The domestic guard is a little sweet

After three consecutive days of torrential rain, the sky seemed to have leaked a big hole, and water poured down continuously. There were almost no pedestrians on the road, and the sky was foggy, which made people feel very depressed.

The servants and maidservants in the palace were busy cleaning up the water in some puddles in the palace, not to mention that the pond in the garden was already full.

"Quick, hurry up, clean up all the stagnant water, the threshold must be raised."

"The master is also sympathetic to everyone, and gave everyone a month's salary increase. Today, the kitchen has stewed delicious mutton soup. Everyone work harder."

"Yes, thank you, master."

Manager Liu put on all his clothes and stood in the rain directing his servants to clean up the stagnant water to prevent the stagnant water from flowing too deep into the room.

Zhao Jin stood by the window, it was raining heavily outside, his brows were tightly frowned, it had been more than three days, and An Shi went to a hidden villa in the suburbs of Beijing. Although the terrain was quite high there, the surrounding mountains were densely covered. He was always a little uneasy, the heavy rain came too fast and too fast.

As the place where the emperor lives, the capital city has always been well-equipped with water conservancy facilities, but the water conservancy facilities were not arranged in time, and the water on the road outside has reached calf height.

There are almost no pedestrians on the street, and where the common people live, if the houses are low-lying and the city is flooded with water, they will almost not have a dining table.

Although the rain decreased at noon on the fourth day, it still did not stop, and Dark Twelve still did not come back.

According to common sense, it only takes two days to go back and forth to the mountain farm on the outskirts of Beijing. Now it has been more than four days, and there is still no news, and his heart is tightly held together.

Zhao Jin didn't want to wait any longer, he waved his hand to summon two hidden guards, and ordered in a low voice: "Both of you hurry to the farm in the southern suburb of Beijing, and bring him back to me."

The two two knelt on one knee and responded in unison.

"Yes."

The two hidden guards left under orders, but Zhao Jin still did not loosen his brows. He ordered the housekeeper to prepare the best horses and medicines to dispel the cold.

This rain was too strange, it was the spring planting season, and the seeds had just germinated. Now that the heavy rain fell, I am afraid that [-]% of them will die, and I am afraid that this year's harvest may not be good.

Maybe it's God's pity, the dripping rain finally stopped in the evening.

The sky also slowly cleared up, revealing the clouds in the distance, no longer cloudy.

The south wing room where the servants live in the palace is located on a low ground. Under the rain, most of the servants' rooms were flooded.

Zhao Jin simply recruited them.In the royal mansion, the purchase of needlework is done in the form of changing a batch of quilts for the servants, and each person is given an extra basket of black charcoal, and lighting a charcoal basin in the house will also make the moisture in the room escape quickly.

However, such things as burning carbon in the house are very prone to carbon monoxide poisoning. Zhao Jin specially told the stewards in charge of the servants, reminding them that they must ventilate when burning charcoal at night.

Although the terrain of the hot spring farm is quite high, Zhao Jin misses the sweet potato seedlings in his heart very much. Only Director Liu went with him to understand the related matters of sweet potato planting.

Zhao Jin sent Director Liu to go to the hot spring farm to wipe the sweet potatoes. If the seedlings are destroyed by the heavy rain, they should be replanted in time.

Although the heavy rain has stopped, such heavy rain affects the harvest, and the results of the autumn harvest are unknown.

Sweet potatoes can also be used as a food crop in emergencies. It does not require a high environment and has a high yield. Even if the harvest is affected, if it is taken care of properly, it should be useful.

Zhao Jin was sitting by the desk, looking anxiously at the dark sky in the distance, Hong Fei pushed the door open and walked in slowly, holding an azure teapot in her hand.

"Master, this is the new spring eyebrow of this season. You always like it to be light and sweet. This servant came here specially to let you taste it."

After finishing speaking, Hong Fei poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Zhao Jin. The melodious fragrance of tea slowly permeated the room, which was really refreshing.

Zhao Jin took a deep breath, the elegant tea fragrance, looking at the light tea soup in the white porcelain cup, seemed to soothe his restless mood.

"good."

Zhao Jin picked up the teacup and was about to bow his head to take a sip when suddenly a round-faced eunuch came quickly outside the door.

Seeing Hong Fei who was standing aside, Sun He rolled his eyes and took half a step forward to block her figure, and hurriedly saluted and said, "Master, the Twelve Young Masters beside you have returned and are waiting outside now."

Zhao Jin's eyes lit up, he couldn't care less about drinking tea, and said hastily, "Quick, let him in quickly."

"Yes." Sun Hehe took the order to leave, and when he passed by Hong Fei, he gave him a slanted look, with a little pride in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Even if she was the maid of honor who was close to the master before, so what, she is not rejected now.

Hong Fei glanced at the untouched tea on the table, took a step forward, and said in a low voice.

"master……"

The last time Zhao Jin wanted to dismiss the maids around him, Director Liu vaguely reminded him that these people were sent by the palace to warm his bed.

As for the poison he got when he just transmigrated, only the empress dowager, the empress, and the imperial physician in the palace knew about it, and they only said that he occasionally caught a cold.

Moreover, Zhao Jin is a man who naturally likes men, so naturally he doesn't want to be these good girls, so he doesn't want to give these people any hope at all

Seeing that Hong Fei hadn't left, Zhao Jin lowered his voice and said flatly, "Go down."

The silk handkerchief in Hong Fei's hand was tightly clenched, and then she quickly let go of her face, bowing and saluting with the same gentle appearance as before.

"Yes, the servant has retired."

Hong Fei left the main courtyard, saw An Twelve following Sun He from a distance, and walked quickly towards the room where the prince was.

The obedient look on her face disappeared completely, a glimmer of haze flashed in her eyes, and then she bowed her head and left.

Dark Twelve stood in front of Zhao Jin, Zhao Jin's heart was down, and he looked at him carefully, and saw that there was no injury on his body, but the black clothes on his body had been soaked in rain, and he was a little embarrassed , and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"What's the delay, why haven't you returned?"

An Twelve wanted to salute forward and reply, but remembering that Zhao Jin would not allow him to salute, he could only stand stiffly beside Zhao Jin, and said in a low voice, "Master, some of the seeds have been planted in the ground, but suddenly there was a heavy rain , The subordinates were worried that the seeds would be washed away by the heavy rain, so they took the healthy farmers to dig out the seeds overnight, which delayed some time."

These seeds are all from overseas, and the master also attaches great importance to them. They have always been different from some crops in the Central Plains. Although there are some seeds left, the number is limited after all. Dark Twelve brought the seeds that the farmers will sow, and quickly Rescue them and put them indoors for cultivation.

Sure enough, Zhao Jin specially sent someone to meet An Twelve in the farm, just because he was afraid that he would disregard his own safety for those seeds.

Zhao Jin stretched out his hand to grab An Shier's palm, which was scorching hot in the past, but now it was a little cold.

"I ordered people to make ginger soup and medicine to dispel the cold. You go and wash it, change into clean clothes and drink it."

Dark Twelve: "Yes."

Zhao Jin sighed, got up and hugged An Shier.

"I'll just say once, you are more important than those dead things, and you will put your own safety first no matter what."