The vegetable greenhouses at the hot spring villa are built with great care.

It's a tilted triangle.

The north wall is made of loess, and the south wall is installed with slanted paper windows to let in daylight.

The space near the paper window in the room is used to grow plants, and hot spring water is drawn in from behind.

As soon as I entered the house, I felt stuffy and humid.

Li Jinglan, however, was very interested and walked around the room several times.

Then he started asking questions, "I heard you say that other villages also have vegetable sheds like this. If there is no hot spring water, how do you keep the temperature?"

The village head's wife didn't expect that the top scholar's wife not only didn't like planting flowers or plants, but actually liked farming.

I found it a little funny at first.

But after Li Jinglan affectionately called her "sister" several times, the village head daughter-in-law told her everything she knew.

"In places where there is no hot spring water, we need to light a fire in the house." The village head's wife asked Li Jinglan to check out the stove, kang, and chimney.

Then he pulled apart a plant for Li Jinglan to see, "There is horse manure buried under each ridge, and horse manure can easily generate heat."

Li Jinglan was reminded of Wang Zhen’s “Book of Agriculture” from the Yuan Dynasty.

"In the old ridges, horse manure is used to cover the sunny areas in winter, and kudzu and millet fences are built along the ridges to block the north wind. In spring, the buds emerge early."

I also remembered that the Han Dynasty's "Book of Han" recorded that during the reign of Emperor Yuan of Han, vegetables were grown in the Imperial Garden of Shanglin Garden: "Onions, leeks, and radishes were planted in winter, covered with roofs, and fires were burned day and night to wait for the warm air to grow."

The wisdom of the working people is amazing.

Li Jinglan expressed her admiration.

"Your vegetable sheds are really nice." Li Jinglan praised from the bottom of her heart.

Very good indeed.

Except for the lack of film, it was no different from the vegetable greenhouse she had before she traveled through time.

The village head wife listened to the compliment, but her face showed a hint of resentment: "It will be demolished soon."

"Tear it down? Why should it be teared down?" Li Jinglan was a little confused.

Why should such a good vegetable greenhouse be demolished?

"The owner came over a while ago and said that these vegetable sheds were too ugly and unsightly. He said he wanted to tear them down and build a garden, dig a pond, and raise some cranes."

Damn rich people!

Li Jinglan hates the rich.

When he returned to the guest house and talked to Lu Bozhou about it, he was still a little indignant.

"The vegetable sheds are demolished just like that. If these vegetable sheds were built in our Xishui Village, how many people could we feed?"

Li Jinglan counted on her fingers: "In winter, chives can be sold for thirty coins per pound, spinach can be sold for thirty-eight coins per pound, and thousand-gold vegetables can be sold for a thousand coins, one pound can be sold for one string of money."

Spinach is called spinach, and lettuce is called lettuce.

"And mushrooms, which can all be sold for a good price."

Li Jinglan's complaints were mixed with the chirping of summer cicadas, and the branches and leaves outside the house rustled in the wind.

Lu Bozhou leaned back in his chair, the corners of his lips raised.

On the day of the palace examination, the emperor suddenly asked him about farming.

Li Jinglan often talked to him about farming at home and also talked to him about various prices in the market.

He can answer quickly and correctly.

Even now, after preaching, the emperor would occasionally ask him a question or two about farming.

If it weren't for Li Jinglan, he really wouldn't be able to answer it.

Zhao Zhengyi's voice rang out from outside: "Mr. Wu You has invited a troupe from the capital and asked if you want to go and listen."

Lu Bozhou looked at Li Jinglan and asked, "Do you want to go?"

"Sure!" Li Jinglan had never listened to a play since her rebirth, so she became interested.

"We'll go in a minute." Lu Bozhou stood up and helped Li Jinglan pick out clothes.

Then he pushed Li Jinglan in front of the bronze mirror and said, "I'll help you comb your hair."

"Can you comb your hair?" Li Jinglan had just said this when she saw Lu Bozhou skillfully untied her hair and combed it with a comb.

His fingers were very dexterous, and the hair twirled deftly between his fingers.

It was quickly combed into a simple bun.

"Combing hair is not a difficult task. I used to comb my own hair. I can't do complicated ones, but I can still comb simple ones."

Lu Bozhou took out a small box from his sleeve like a magic trick.

She took out a pearl hairpin from it.

"A few days ago, His Majesty asked me about farming and said that I answered very well, so he rewarded me with a pearl as big as the belly of a finger."

"I thought, I've never given you anything before, so I asked the craftsmen from the Ministry of Works to make a hairpin for you."

Lu Bozhou gently inserted the pearl hairpin into Li Jinglan's hair.

Li Jinglan raised her head and looked at him in the bronze mirror.

He also looked at her in the bronze mirror.

The two people's eyes met in the bronze mirror.

The wind outside the window blows in slowly.

Blow to the corner of lips.

Blow to the tip of the heart.

……

When they arrived, the play in the theater had already begun.

Lu Zhongyu sat on the right side of Prince Jin.

The left side is empty, probably reserved for Lu Bozhou.

Xu Jinghuan sat in the back with an impatient look on his face, obviously not enjoying watching the show very much.

Prince Jin listened attentively, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.

Zhou Jin was also listening with great fascination.

The waterside pavilion is separated by a screen, which is where the women watch the show.

Zhou Tuanjin and the Wang sisters were sitting inside.

Lu Guanyu was short and sat in front of them.

Li Jinglan walked over and sat next to Zhou Tuanjin.

"Which part is this song about?"

Zhou Tuanjin handed her the script and said, "It's about splitting the mountain to save the mother."

At this moment, the actor on the stage sang with his sleeves rising and falling: "I only advise people to respect heaven and earth, and be filial to their parents. Repay the emperor, the land and the water, and don't neglect it..."

It turned out to be a play advising people to be filial, and Li Jinglan felt relieved.

Put the playbook down and listen quietly.

Just after listening to the opera for a while, the voice of the villa manager's wife came from behind the screen, "Someone outside the villa is handing over a film."

After hearing this, Li Jinglan asked Zhao Zhengyi's family to go out and ask what was going on.

After a while, Zhao Zhengyi's family came back and said, "There are guests outside. The guests heard that Zhou Tanhua is here and want to see Zhou Tanhua."

Zhao Zhengyi's family put the film in front of Li Jinglan.

When Zhou Tuanjin heard that someone wanted to see Zhou Jin, he immediately became nervous and clenched the handkerchief tightly with his fingers.

I finally went out to relax, how come he chased me out of the city again?

Seeing Zhou Tuanjin so nervous, Li Jinglan smiled and said, "How can we women understand such things as entertaining guests?"

Li Jinglan didn't even look at the name of the owner of the film: "Mr. Wu You is the oldest among us! I secretly thought that if I encountered any problems, I should ask the oldest elders, and they would always be able to find a solution."

"But I see that Mr. Wu You is fascinated by the play right now. You should give this film to Mr. Xu and ask him what to do."

Zhao Zhengyi glanced at Li Jinglan. Although he didn't understand why Li Jinglan insisted on giving the customer's film to Mr. Xu, he did as he was told.

Soon, Xu Jinghuan left the table.

After a while, he came back.

Talking to Li Jinglan through the screen: "That family got lost and has been persuaded to leave."

What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight?

Can I get here and find Zhou Jin if I get lost?

Li Jinglan didn't expose him at all, and smiled: "I see."

There was no sound outside the screen, Xu Jinghuan should have left.

Zhou Tuanjin, however, was in no mood to watch any further.

After sitting for a while, he stood up and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm going to the official room."

Li Jinglan asked the maids and servants to follow closely and continue watching the show.

Zhou Tuanjin walked slowly in the yard.

The hot spring villa is indeed very beautiful, with mountains, rocks and flowing water.

The green shade in the distance shades a corner of the eaves.

But she had no appreciation at all.

My mind is full of Zhou Jin.

June was almost over, and Zhou Jin still hadn't found an opportunity to meet the emperor.

Without the chance to meet the emperor, how can there be a chance to discuss marriage?

As Zhou Jin's younger sister, she knew very well how much pressure he was under.

Just as she was thinking about it, she saw Lu Ping and several students walking towards her.

Zhou Tuanjin gave way.

As soon as Lu Ping saw Zhou Tuanjin, he subconsciously thought of Sanliangerdiao.

The corner of his mouth twitched, "Hello, Miss Zhou."

Zhou Tuanjin didn't say anything, just bowed and continued walking forward.

Lu Ping also walked forward.

When Lu Ping arrived at the stage, the play was already halfway through.

This play lasted until dark.

The King of Jin finally stopped, still unsatisfied, and said, "Let's go take a bath!"

Taking a hot spring bath in a hot spring resort is not something that a dozen big pigs can do together.

Instead, each person has a single room.

Led by the servants, Lu Bozhou walked into the single room and saw two young girls, who were only partially visible in their veil, kneeling by the door.

"I will help the number one scholar to undress!"

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