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

Can’t grow food?

If you can’t grow crops on one piece of land, can you not grow crops on tens of thousands of lands?

Even if it is a barren land (saline-alkali land) with no grass growing, as long as there is enough time, it can be turned into fertile farmland in the hands of Jiang An!

Tuanzi Cricket Pupa tried to sit upright in her father's arms, her round eyes were clear and bright, and she said seriously,

"Then can the governor hand over these wastelands to me?"

"I'll do the farming, and if it grows food, we'll share the profits!"

It's impossible not to, don't even think about it, hum~

"this…"

Although these wastelands belonged to the government office, they could be given to the three-year-old Tuanzi to cultivate. Wen Shoushi had never heard of this in his life.

But these dumplings were the ones they mentioned were grown with winter wheat seedlings.

Wen Shoushi subconsciously looked at the prince.

Jiang Jichen peeled the half chestnut that Tuanzi had stuffed into his mouth and stuffed it into his daughter's mouth. The little Tuanzi's eyes lit up and she ate it in one gulp.

Wen Shoushi: Your Majesty, please pay some attention to me!

Hu Yan, who was standing beside him, came close to him and whispered, "Don't worry, Governor. The young lady is not a child who would mess around."

"Besides, the wasteland is already wasteland. Whether it is planted or not, it will not cause much loss to the government office..."

"If food can really grow, it will be a hundred benefits with no harm, right?"

Finally, he patted the governor's shoulder with his folding fan, his eyes meaningful, "Everything is thanks to the prince."

Wen Shoushi was persuaded successfully: "I will go to the government office tomorrow to get the documents and temporarily hand over this wasteland to the young lady!"

Hu Yan, who had retired successfully, waved his folding fan and sat back in his seat with a sweet smile on his face.

I didn't feel scared when I argued with a group of scholars. It was just to trick a provincial governor.

……

In front of the governor's mansion, Jiang Jichen left without letting go of his daughter. Jiang An, who was hugging his daughter's neck, smiled with his eyes narrowed, like a sated kitten, and waved happily to Wen Shoushi.

"See you next time, Governor~"

Under the warm winter sun, the dimples on the pretty girl's face are faintly visible, and her round eyes are as bright as stars in the light.

Wen Shoushi bowed and silently said in his heart: See you next time,

Now, he really hopes that the winter wheat seedlings are really the work of this three-year-old dumpling...

After seeing off the prince, the old governor returned to his mansion and told his servants to prepare his official uniform. He was going to go back to the government office to handle official business.

From today on, Wen Shoushi will personally take care of the winter wheat seedlings matter!

The air in the carriage was dry due to the hot charcoal, so Jiang Jichen opened one side of the window a little and put a cloak on his daughter.

Seeing Tuanzi's happy face, he poked her dimples with his fingers, "Ah An really wants to cultivate the wasteland?"

I don't know why this little guy is so interested in farming...

Could it be that I was a rabbit in my previous life and was born to love turning the soil?

Jiang An howled and bit her father's hand, but missed.

"yes,"

She puffed out her chest and said with determination, "I can definitely grow it!"

The old father stroked the chicks on her head, his eyes full of doting on his daughter, "Yes, Ah An will definitely be able to grow it."

"Whatever you want to do, just do it. There are enough people in the palace. I will give the order when I return home and have them follow A'an's orders!"

Here, is the world he has created for Jiang An...

Tuanzi blinked her eyes, put her two fat hands on her face, and twisted her butt to get closer to her father.

Her dad is so nice!

but…

Outside the small window, a refugee happened to be running over. He was stuffing the stolen big white steamed bun into his mouth as he ran, eating it ravenously.

The shop owner behind him who was robbed cursed but did not chase after him.

Jiang An pointed at the refugee and looked at her father, "Don't use the people in the mansion, use them!"

"Refugee?"

Tuanzi nodded, "Yes, this way they work, and An An provides them with food and money!"

Little Tuanzi counted on his fingers, with a vision of the future in his eyes, "This way, if they save up a little, they can buy land, house papers, and wives from the governor... um..."

Tuanzi, whose mouth was covered by his old father, was at a loss.

Jiang Jichen closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes twitched, "An, my wife is not bought!"

Hearing this, Jiang An's eyes widened. When her father lowered his hand to cover his mouth, she said in disbelief, "Not spending money? They want to get something for nothing?"

Jiang Jichen hesitated to speak, and finally, under Jiang An's eager eyes, he picked up the book and refused to answer.

How would he say it?

Do you need to talk to a three-year-old about the three books and six ceremonies, the four betrothal gifts and five golds, the eight-man sedan chair, and the ten-mile red wedding dress?

However, his daughter did provide a good solution to the problem of refugees...

The sound of "dong dong dong..." came into the carriage, attracting the attention of the father and daughter.

A carriage passed by the government office. A man in coarse linen clothes was beating a drum to protest his injustice. There was dried blood on his body. He was bare-chested in the winter, and his body was covered with purple scars.

The carriage was not moving fast in the downtown area, but the man disappeared through the small window of the carriage.

Jiang An quickly put the matter behind him.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the palace. Meng Bu-ren had already ridden back to the barracks halfway.

When Jiang Jichen got off the car, he found that Steward Sun was standing in front of the mansion gate, with a servant behind him holding a quilt.

Apparently, Steward Sun didn't stand at the gate to welcome his master on purpose...

"Butler Sun~"

Hey, hey, hey, Tuanzi got off the carriage and seemed to be in high spirits, running up the stairs with his legs clacking.

But Jiang Jichen grabbed the back of fate's collar with two fingers,

Jiang An kicked twice on the spot, puffed up his cheeks, clasped his hands across his chest, and was angry!

"Master, young master..."

Jiang Jichen nodded and asked, "What's the matter?"

He was talking about the quilt in the servant's hand...

Steward Sun pointed to the beggar who was hiding in front of the palace's red wall and explained the reason to his master. "That beggar has been hiding in front of the palace gate since the day the master gave him money."

"I tried to drive him away several times, but he refused to leave..."

"The palace is too far from the porridge shop, and the master is almost dying after a few days of tossing and turning."

"I just wanted to give them quilts and carry them to the clinic for treatment."

We can’t let these two, one big and one small, die in front of the palace!

Jiang An also turned his head to look, but he was too dirty, his hair blocked his face and his expression was not visible, and the child in his arms was hidden tightly.

Her father took her hand and the tall prince squatted in front of his daughter, looking at her with a pair of dark eyes, "Ah An, do you want to have a playmate in the mansion?"

Jiang Jichen's intention was to take them in...

Tuanzi was not happy, but asked: "Did An cause trouble for Dad?"

Taking in a refugee, what happens next?

Besides, what is the identity of the refugees?

The cold-faced prince softened his expression and quickly picked up Tuanzi. "No,"

"An is very smart and never causes trouble for Dad."

The comforted girl swayed her feet, dimples reappeared on her face, and she burrowed into her father's arms and refused to come out.

Jiang Jichen placed his big hand on his daughter's back and told Butler Sun,

"Bring the man into the palace, place him in the guardhouse, and have the palace doctor treat him."

"If you can answer, ask where the refugees are from and find out their identities."

Butler Sun: "Yes, Master."