At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

The autumn breeze brings a good night's sleep.

It wasn't until he woke up the next morning that Xie Yuheng learned that his family had traveled thousands of miles and arrived in Beijing last night.

Afraid of disturbing her rest, she entered the Jiangling Marquis Mansion in the middle of the night, but no one informed her.

The young man was wearing only a middle coat and sitting upright on the bed.

Her long hair was spread casually around her head, and there was still some residual sleepiness on her face.

Meng Wanning felt distressed and amused at the same time.

"I don't know what kind of lazy cat he was, but he was clamoring a few years ago to gain qualifications by entering the Imperial Academy as soon as possible."

"yes, Sir!"

A large black pot flew out of the tent, crossed the screen, and hit Xie Mingli, who was drinking tea with Xie Tingjiang in the main hall.

It is said that a girl avoids her father, and her elder brother is one of them.

Listening to his sister's naughty words, Xie Mingli was not annoyed at all, and there was a hint of smile between his brows.

In his opinion, the innocent and carefree life that his younger brother and younger sister should have was all due to his incompetence as an elder brother...

While thinking, Rong Shi came quickly, entered the house, and greeted them both.

He rushed to the screen and raised his hands, reporting: "Master, a message came from the palace, saying that the master is given half a month's leave so that he can spend time with his family."

"Otherwise, if you feel unwell, you can always ask for a long leave from the Ministry of Civil Affairs."

This holiday was originally made after Xie Yuheng fell ill on the Mid-Autumn Festival night.

However, Xie Yuheng felt that his health was not serious and he still went to the Hanlin Academy every day for normal duty.

Listening to Rong Shi's footsteps disappearing, Meng Wanning sighed softly, her eyes full of love.

"In the past, wasn't my body and bones in great shape? Why did I eat something cold and..."

The letter Xie Mingli sent back to Jiangling did not specify the specific situation.

It was only after she arrived in Beijing in the middle of the night that she understood the details.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Xie Yuheng suddenly tightened his grip on the quilt.

His breathing also became heavier, and bits of sadness overflowed from his eyes.

Memories of past lives that had been sealed for a long time surged forward like a flood that had opened.

When she had her first period, her biological mother scolded her for a long time with slut-shaming words...

At that time, Shang was still ignorant about menstruation. She didn't understand how it could be associated with shamelessness when she was bleeding so much and in so much pain.

From then on, whenever he was in a bad mood, he would be humiliated and beaten from time to time...

Seeing that Xie Yuheng was silent for a long time, the ends of his eyes turned red.

Meng Wanning regretted for a moment, hugged her into her arms distressedly, and choked with sobs:

"Okay, okay, our Hengheng likes to eat ice. That's their blessing."

"Mom, if you don't ask, it's okay. If you don't ask, it's..."

Hearing that something was wrong inside, Xie Tingjiang and Xie Mingli looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and walked inside.

Xie Mingli only walked to the screen and then stopped.

Seeing the unresolved pain in his sister's eyes, Xie Mingli also took a breath, recalling Yu Heng's drunken remarks.

Could it be...

It's just that the hourglass on the small table is almost at the end of Yin hour.

Without waiting for him to think about it, he could only say hello to Xie Tingjiang and go to the Hanlin Academy for duty.

Xie Mingli left in a very embarrassed manner, not at all the elegant and gentle gentleman he used to be.

But Meng Wanning and Xie Tingjiang are not stupid parents.

Although I don’t know Xie Yuheng’s drunken remarks, I can probably feel some of them after getting along with him for many years.

The couple's hearts are like knives, and their souls are cut like swords.

People outside say that their Yu Heng is a very smart child prodigy.

But they clearly feel that there is no more stupid child than Yu Heng in the world...

As if feeling the sadness of the little master, Fugui also pulled beside the bed, and Fugui kept rubbing Xie Yuheng's hand.

After a long while, Xie Yuheng struggled out of his memories.

Feeling Meng Wanning's slightly trembling body, Xie Yuheng reached out and hugged her back.

He rested his chin on Meng Wanning's shoulder and looked at Xie Tingjiang with red eyes.

"Yu Heng wants to write two books and give them to the students of Xie's Academy."

"One is about women's bodies, the other is about men..."

Teach girls how to correctly understand physiological matters. As for the men, it is purely a passing thing to deceive others.

"Our little Yuheng can write poems and articles, and now he is going to publish a book!"

"Let me show you, my father, who has such a great baby bump!"

Xie Tingjiang stretched out his arms and hugged the mother and daughter. The whole room was full of love for a moment, and the autumn sun was better than the spring morning.

By the time Xie Yuheng finished writing the two books, it was already two days later.

The fog was thick and the autumn morning was moist. The carriage of Jiangling Marquis Mansion left the city facing the rising sun and headed straight for Peijiazhuangzi.

Ten miles west, ripe rice smells fragrant, hibiscus trees fall on the fence and bamboo silk grows, and mountain fruits hang green and yellow.

Around the autumnal equinox, it is the busy farming season, and every household is rushing to harvest and plant.

Walking on the field ridges, the nose is filled with the fragrance of earth.

The manor steward's face was full of joy, "We will follow the Marquis's instructions to select the best seeds and cultivate the seedlings and plant them."

"The early crop of rice harvested in the middle of the year has been beaten and dried. When someone weighed it, the yield per mu was actually nearly 600 kilograms!"

The fields on this village are not very fertile. It can also produce nearly 600 kilograms per mu, which is considered very productive!

Xie Yuheng nodded slightly and glanced at the fat bird sitting on the head of the rich dog.

This guy is not completely useless. He is quite promising when it comes to sowing chickens.

Seeing Xie Yuheng's eyes falling on him, Suzaku raised his short neck proudly.

Hum, the bird is at its best, one is worth two!

Just as he was feeling proud, Fugui discovered a sneaky rat. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran away to chase after him.

But Suzaku, who was suffering and unprepared, was so happy that he fell into the field, headfirst.

Xie Yuheng: "..."

This bird really can’t help but praise...

It was almost noon when I brought a sack of rice from Zhuangzi back to the city.

Stepping on the market opening drum, I went to the West Market and bought a lot of wool.

Since trading with many tribes in the Western Regions, there is no shortage of various livestock products.

Because I bought a lot, the merchant even delivered the goods to my door. When I returned home, I saw a fast horse on the road and went straight into the imperial city.

Xie Yuheng paused for a moment, thinking that something important might have happened again.

But today I am not allowed to take a bath, and I can only know the details until the big court meeting tomorrow.

"You said this thing is one piece and can be sewn into clothes. I understand."

"This! A pile of loose hair! Can it be made into clothes??"

Mei Xingyun spread his legs and looked at Xie Yuheng in a strange posture as he directed people to wash and dry the wool.

This leg is getting more and more painful! Every day I wake up and it hurts more than the day before!

He really admired Aunt Meng for not even frowning. He is truly a ruthless person and a hero among women!

Xie Yuheng asked: "Lotus silk can be used to make clothes, why not wool?"

"Furthermore, it can be woven into lichen and can also be woven into human clothing."

It's just that the people from the Western Regions didn't want to reveal the method of spinning wool into thread, and she couldn't find any relevant books in space.

Mei Xingyun moved his sore legs, it seemed like this was the case?