Walking into a cesspit, the best evil widow wants to stand up

Seeing that the matter had been dealt with, Erya turned around and went back to the workshop. Shenyang had been observing her secretly. She was not angry with herself, but Shenyang felt uneasy in his heart.

If she showed unhappiness, he would think it was normal, but the current situation was too abnormal, and Erya said nothing to Shenyang.

Shenyang followed behind Erya and said carefully: "Erya, don't be angry. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would be suspicious~"

Erya stopped and Shenyang failed to brake in time and almost crashed into her.

Erya turned her head suddenly and said with a sneer on her face: "There's no need for you to talk to me, I'm not yours!" Then she ignored Shenyang.

Shenyang followed behind and kept apologizing, while Guard Zhan followed behind with his hands covering his mouth and laughing. The prince looked so humble that he didn't act like a prince at all. He must have loved this girl so much.

Erya didn't seem to forgive Shenyang, but after Shenyang's constant explanations and Fourth Aunt's words, she had long since calmed down in her heart, but just didn't say it on purpose to make him anxious.

As for Liu Xing, although she was reluctant, she had no other choice at this point and could only let Huangmao go home and bring the matchmaker to propose marriage.

Huangmao cut two pounds of pork, brought some eggs, brown sugar and cloth and came to the door.

The yellow-haired man was grinning from ear to ear as he had gotten a beautiful wife for nothing. On the contrary, Liu Xing had a blank expression on his face, as if others owed him something.

Liu Xing's parents had hoped that Liu Xing could find them a rich husband, but they didn't expect a young boy to come and propose marriage.

Seeing his yellow hair, eyes as big as green beans, pointed face and monkey cheeks, and a wretched expression, the two elders certainly did not agree.

"Hehe~"

The yellow-haired boy rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Dad, Mom, you can't disagree with this matter. I'm going to marry Liu Xing."

The matchmaker raised her lips and said with a wicked smile: "His wife, you don't know yet, but they have already made it a done deal, you can't disagree~"

When Liu Xing's father Liu Shu heard this, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at Liu Xing. He never thought that his beautiful daughter would be so unloving. If this news got out, how would they save their faces?

Liu Xing was slapped in the face, but she didn't refute. She just covered her face and sobbed.

"Her father~" Liu Xing's mother Huang quickly blocked his hand: "Calm down, don't get angry and get yourself sick."

"Sister, are you okay?" Sister Liu Hong looked at her sister Liu Xing worriedly.

"It's okay!" Liu Xing shook her head: "Liu Hong, you must open your eyes and marry in the future, don't be like me~"

Listening to her sister's words, Liu Hong felt puzzled, but she didn't think much about it.

"How about this, we Huangmao will give three taels of silver as a betrothal gift, and we'll have a good marriage~" The matchmaker kept talking with a big mouth.

Under the matchmaker's soft and hard tactics, Liu Shu and his wife had no choice but to agree. They also knew that if the news got out, Liu Xing would never be able to marry anyone else even if he paid her for it.

At least there was three taels of silver at the moment. Although the yellow-haired man looked unsatisfactory, the matter was settled, so what could be done? In this way, the two got married a few days later.

After getting married, the two returned to the workshop to work. At first, everyone laughed at them, and Liu Xing felt embarrassed at first, but later she figured it out. Since things have come to this, she can only accept her fate.

However, since then, Liu Xing's personality changed drastically. She was no longer as lively and cheerful as before, and she would often stare blankly by herself.

This matter was laughed at by everyone for a while, and then everyone gradually forgot about it. However, in Liu Xing's heart, this was always a hurdle that she could not get over.

……

Time flies, and it is already mid-October, the golden autumn of October, the harvest season. Right now, the second crop of rice is ready to be harvested. In addition, there is also the second crop of peanuts.

Shenyang also followed Dadong to visit the fields these days and was surprised to find that this high-yield rice variety is indeed as good as its reputation.

In Shenyang's memory, he had seen these rice ears before. They were few and short, far less productive than the high-yield rice, and their heaviness bent the rice seedlings.

I heard from Madam Shen that the yield per mu can reach nearly 1500 kilograms, while the best yield per mu of traditional rice is only 400 kilograms.

After harvesting this crop of rice, I estimate that the number will be almost enough.

After a few more days, the rice could be harvested gradually. There were rice threshers in several villages around, so the harvesting progressed a lot faster.

After a period of hard work, the rice was finally harvested. The weather happened to be good during this period, so the rice was quickly dried.

Soon Shen Ping started purchasing large quantities again. This time, she cooperated with Shenyang and collected rice from all over the country and put it all in the warehouse.

After a rough calculation, there were only 40 jin, which was far from the number the emperor said. The 1 taels of silver given by the emperor had long been spent, and the remaining amount was paid by Shenyang himself.

Shenyang has made up his mind. Although it cannot reach the number required by the emperor, this is the only way for now. It is almost November now, and it will take some time to transport the rice back to the capital.

At that time, the crops will have to be uniformly distributed in the capital to various places, which will take some time, but there will be no problem in catching up with the spring ploughing next year. Although the quantity is not enough, it is better to have something than nothing.

He calculated that every place could be allocated some, and at this rate of output, the entire Dazhi Dynasty would be lifted out of poverty in less than two years.

He felt reluctant to go back to the capital city and be separated from Erya again at the thought that he wanted to take Erya back to the capital city with him.

Shenyang shared this idea with Erya, but was opposed by her. She refused to leave Kaoshan Village no matter what.

"Shenyang, there will be no good outcome between you and me. You are a prince and I am a country girl. We are not the same kind of people at all." Erya smiled bitterly.

During this period of time, she thought very clearly that one of them had to give up, but Arya didn't want to give up everything she had now.

She didn't want to take the risk of following Shenyang to the capital because the gap in their status was too great. She knew it was impossible for Shenyang to give up his status as a prince, and the emperor probably wouldn't agree.

Seeing that Erya was unwilling, Shen Yang found Shen Ping to discuss and asked her to persuade Erya. Shen Ping certainly knew what Erya was worried about.

In fact, compared to the status of a concubine, Shen Ping would rather Erya be an ordinary woman's wife. If Erya follows Shenyang to Beijing and lives under the feet of the emperor, if Shenyang offends the emperor one day, she will be in great danger of death.

"Shenyang, if I ask you to stay in Kaoshan Village for Arya, can you do it?" Shen Ping looked straight at Shenyang.

Shenyang was stumped by the question. He had thought about this question before. It is said that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger.

Now the emperor is always suspicious of him. He never knows if he will displease him one day and feel that he has threatened his throne, and he might punish him.