Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

The next morning.

Cha Jiu woke up, and there was no figure of Shen Beizhan around him.

Qingdai and Agarwood came in to help with the dressing.

"Where is the general?" Cha Jiu asked.

Qingdai tasted Chajiu and didn't like others calling Shen Beizhan the Prince Consort, so she also changed the title: "The general got up early and went to the yard to practice boxing and swordplay."

Chen Xiang tidied up the clean white handkerchief on the bed and felt worried: "His Highness did not consummate the marriage yesterday. What should I do with this white handkerchief?"

According to the rules, a nun from the palace will come to inspect the Xipa later.

However, the identity of the princess is here, and the nanny is just going through the motions at most, and she will not really have the courage to see Xipa.

Qingdai said: "Put it in a box and put it in a camphor wood cage. You can just lead grandma to the side hall to drink tea later. Don't mention this handkerchief."

Chajiu sat in front of the mercury mirror, being served and dressed.

Although Chen Xiang is not good at words, she is a good hand at combing her hair. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled out a beautiful and yet heroic double-knife half-updo, which was paired with gold and gem-set silk hairpins, making it look luxurious and glorious.

Cha Jiu put a vermilion flower between her eyebrows to make her skin fairer and her face more beautiful.

After Shen Beizhan finished his morning practice, he came into the living room to have a meal and was stunned for a moment by Cha Jiu's beautiful face.

This little princess looks really good.

Before Shen Beizhan came in, he lowered his head and smelled his body.

He had taken a shower and changed his clothes, fearing that Cha Jiu would dislike his smell like last night.

Chajiu was eating rice porridge. When she saw him coming, she slowly swallowed what was in her mouth, wiped her lips with the scented handkerchief at hand, and then said, "The general is here? Let's have a meal together."

If he saw others acting like this, Shen Beizhan would be impatient and leave long ago.

He was not happy to eat at the same table with such a gentle man, and he felt tired just looking at him.

But if it were Cha Jiu, he felt it was acceptable.

It seemed that she was born to be so noble and elegant, so as not to waste God's meticulous work on her beautiful face.

Shen Beizhan sat down carelessly, and Qingdai served him a bowl of rice porridge.

The red rice porridge in front of you is full of aroma, and the grains are crystal clear, with a luster like pearls.

Shen Beizhan took a bite, and the fragrance lingered on his teeth and cheeks. The more he chewed, the sweeter it became.

He had never tasted rice porridge like this before and asked, "What kind of rice is this?"

Chajiu happened to grab a piece of milk and water chestnut cake and ate it. Qingdai knew that her master would not reply while eating, so she took the initiative to explain:

"General, this is the imperial tribute rice, called rouge rice. An ordinary acre of land can usually grow two stones of grain, but it may not be able to grow one rouge rice. This year, only fifteen dans were sent to the palace. The emperor distributed five loads of them to our highness."

Hearing what Qingdai said, Shen Beizhan suddenly felt that the rice porridge in his mouth was bitter.

The system appeared, prompting Chajiu: "Oh no, Shen Beizhan's favorability value has dropped to 5.00%."

Cha Jiu glanced at him lightly, not knowing what made this man unhappy.

Shen Beizhan looked unhappy: "How many people in the northwest can't afford to eat, but extravagance is common in the capital, and even the rice that fills the stomach must be so particular."

The royal family required tribute of rouge rice, so a lot of land must be wasted in various places to cultivate it.

If the land used to grow a load of rouge rice could be used to grow ordinary rice, how many families would be able to be fed and how many hungry people would be saved?

The more Shen Beizhan thought like this, the more depressed he became, and even looking at Cha Jiu felt a little unpleasant.

"Are you secretly scolding me for being extravagant?" Cha Jiu asked suddenly after finishing the pastries.

Shen Beizhan looked calm, but said very hard: "How dare you!"

Chajiu was funny: "You say you don't dare, but that doesn't mean you don't."

Shen Beizhan stopped talking.

Chajiu said slowly: "Do you know how much a stone of ordinary rice is worth?"

Shen Beizhan purchases grain, grass and military supplies all year round, so he naturally knows: "45 yuan."

"How much is that bushel of rouge rice worth?"

"How do I know that?"

"One thousand, three hundred and fifty yuan." Cha Jiu accurately stated the figure. "The price of a bushel of rouge rice is enough for farmers to grow 350 shi of ordinary rice. However, an acre of land that can grow rouge rice can only grow [-] shi of rice at most. , but can grow more than one bushel of rouge rice. Based on this calculation, can farmers make more money by planting rouge rice in exchange for more rations?"

Shen Beizhan frowned and asked: "If the local governments use the fields that cannot grow rouge rice in order to pay more rouge rice, wouldn't that delay the planting of ordinary rice?"

Cha Jiu: "Farmers and officials know whether the fields can grow rouge rice. These are all recorded in books and will not be messed with. What's more, the wealthy families in the capital are willing to spend more to enjoy these things, but it makes the hungry people below Farmers can feed themselves and make money, so why not?”

When Shen Beizhan heard this, he straightened his brows and praised it with his palms.

He was not unhappy about being refuted. Instead, he admired Cha Jiu's talent and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, I was just so narrow-minded."

Shen Beizhan apologized so frankly, which made Cha Jiu see more clearly his frankness and informality.

So she also smiled and said: "It's okay. Husband and wife should speak freely. It's not good to hide."

When Shen Beizhan heard the word "husband and wife", his face turned red under his thick beard.

In fact, he has not gotten used to the fact that he is married and has a wife.

Seeing that he didn't move, Chajiu asked, "Do you still want to eat this rice porridge?"

Shen Beizhan came to his senses and responded: "Eat, of course, why waste food!"

After saying that, he picked up the bowl and started eating with a slurping sound.

Agarwood and Qingdai on the side looked disgusted.

This General Shen looks really rude and ugly!

After Shen Beizhan drank the last drop of rice porridge, he looked up and saw the indescribable expressions of the two maids. Only then did he realize that his eating manner just now could be called a savage eating.

He didn't feel shy, but accepted the strange looks generously.

Shen Beizhan has been in the military camp all year round. The war situation is unpredictable. He may be eating one moment and raising a knife to fight in the next moment.

If you don't eat quickly, I'm afraid you won't even be able to have a full meal. How can you care about your appearance?

But what would the princess think of him?

Are you scared?

Or do you think he is vulgar too?

Or is it……

Suddenly, a slender hand came to him holding a fragrant handkerchief and wiped the rice porridge stains on his chin and beard.

Shen Beizhan was startled and looked at her intently.

Her almond-shaped eyes were like mist-colored mountains, always covered with a thin layer of mist. When she looked at someone seriously, it seemed as if the other person was the only one she cared about.

"If there is nothing urgent, you can eat more slowly." Cha Jiu said, "How you behave is the second most important thing. Don't choke."

She showed no look of disgust or contempt for him.

Even the words he said were caring.

Shen Beizhan's heart was suddenly hit hard by something.