Parents are busy farming

Before Ye Zifen could respond, the man asked another question: "Princess, how long will it take for the seeds to germinate before they can bear fruit?"

Ye Zifen finally couldn't stand it anymore, she closed her eyes tightly and roared angrily: "Don't ask any more questions!"

The sound was so loud that it startled the birds in the forest and made them fly into the sky.

But the two of them still refused to give in and continued to ask, "Princess, this..."

Ye Zifen was really fed up with it, so she simply covered her ears with her hands and hurried forward, wanting only to get rid of the two annoying "followers" behind her as soon as possible.

"Princess, wait for us." Seeing Ye Zifen walking faster and faster, the two shouted and chased after her. But Ye Zifen ignored the shouts and had only one thought in her mind - to seek a moment of peace.

"Princess, please walk slower." But no matter how the people behind her shouted and begged, Ye Zifen's pace did not slow down, but became faster and faster, and she disappeared at the end of the road as quickly as a gust of wind.

Ye Zifen frowned tightly, staring at the two people in front of her. Her heart felt like a tangled mess, filled with anxiety.

In order to successfully get rid of these two guys who were as sticky as taffy, she almost exhausted all her brain cells. She racked her brains and thought hard about all kinds of possible useful methods.

Finally, after a long period of thinking, a flash of inspiration came into her mind. She was so excited that she almost jumped up. She finally came up with a brilliant idea.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her excitement, then looked at the two people in front of her with a determined gaze and said loudly: "Since we have met here, why don't we go and open up the wasteland together!"

However, there are actually unknown reasons behind Ye Zifen's courage to arrange the two noble princes' tasks in such an impolite and even somewhat domineering manner.

All this was caused by a letter from the retired emperor and an imperial edict from the emperor.

In the letter written to Ye Zifen, the retired emperor used earnest and sincere words, and his deep love and expectations for future generations were revealed between the lines.

He asked Ye Zifen to personally pass on to the princes the experience and skills of how to build a place and how to promote its prosperity.

Every word in the letter seemed to still appear vividly in Ye Zifen's eyes, shining with the emperor's earnest expectations.

The emperor's edict was an order directly issued to the two princes.

It clearly states: "I order you to go to the grasslands and shoulder the responsibilities and missions that a prince should have. You must go all out and not slack off in the slightest, let alone bring shame to our royal family!"

This imperial edict was like a heavy hammer, hitting the two princes' hearts hard, making them feel unprecedented pressure.

It is precisely because of this that the two princes are trying so hard to perform well.

They surrounded Ye Zifen like studious students and kept asking her all kinds of questions.

Just as Zhang Gaoyi was rushing to deliver the reply, all the precious seeds brought by Ye Zifen had already been planted in the soil.

They carefully selected the fertile land on both sides of the river to grow crops. However, the hardworking people did not stop there and continued to work hard to reclaim more wasteland.

The newly reclaimed land is like a huge canvas, exuding a rich scent of earth.

The fresh smell seems to whisper about the beautiful vision and infinite possibilities of future harvest.

The Han people who moved here from far away have a special feeling for this land reclamation.

Their eyes are determined and full of hope, and the farm tools in their hands never stop holding, as if they are writing their own chapter of struggle on the earth.

Since large-scale grain cultivation has just begun here, there is still much to explore and improve.

Therefore, the intelligent and courageous Ye Zifen acted decisively and submitted a series of earnest and expedited memorials to the court, begging for a three-year tax exemption policy to support the development of local agriculture.

Those thick piles of memorials, like small boats loaded with the people's earnest hopes, rushed along the official road and finally arrived at the imperial palace in the capital.

Fortunately, the court quickly approved the request.

The good news spread throughout the area as quickly as a spring breeze. People were all excited and rushed to tell each other.

At this moment, two noble princes were leading their men to humbly learn how to sow grass seeds.

The princes took off their gorgeous clothes and put on simple clothes, looking focused and serious.

They followed the experienced old farmer closely, watching his every move intently.

When it was their turn to practice personally, the princes carefully picked up handfuls of tender green grass seeds with their hands, and then scattered them evenly over the vast earth like fairies scattering flowers.

As the breeze blows, the grass seeds dance lightly in the air, and finally fall into the soil, waiting to take root and sprout.

In the back, those young and strong men, like the rising sun, exude infinite power and vigor.

I saw them bending down slightly, and their strong and powerful hands tightly grasped the handles of the buckets, and they easily drew a full bucket of water from the clear river water.

The heavy bucket seemed as light as a feather in their strong hands.

Then, they took steady and firm steps, moving unswervingly towards the land where seeds had not yet been sown.

Every step you take feels like you are stepping on the drumbeat of hope; every meter forward carries full determination and beautiful visions of a good harvest in the future.

Although the road beneath their feet is bumpy, it will not stop them from moving forward.

Crystal clear beads of sweat kept sliding down their broad foreheads, but they had no time to wipe them off.

Finally arriving at the destination, these hardworking and brave young people raised the buckets in their hands high without hesitation and poured buckets of extremely precious river water down from the height.

In an instant, the water drew graceful arcs in the air, like silver ribbons, dancing lightly, and then fell lightly on the long-dry land.

Bucket after bucket, they tirelessly and tirelessly repeated this simple yet meaningful action.