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

Jiang An was wearing a green suit, with a round face surrounded by a white fluffy rabbit fur collar, a red nose, and a pair of round eyes that sparkled.

She closed her eyes and sniffed the cold air.

One sip will refresh your mind, two sips will never make you tired!

The governor spread the geomancy map on the table. Tuanzi stepped on a stool and pressed his two fat paws on the paper.

The clerk who came over with the ruler looked at the ruler in his hand, then looked at the fat hand of the young lady, and felt that he was a little redundant...

The geomancy map is very carefully drawn, with dimensions and other records marked on the side.

Wen Shoushi pointed to the geomancy map and made a circle. "The fields here are still being cultivated by farmers. This piece of land belongs to a wealthy family in the city..."

Tuanzi tilted his head and pointed at the remaining large tracts of land with his little hand, "Are there no people planting these?"

The governor nodded, his voice hoarse, "Some of these wastelands were abandoned even before I took office..."

"Although there is no barren land (salt-alkali land), the grain harvest is very small, so no one cultivates it anymore..."

Seeing that he was in low spirits, Jiang An relied on himself to stand on the stool and slapped the governor's official robes. His round face was full of confidence, "It doesn't matter, just look at An An!"

She took off the cloth bag hanging around her waist and took out a charcoal pencil from it. With the help of her father, the whole dumpling was successfully put on the table.

She was lying on the table writing and drawing, and even Hu Yan, who was enjoying the view, came over to join in the fun.

Chongzhou's terrain is suitable for growing both rice and wheat. The areas near water are suitable for rice, and wheat will grow well in dry areas if canals are dug for irrigation.

Besides, these fields have been abandoned for a long time, so there is no need to worry about the nutrients in the soil!

As Tuanzi muttered to himself, the feng shui map was gradually covered with traces of charcoal.

As Jiang Jichen and the others looked at the drawings and listened to her mutterings, their thoughts gradually became clearer.

When the shed was built and there was a place to shelter from the wind, the personal soldiers of the palace took one leg of the table each and lifted the table including the dumplings on it to another place.

"Okay!"

Jiang An sat down on the table, scratching his fair face with his dirty paws holding a pen, leaving black paw marks.

The old father quickly reached out to stop her from painting and wiped her dirty fat hands with a towel.

Hu Yan and the governor looked at the geomancy map and used their fans to touch one of the traces of water source on the map. "Is this a canal?"

Tuanzi looked at it and said seriously, "Yes!"

Hu Yan frowned. Are these two bars the canals?

She gestured with her hands, "An An, look at this map. It says this well field was originally used to grow rice. Although it has good sunlight, it is not a low-lying area, and there is no water source nearby. It is not suitable for growing rice at all!"

Tuanzi pointed to that spot and said, "Look, the terrain here is high, the soil can't hold water, it's more suitable for growing sorghum!"

"As long as we dig a canal to bring water from a distant source here, sorghum will surely grow well!"

"Under this well field, here... the water flowing down from above all gathers here, and this place is suitable for growing wheat..."

Hu Yan didn't know much about farming, but fortunately, Tuanzi spoke in plain language, occasionally with some childish metaphors.

He gradually began to believe what the four-year-old boy said.

The governor looked at the canals drawn on the geomancy map with shaking hands. Although the drawings were blurry (ugly), he had been worried about these wastelands for many years, so he could see the truth behind them at a glance.

Perhaps those winter wheat seedlings really came from the hands of this four-year-old child, and perhaps these barren fields can really grow crops again!

The more he thought about it, the hotter his eyes became. He splashed transparent water onto the blueprint. Wen Shoushi quickly called for a clerk to make a copy.

Hu Yan took the blueprint from him, patted the old man on the shoulder with one hand, and said seriously, "I'll draw a new one and make a copy..."

Even if these few people understood the painting by Tuanzi, the craftsmen who dig canals in the future would cry when they saw it...

Wen Shoushi wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and looked at Jiang An as if he was looking at some great treasure, the kind that he wished he could bring back to the government office and put on display!

"cough…"

Jiang Jichen coughed lightly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Wen Shoushi.

A certain prince (rolling up his sleeves): What, you want to rob?

Tuanzi Bentuan, who was completely unaware, got off the table with the help of his old father and ran towards Hu Yan.

"You have to draw it quickly, An An still needs this blueprint!"

Hu Yan tapped Tuanzi's head and stretched out the ending syllable, "Got it!"

A little boy and an old fox were studying what the various bars on the blueprint meant.

I copied the drawing halfway.

“…Forgot?”

Hu Yan pointed at a horizontal bar and couldn't believe it.

The fat ball with long and thin eyebrows twisted together put its paw on the old fox's mouth and said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Hey, don't talk yet!"

Can you blame her? Her brain capacity is only that of a four-year-old. Four years old!

Isn’t it normal to forget?

Besides, how could this old fox remember what he wrote when he was four years old?

(The author whispered: You are being a little unreasonable!)

"Ah, An An remembered..."

“This should be a floodgate!”

Tuanzi got excited and gestured with his hands, trying to let Hu Yan see clearly what it was.

"It's... it's like that. If you open the gate on this side, the water will flow this way; if you open the other side, it will flow to the other side... Do you understand?"

The latter held the pen on his chin, raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, and said in a very casual manner, "I am not a craftsman, but I can write it roughly..."

Whether it can be built or not, that depends on Meng Bu Ren and the others~

About a cup of tea later, when Jiang Jichen tried to let go of Tuanzi for the third time,

The geomancy map was finally copied.

After Hu Yan's hand, it finally looks like a drawing that humans can understand~

Jiang An rolled up the original geomancy map and fastened it to his body with a small rope.

Tuanzi jumped out of the shed, "Rough hair!!"

That's right,

After drawing the blueprint, we have to conduct on-site surveys and then modify the blueprints. At the same time, we can also get the most intuitive understanding of the status of each well field!

Before she could run far, she was held down by her father.

Eh?

Jiang Jichen had a helpless smile on his lips and wrapped Tuanzi tightly with his cloak, "Let's ride over there!"

If she walks, her short legs will be broken!

Jiang An looked at the impatient horse and pouted, "Okay~"

"Don't forget to ask Zhengyan to bring the pot of soil!"

At first Jiang An was enjoying it. He relied on Jiang Jichen's protection and opened his hands to try to catch the wind that slipped through his fingers.

After getting off the horse, she would dig the soil in the well field with her butt sticking up. Occasionally, when she saw unmelted snow, she would dive right into it.

He is simply a naughty kid having fun!

By the end, the hair on Jiang An's head had all drooped after all the fun.

From sticking her butt up to dig the dirt, she turned into holding her face with both hands and watching Zhengyan dig the dirt, and then secretly made a snowball and threw it at her father~