Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

Shen Jinxing looked at her with a smile.

Suddenly, with lightning speed, he pulled out the knife from the waist of the officer and soldier beside him and stabbed Wan Muxue's chest painfully.

In an instant, blood spurted out from Wan Muxue's chest.

She looked at Shen Jinxing in disbelief.

The pain in her chest prevented her from speaking a word.

Shen Jinxing showed a trace of pity on his face, "No one can reveal this matter about Luo Yan. I can only wrong you."

After that, he reached out and closed Wan Muxue's eyes.

Shen Jinxing turned to the somewhat dull officers and soldiers and said, "Are you surprised?"

The officers and soldiers lowered their heads and did not speak.

"Sir, he said that those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. If Luo Yan is implicated because of this woman, not only myself, I am afraid that the entire people of Yong'an City will not let us go."

His eyes were full of compassion like a Buddhist, "Maybe this woman is innocent, but the livelihood of thousands of people in Jingguo is more important. Luo Yan is the one who has the ability to change the current situation in Jingguo, just like he can in just three years In just a few seconds, the ruined Yong'an City turned into what it is now."

"So, nothing can happen to Luo Yan."

The officer raised his head and looked at Shen Jinxing. He felt that Shen Jinxing's body seemed to be covered with a layer of light, which made his eyes heat up.

"Sir, you have the people of Li in your heart, and you are the blessing of the people of Jingguo."

Shen Jinxing did not reply, but focused his gaze on Wan Muxue's body, "Find someone to bury her. She died for the people of Jingguoli."

The officers and soldiers were ordered to retreat.

Shen Jinxing turned around and looked in the direction of the Luo family, muttering to himself, "Luo Yan, please don't let me down..."

……

the other side,

palace,

"Your Majesty, all the letters sent from Yong'an City are here." The speaker buried his head so low that he did not dare to raise his head.

The emperor stretched out his hand and looked at the pile of letters on the table with a sullen face. There were 48 letters in total. It can be seen that Luo Yan was sending letters to the capital one letter a month.

He even doubted why Luo Yan had three types of high-yielding grains in his hands, but the capital didn't know anything about them.

But who would have known that the truth turned out to be that in the past four years, none of the letters sent by Luo Yan had ever reached his hands.

He pulled out a letter with a cold face and scanned it line by line:

Your Majesty, the famine in Jingguo has lasted for several years. In Yong'an City, several kinds of grains weighing one kilo per acre have been discovered, which can relieve the people's worries...

The emperor slammed the letter in his hand on the table, snorted coldly, and glared at the officers and soldiers in front of the table with their heads lowered as if with daggers in their eyes.

"You deserve death!"

"Who gave you the right to withhold letters sent by officials to Beijing?"

The official knelt down abruptly, his body trembling like chaff, "Holy... the Holy Master Mingjian, I only think that Luo Yan is exaggerating. After so many years of famine, how can there be an acre of grain? This is in the entire history of Jingguo. It's all unheard of, so..."

The emperor's face became even more angry when he heard this. He picked up the inkstone on the desk and threw it at the official's head.

"You think it's unheard of, you think it's exaggerated? Why do you think that?"

"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist!"

"As a court official, as long as you have a chance to solve the famine and solve the people's food problem, you must do it even if it is just an empty promise!"

The official kept kowtowing, "It was the humble minister who was negligent. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

The emperor breathed a long sigh of relief and said with cold eyes, "Come here, Mr. Wu has neglected his duties, ransacked his house and exiled his entire family!"

The official collapsed on the ground and was pulled down.

Han Feng happened to walk into the imperial study at this time and looked at the minister who was dragged out with some confusion.

He walked quickly to the emperor and bowed, "Your Majesty, what are you..."

The emperor looked at Han Feng, stretched out his hand and beat his chest, "When I think that Jingguo could have solved the famine problem three years in advance, but it was delayed for three whole years because of this beast, I feel sad."

"Three years, three whole years! During these three years, I don't know how many people starved to death and how many people were displaced."

"They are all my subjects of Jingguo!"

The emperor pointed to the door, feeling a little excited, "This time, if you hadn't told me about the people living and working in Yong'an City, and I went to Yong'an City for a private visit to find out about it, otherwise I don't know how many years it would be delayed."

"It's the emperor's blessings equal to the heavens."

Han Feng raised his eyes and looked at the emperor, "Your Majesty, we all see the current situation in Yong'an City, why not transfer Luo Yan back to the capital?"

"He is the one who knows how to grow those types of food best. Young people are also needed in the court to support him."

The emperor nodded with satisfaction, "I have thought of a place with Aiqing, and I will write the imperial decree right now."

Han Feng raised the corners of his mouth and stepped back on his own.

……

The days passed in a mediocre way.

Luo Jiaojiao is no longer the three-year-old child she used to be. She is now seven years old.

There are no restrictions.

He wandered around Yong'an City like a kid when he had nothing to do. Occasionally he would see Wan Jiajun kicking his feet. He was very carefree.

Luo Jue stayed with Luo Zhe every day, reading and writing with him.

Luo Yuan was the treasurer of Zhenbao Pavilion for his grandmother. In just one month, the profit of Zhenbao Pavilion had doubled.

How about saying that Luo Yuan was born to do business.

Even Ye Zhen adapted well to the Luo family.

She looked like a weak little white flower who couldn't take care of herself. Being raised by her grandma and aunt, she was a bit tougher than she was at the beginning.

this day,

An uninvited guest came to the Luo family.

As soon as Luo Jiaojiao came to the door, she saw Jiang Zhenbei sitting in the courtyard with a cold face. He looked up and saw that the cold look on Luo Jiaojiao's face had softened a bit.

He stretched out his hand and waved towards Luo Jiao's house, "Is this Jiao Jiao? Come to uncle."

Luo Jiaojiao walked over without hesitation.

Jiang Zhenbei took out a big red money bag from his arms, "This is a meeting gift for our Jiaojiao. We haven't seen each other for a few years, and Jiaojiao has grown so big."

Luo Jiaojiao stood obediently in front of Jiang Zhenbei and took the money bag from Jiang Zhenbei's hand.

After all, if there is an advantage, don't take advantage of the bastard.

Jiang Zhenbei looked at Luo Jiaojiao with a nostalgic look, as if he was looking at another person through her.

This feeling was very strange and made Luo Jiaojiao feel a little uncomfortable.

Soon, this discomfort disappeared.

Because, Su Rou came over with her grandma and Ye Zhen.

Su Rou frowned, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Zhenbei's frown deepened, "My mother is still here, how could I not come?"

The old lady of the Jiang family stretched out her hand to stop, "Okay, Zhenbei, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly, I have lived here for three or four years, and you have nothing else to do except send me a letter every year, but please don't worry." Don’t talk about filial piety and make people laugh out of thin air!”