Transmigrated Leftover Woman in Rural Style

Because the old Taoist priest had previously stated that the man had come to learn from Li Xiaonuan, neither Su nor Li Xiaonuan avoided the unfamiliar man.

After everyone sat down in the main hall according to their status, Li Xiaonuan realized that the man was of a very high rank.

The old Taoist priest had invited the man to take the main seat. Of course, the man also showed the old Taoist priest great respect, just as he would a family elder.

"Girl, bring out your picture book so we can take a look." After the tea and snacks were served, the old Taoist priest spoke up impatiently.

"Grandpa, it's really unfortunate. Before we came to the capital, that book and many of the drawings were stolen. I only discovered it recently during an inspection," Li Xiaonuan quickly explained.

"What? Someone actually stole things from you? Who is so despicable as to do such filthy things? First, they stole my two scriptures, and now they've even stolen your paintings. Clearly, those people are all rotten apples in Qisong." The old Taoist glanced at the man and said without any politeness.

The man was drinking tea, but the old Taoist's words prevented him from spitting it out. However, even though he didn't spit out the tea, he still choked on it.

The man was filled with bitterness, a bitterness as strong as gall. He was merely following the usual procedures; how did he become the despicable person, the rotten apple in the old Taoist's eyes?

The old Taoist priest looked at the man with the shrimp-like face and felt some of his annoyance subside. Although he was also a member of the royal family, he disliked the suspicious nature of royals the most.

However, being in the royal family, if one isn't suspicious, one might actually be harmed. Royal children are truly a paradox.

Li Xiaonuan was stunned by the interaction between the two. They seemed quite familiar with each other, but the old Taoist priest looked down on the man.

It was unclear what the man's identity was, that he was being treated as an honored guest.

I remember seeing the old Taoist priest sitting in the seat of honor when he was with Zhao Wangchuan and his mother.

The man coughed for a while before he recovered. His face was no longer flushed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Xiaonuan had her maid give the man a fresh cup of tea.

The man took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth before awkwardly saying to Li Xiaonuan, "Miss, why don't you check this book I have and see if there are any corrections needed?"

Li Xiaonuan stepped forward and took the booklet that the man had taken out of his sleeve, examining it carefully. What she saw shocked her even more.

This booklet was simply a copy of the one she lost. Only some content was added or removed in certain places, and many unclear parts were marked.

So it seems the person who stole Li Xiaonuan's booklet was actually in cahoots with the man sitting in the seat of honor. No wonder the man reacted so strongly when the old Taoist priest said those hurtful things.

“Many things here are precise. Except for the corn. You can’t plant corn like you plant wheat, throwing seeds in rows and thinning out the seedlings. That way the plants will be too dense and there won’t be a harvest,” Li Xiaonuan said, pointing out the most obvious mistake.

She didn't actually write down the key points about how to grow corn back then.

"Oh? How should corn be planted, and what should we pay attention to?" The man's eyes flickered slightly after hearing Li Xiaonuan's words, but he quickly asked with a bright look on his face.

“Corn plants are large and tall, so it’s essential to leave enough space between them to allow for better sunlight exposure and growth. I suggest planting the corn in clusters, with two to three plants per cluster. Of course, the ideal distance between clusters is about an arm’s length,” Li Xiaonuan said.

"Very well, I'm quite insightful. I'll remember that. And this sweet potato, could you please explain it to me as well? I saw on it that many people experience varying degrees of discomfort after eating it. If that's the case, what is the point of cultivating this sweet potato?" The man asked after understanding the situation.

“Sweet potatoes are a cheap thing, not suitable for formal occasions. Some people do experience heartburn after eating them. But that doesn’t really affect their health. The main thing is that sweet potatoes are high-yielding, filling, and drought-resistant. In years of great disaster, having such a crop to replace staple food is much better than gnawing on tree bark or eating clay,” Li Xiaonuan replied.

"Then what about the sweet potato by-products mentioned here?" the man seized the opportunity to ask.

"Sweet potatoes may be a bit cheap, but they are indeed a very practical crop. They can be used to make wine; they can also be used to make vermicelli; and they can be made into dried sweet potatoes as a snack. Oh, the starch from washing sweet potatoes can also be used as a thickening agent for many dishes. In addition, sweet potato starch has a magical effect of making meat smooth and tender," Li Xiaonuan pointed out one by one.

Next, Li Xiaonuan discussed the contents of the booklet with the man and the old Taoist priest for more than two hours. By the time all the questions in the booklet had been answered, it was already late at night.

After seeing off the satisfied man and the impatient old Taoist priest, Li Xiaonuan realized her stomach was empty. It turned out that her whole family hadn't had dinner that evening.

The family ate a little something with a wry smile, then washed up and went to bed.

On a grand avenue, a man lay on his side in the car frame, half-closing his eyes, and asked, "Did you see what Miss Li drew this time?"

The woman in riding attire, kneeling before the man, respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, I have seen it. Miss Li has drawn several diagrams, but I cannot make out what they are or what their purpose is. However, I am certain that it is something very important. Because the markings Miss Li has made on them are all incomprehensible codes."

"Oh? Something mysterious? That's something I'm very curious about. Why don't we press her a little further and see if she can produce something that will make me beg her to spare her family's lives?" The man's lips curled slightly, but his words were chilling.

He hated most of all the things in this world that were beyond his control. Including Li Xiaonuan's blueprints and the coded language she used that he couldn't understand.

Of course, what he feared most were those unknown, hidden figures. He knew that those people could potentially become another founding emperor.

Therefore, he became anxious and restless. He wanted to take control of the situation and not be on the defensive.

Previously, he had plenty of time to watch the Wang and Wei families engage in their open and covert struggles. He was simply too bored.

Therefore, despite the infamy, he still favored the incompetent Wang family, watching the Wei family anxiously endure the situation.

In reality, he did this for two reasons: firstly, to weaken the power of the Wei clan; and secondly, to legitimately eliminate the Wang clan.

The Wang family dared to scheme against him back then, so they must be prepared to face his retribution. As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the harder you fall.

He wanted to see the scene of that Wang woman, who thought she was above him and was full of pride, suddenly being pushed into the abyss.

The thought of that scene brought a bloodthirsty smile to the man's face.

The woman in front of him felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at the man's smile. Someone's about to be in big trouble! she thought to herself.

"Master, you must not pressure Miss Li any further. If she hardens her heart and risks the lives of her entire family, you will suffer a great loss," the woman still had to remind the man.

"Indeed, she's quite the fiery little pepper. Who knows, she might actually do as you say, fight me to the death." The man's smile faded, and a hint of anxiety appeared between his brows. His expression bore a striking resemblance to Zhao Wangchuan.