should we give those who live nearby a few days off?"

Ma Zhuangtou smiled and said, "Your Highness, even if you give them leave, I doubt anyone would want to go home. The food here is better than in the camp. Every day, besides guarding and running drills, they go to the greenhouse to record the growth of the crops. If you let them go home for the New Year, I doubt they'll have any food left at home."

"Then tell the soldiers that if any of them want to go back, make arrangements for them!" In the past few days, Ye Muchen has also taken out a lot of silver to buy dozens of pigs for the soldiers who stayed behind and sent them to the camp on the outskirts of the capital.

"Yes! Your Highness, please have a seat!"

"I won't sit any longer. I've seen another batch of potatoes planted. How's your learning going?"

Seeing that Ye Muchen was not sitting down, the centurion had no choice but to accompany him. "Your Highness, after you and the Emperor Emeritus returned last time, you started harvesting potatoes on the third day. Then, you prepared the land, selected seeds, and even changed the greenhouses. We all followed along, working and learning as we went."

"The soybeans and sweet potatoes will be harvested before the New Year. Your Highness, please rest assured, I will record everything carefully!"

Ye Muchen nodded. "Yes! Good! Everyone has worked hard. Please learn from the villagers and the Minister of Agriculture so that our army can grow crops on its own by spring. Also, we must ensure the safety of this place during the festival!"

"Yes! I understand!" the centurion replied, bowing.

"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now! Someone will bring you a slaughtered pig in a couple of days." Ye Muchen said as he left the tent.

When Jingxue arrived at the estate, she found that apart from a few cooks, the rest of the staff were imperial guards. The courtyard was filled with the aroma of mutton.

It turned out that Qin Jing had specially ordered a sheep to be slaughtered that morning to accommodate the delegation's dietary habits.

Jingxue called Runyue over, gave her 500 taels of silver notes, and told her to give them to Steward Yuan. She also told Steward Yuan to send a New Year's gift to every household in Dashan Village, which included two catties of meat, five catties of wheat flour, and five catties of rice.

Then, everyone who worked will receive double wages this month, whether they ask for grain or silver, it will be double. In addition, the villagers will make a new set of clothes and a new pair of shoes for each of their servants, including Qin Jing and the servants from the Nightfall side.

I do business on someone else's land in a remote mountain village. Although it brings some livelihood to the villagers, it's already quite good that those who don't come to work don't cause me any trouble.

Besides, I don't care about these little things, but they can make the villagers happier during the New Year. It's that simple!

After lunch, they returned to the capital. Jingxue thought the negotiations would continue the next day, but when they arrived at the palace gate, the Grand Preceptor of Cangbei proposed to rest for the next day.

This wasn't an unreasonable request. Jingxue didn't say anything; she only participated in the negotiations. Hu Yucheng agreed.

Jingxue knew that the Cangbei Army would not be able to leave before the New Year, so she had to find time to visit Li Shi in the next couple of days. Therefore, she sent Ying Si to inform the Emperor that she would be visiting her mother at Lengyan Palace tomorrow.

This time, the Emperor readily agreed and even sent troops to inform the Cangbei delegation. No one else said anything, except for Wanyan Junhao, who brazenly declared, "This prince also wants to see Jing Zhiyuan and see how miserable he is now! Haha..."

The Imperial Advisor's face turned cold. "Second Prince, could you please watch your words? This is Bei Ye. Jing Zhiyuan is the father of the Princess Consort of War. You'd better not offend the Princess Consort of War."

"Hmph! So what if I offended her? She's so capable that she managed to get her own father imprisoned. If it were me, I would have broken through the encirclement and rescued him long ago," Wanyan Junhao said loudly.

Then, in his self-righteousness, he said, "If we were to secretly tell Princess Zhan to bring Jing Zhiyuan to surrender to Cangbei, we could at least give him a princeship. Do you think Princess Zhan would agree?"

Wanyan Junhui, standing to the side, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold and disdainful smile, and said mockingly, "Hmph, why don't you give it a try, Second Prince? Maybe you really have the ability to succeed!" His words were full of provocation and contempt.

"You underestimate this prince, don't you? You bastard!" Wanyan Junhao glared angrily and was about to step forward.

The Grand Preceptor, who was standing to the side, changed his expression drastically. He hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hands to stop the Second Prince from taking any action, and anxiously shouted, "You mustn't, Second Prince! You absolutely mustn't act so rashly! This matter is of utmost importance. The slightest carelessness could bring unpredictable consequences. Please think carefully before you act!" The Grand Preceptor's tone was very earnest, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead due to tension.

Looking at the two people's attitudes, Wanyan Junhao scratched his beard and said, "I just want the good stuff that Princess Zhan has. Didn't you say she's a lucky star? If we also have a lucky star, who else would we care about?"

The Imperial Advisor sighed, “Second Prince, your intentions are good, but as far as I can see, the Princess Consort of War does not have this intention. If she did, she would not be dependent on any country.”

Wanyan Junhao frowned. "What do you mean? You mean she can become queen herself? You're making her sound like a goddess!"

“I feel she has the ability!” the Imperial Advisor said.

"Pah! You're getting more and more worked up. Nobody cares about your mess. We could have continued negotiations tomorrow, but you insisted on taking a day off. I really don't know what you're thinking. Finish this quickly so you can go back home. Why are you bottling this up? You're driving me crazy. I'm not talking to you anymore." After saying that, Wanyan Junhao walked to the door, picked up his car, and left.

The Imperial Advisor shook his head helplessly. At that time, the King of Cangbei didn't know what he was thinking, insisting that he marry his daughter to Wanyan Junhao.

This second prince is reckless and impulsive every day. Although he treats his daughter, Ulintuya, fairly well, he is always uneasy, fearing that one day he might do something foolish to his daughter.

"Grand Preceptor, let's discuss the negotiations for the day after tomorrow!"