Transmigrated into the prince's only daughter, and beat up the dignitaries in the capital with

After having a good meal and a good drink, Huo Lang walked away in a confused manner, mumbling something, going home to find his wife...

Meng couldn't bear it and rolled his eyes at him, saying angrily, "He's a henpecked man!"

"what!"

The drunken man swayed his body, his flushed face full of pride, "My wife is...hiccup...the best!"

"I...hiccup...just love my wife!"

"No one is like you, no one loves you..."

Seeing Meng Buren's face turning blue and black, the other people who were not drunk quickly covered Huo Lang's mouth and took him away.

Jiang Jichen, who was still sitting there, was holding a wine bowl, his thin lips stained with wine, shining in the firelight.

He covered the confused Jiang An's ears with one hand, pulled him to his side, and glanced at Huo Lang with his narrow eyes.

"Aan is still here, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"belch…"

Huo Lang burped and looked at the soft dumpling. He staggered towards her with tears in his eyes.

“Uh…Hmm…”

Meng Bu Ren held him down and said in a grim tone, "You've drunk too much..."

A group of people dragged the drunk man into an empty tent.

Jiang An, who was full, watched the whole thing with great interest while holding his empty bowl.

Beautiful, love watching it!

The girl was hit on the forehead and cried out, covering her head with her fat hands and looking at her father accusingly.

The latter withdrew his hand very confidently and stood up leisurely, "Let's go, I will take you to see the seedlings."

Don't think he doesn't know what Tuanzi is doing in her yard.

Several times, he ran into Zheng Yan, who was covered in dirt...

Meng couldn't bear to lead the way. After drinking, the handsome and gloomy lieutenant general's face turned red. His eyes fell on Tuanzi, treating him like a treasure.

"I was able to successfully cultivate the seedlings, thanks to the young lady's advice,"

If you cultivate the seedlings well in winter, you can plant them in the fields earlier in the spring of next year, which will extend the growth cycle of the grain, and it will definitely be a good year in the autumn harvest!

Walking into this greenhouse, the hot air blowing in makes you feel warm. The white window paper shines brightly under the sunlight. You can see seedlings growing everywhere in the greenhouse.

Although it is still a small plant, it has strong vitality...

These skillful engineers even thought of making rational use of the space in the greenhouse and made simple racks with rows of tender green seedlings.

Jiang An squatted beside Miao Miao and gently moved her hands.

Water drops fall from the tender green leaves.

She curved her eyebrows, and in her emerald long coat, she looked like an elf in the forest.

Meng Bu Ren closed the door and stood behind Jiang Ji Chen, sighing, "If these seedlings were in the hands of the people, how many families would not have to go hungry next winter..."

Looking at his own achievements, Meng Buren was really happy.

His family suffered misfortune when he was young, and he later became a refugee. If he had not joined the army with his brother by chance, I am afraid that even his body would not be found now.

Tuanzi looked around and suddenly thought of a problem. This method of raising seedlings in winter is good, but where can the people who can't even get enough food get the extra money to build such a greenhouse with ground dragons?

Thinking of this, she asked her father and Meng Buren behind her,

The three-year-old child raised his head, frowned his long eyebrows, and looked troubled by something, which made people feel sympathetic.

"Are you going to send these seedlings out in the name of the National Defense Army or Dad?"

Her sincere question reminded our prince,

As the commander-in-chief of the National Defense Army, he held a high position of power and commanded a large number of troops. He was a thorn in the hearts of those people in Kyoto.

The three states are not his fiefdom. If he makes this move public, it will inevitably arouse suspicion from those in power and make them doubt his loyalty.

Jiang Jichen was not afraid of these things. He had no loyalty to the one sitting on the throne. But if the court officials reported him and handed the emperor a knife to kill, it would take some effort...

Seeing that Jiang Jichen and Meng Buren were both thinking, Tuanzi tilted his head and said, "Teacher said that it is better to teach people how to fish than to give them fish!"

"We can exchange with the uncles,"

“They give them the seeds and processing fees, and we give them the seedlings!”

Jiang Jichen, who was enlightened, raised his eyebrows, and the old father looked at his own Tuanzi in surprise. Is this something a three-year-old child can say?

Meeting her father's surprised look, Tuanzi scratched her head and said, "Isn't it okay?"

"But we can get it from the uncle who fries glutinous rice flowers at the entrance of the school!"

Jiang Jichen: ...

This doesn't make sense...

Meng Bu Ren touched his nose and whispered to the coach: "What the young lady said... is not without reason..."

The old father picked up the dusty dumpling and tapped the little foodie's forehead, "I will take care of this matter. Just take good care of these seedlings."

Meng couldn't bear it: "Yes, coach!"

The dumpling in my arms raised his hands high, obviously having something to say.

“Do I get any dividends?”

Little Tuanzi stretched out his short arms and said, "Aunt Huo gets dividends for opening a restaurant, and An An also gets dividends for helping with ideas!"

Money comes, money comes, money comes from all directions!

The old father's eyes twitched, and he responded helplessly, "Yes, our Ah An also has dividends!"

Meng Bu Ren nodded, "Yes, give my share to the young lady as well!"

Give it all to her.

Jiang An shook his head, "I don't want to..."

Before Meng could bear the sadness, something even more heartbreaking happened.

Jiang An: "General Meng should keep his for his wife!"

Jiang Jichen: "Ahem...what An said makes sense!"

Meng Bu Ren: ...

At night, the old father and his daughter stayed in the main tent. Since the barracks were full of men, Jiang Jichen took care of everything about Tuanzi himself.

After the dumplings, which were full of mutton flavor, became fragrant again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

This is much more tiring than handling official duties!

Jiang An, who had been energetic all day, was now dazed. The chubby boy was groping for something on the bed.

He was still muttering, "Fox... um... where is my bed-warming fox..."

Jiang Jichen, who was standing beside the bed, covered his face. What had he learned?

It seems that he needs to ask for advice on how to raise dumplings when he has time. Don’t raise dumplings in the wrong way!

The next day, before Jiang Jichen brought Tuanzi back home, someone came to the mansion.

Guan Yan led Zheng Lu into the main tent.

It turned out that the painter sent by the Queen Mother of Kyoto to deliver New Year gifts and portraits to the prince had arrived...

"The ones who came are the eunuchs around the Queen Mother, and..."

"The nanny beside the Concubine Dowager has also brought people here."

Jiang An: Oh my, it’s a Shura field!

Jiang Jichen, who was sitting at the main seat, put down the official document, his face remained stern, and no emotion could be seen.

"In that case, please prepare the carriage and follow me back to the palace."

(Note: Glutinous rice flower, the predecessor of popcorn, originated in the Song Dynasty and is also called Aohe.)