Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

Tu Zhen stared at the whip in her hand as the ox cart swayed, her thoughts slowly drifting away. She saw everything Xie Xian did this morning.

It's hard to say what's wrong, but the more I think about it, the weirder it seems. From the beginning, Xie Xian seemed to not want to pay any attention to anything. Even if what Cai Qi said was unpleasant, Xie Xian would still drink tea with an attitude of nonchalance.

When did things start to turn around, Tu Zhen wondered silently.

Looking back at Xie Miao, who was sitting in the carriage at the back and holding Xiao Li'er, with a happy and satisfied look on his face, Tu Zhen's expression softened a little. She still had some thoughts in mind.

Tu Zhen let out a breath unconsciously, and felt relieved that this unpredictable woman finally showed her good side. In other people's eyes, Xie Xian was arrogant and self-contained, but in her eyes, Xie Xian did not even care about her own life. She was like a passer-by in the world, like a demon or a ghost.

And Xie Xian knew that he was always watching her, but she didn't care.

She silently thought about her first meeting with Xie Xian.

The little girl fell motionless in front of the grave, and after a few breaths she struggled to stand up again.

His face was like that of an evil ghost, his limbs were stiff, and he was saying creepy things, like "You all should stay together as a family, and you should be reborn in a good place next time." He was also muttering that this body was too weak and he could only make do with what he had.

She was so frightened that her breathing technique was almost broken. Her head was filled with the words "resurrection" from the forbidden book given by her master. In the end, she was discovered by Xie Xian due to excessive blood loss. When Xie Xian looked at her, she thought she was going to be silenced, but unexpectedly, she smiled.

In the clan land by the roadside, the villagers were working under the scorching sun, but their faces were full of joy. Xie Xian opened the curtain and looked over. It seemed that someone was turning over a pile of manure in the distance, and the farmers were all staying away from it.

Gou Wa stood at the edge of the field, pinching his nose, and said with disdain, "Niu Er, do you think this pickled food is really useful? Won't it make the crops stink?" A dark-faced young man next to the drying yard covered his head and turned over the pile of materials, "Stop talking, it won't stink if you finish it in one go."

Two men were turning over the manure pile with a rake. A group of chickens were staring at it eagerly, and they rushed over when they saw the wriggling strips.

"Hey, you're right, it seems that it is not as smelly as the first time. I don't know if it is useful, but the chicken is really fat." The young man stared at the group of hens and smacked his lips. The chickens in his home are now half-grown, and he has to wait for another half a month before he can eat them.

The dark-faced man paused and said, "Two eggs in three days." He said it briefly, and Gou Wa exclaimed in response, "Really, the chickens really laid more eggs after eating this." You know, in summer, chickens have to look for food outside, and now food is precious, except for some cut grass and bran. No one is willing to feed the chickens more food.

In the past half month, I have seen the chickens always circling around the manure pile, and I don't know what they are digging for. When they turned over the manure pile for the second time, they found that the chickens liked to eat the maggots in it.

The cow dung smells very strong, so the clan sent someone to say once, leaving a thin page of paper with the instructions for making a compost pile and then left, telling each village to make a compost pile. They didn't force them, only saying that it would be beneficial to the harvest. Originally, their village was too lazy to do it, but Old She said that this method came from Xiyan.

The tribesmen suppressed their doubts and worked hard. Erniu quickened his movements as he thought about the news his younger brother had sent from Black Stone Guard. "Hey, our two families have the largest piles in the village. They should be ready to use in a month. It's just in time for the fields half a month before the harvest. I don't know if we can make it in time."

"The one behind my house doesn't stink anymore." Erniu wiped his sweat, looked at Zhuzi who kept chattering, and finally replied out of courtesy. He didn't forget. He turned over the black fertile soil in his own manure pile and made the old man laugh for a long time. He said that a handful of this fertile soil could produce oil, which was almost the same as the fertile soil in the south. He immediately applied it to the vegetable garden.

Now when I have nothing to do every day, I just squat on the ground and smoke my pipe.

Xie Xian lowered the curtain, leaned against the car wall and thought for a while, and finally saw some compost. Although the smell was a bit overbearing, it was not unbearable, so she went to take a look immediately.

The ox cart stopped, Xie Xian started walking away, followed closely by Qingdai. When they reached the edge of the field, the two young men were halfway through their work when they noticed someone approaching and looked up, and saw two young ladies from noble families standing at the edge of the field.

Qingdai covered her nose and said, "Why is there such a strong smell?" Xie Xian picked up a stick and scratched it.

"Lady, please don't come any closer. We can't stand the smell." Gou Wa kindly reminded.

"Madam, let's go. We've seen everything." Qingdai took two steps away.

Xie Xian stood behind Niu Er, looking at the pile of manure he had turned over. The yellow grass and dust in it seemed a bit choking. She said softly, "It's lacking a little water."

Niu Er originally didn't want to pay attention to these young ladies, but inexplicably, he didn't turn around after hearing this. Aye said that nobles are nosy, so he just lowered his head and said nothing.

He stepped aside with his rake.

Er Gouzi laughed and said, "This compost is also a blessing from the tribe. It just smells a bit strong. It is said that it can help crops grow well." As he said this, he kept glancing towards Qingdai.

Niu Er kicked him and the two of them stepped aside. Xie Xian seemed not to have heard: "The humidity is not enough." After saying that, she turned and left. In fact, she had thought of it a long time ago that in the primitive agricultural civilization, few people would try to promote new things before seeing the results. But composting was fine. As long as it was well made, it could always be used after a year or so. The technical content had reached the limit, so she was not in a hurry.

After the two men left, Niu Er put down his rake and walked towards the village. Er Gou was stunned: "What's going on? They come and go for no apparent reason."

Niu Er didn't say anything, but thought of the word "lack of water" that the girl had just mentioned. My brother's family letter said that this composting method was invented by the second wife. So now I should bring two buckets of water to the compost pile, and then go to the old man to look at the composting method again in the evening.

The road ahead became smoother and smoother, and it looked like it was regularly maintained.

Xie Xian sighed. Her own ox cart was inconspicuous, so there was no need for a detour sign. With Qingdai, she could travel smoothly along the way. It was just that the strange-looking carriage caught people's attention.

Tu Zhen lowered the brim of his hat. Several groups of people passed by and just stared at him without making any move. It seemed that the people in the village had no ill intentions.

Xie Xian leaned against the cushion and felt like school was about to start. She felt so uncomfortable that she wished she didn't get sick or something so that she could delay it for a few more days.

This is what Xie Xian thought, as she had dragged out a five-day journey into ten days.

Qingdai was very happy. This time, she could use her qualifications for the overseas assignment. She informed her father and prepared to transfer to work under the female monarch. She really felt that following the female monarch was much more interesting.

The carriage stopped at the main gate, and after a while a man squeezed out from the side gate and asked her to go through that side. Qingdai hesitated for a moment. Traditionally, women in the family rarely went through the main gate except when they got married, but the status of a female ruler was special, and she didn't know what the rules of the clan were.

Tu Zhen only knew that big families had many rules, and Xie Xian didn't quite understand these rules.

Before Qingdai could say a few words, an old maid came out to greet her: "Is the second house's lady back?" She had a kind face, wearing a black vest with a Ruyi embroidered on the collar. She looked up at the ox cart and saw that Xie Xian had no intention of getting off, so she paused.

"The second daughter of the clan has returned home. I wonder what the rules are in the clan." Qingdai asked tentatively. The main gate was under the jurisdiction of the Cultivation Court of the clan, so she didn't know much about it.

"Hey~ I received the news a long time ago that the lady is coming back. This makes the mistress wait in vain. Please get out of the car quickly." As she said this, she quickly walked down the steps and was about to lift the curtain.

Xie Xian got out of the car before she got close. From what the old servant said, it seemed that only the female relatives would receive her. Hehe, it seemed that there would be more trouble in the days ahead.

"Please lead the way, Madam." Xie Xian walked in small steps. A servant came over to lead the cow. Xie Xian turned around and paused, "Zhenzhen, go buy me a basket of buns." Tu Zhen raised her hand and touched the brim of her hat. She nodded and said nothing, then drove away.

The servant waiting to lead the cow next to him: ....

Do I need to ride a ox cart to buy buns?

Xie Xianwei's hat covered half of her face, and one could only see the corners of her rosy lips slightly pursed. It seemed that his wife, who had just returned home, must be very scared.

Nanny Zong walked in front. After entering the door, Xie Xian chuckled and turned around to look at the bronze door that closed in less than two breaths. Her body was only big enough to open a crack.

After entering the sect, Qingdai said nothing, walked quickly with her head down and a sullen look on her face. The screen wall, which was more than ten meters wide, completely shielded the courtyard. The servants who were passing by on the road paved with blue-gray stones were unable to breathe, which added a bit of solemnity to the courtyard.

Xie Xian looked up at the pine and bamboo trees in the yard that were so big that it took several people to hug them, and she admired in her heart that it was indeed a sacred place for retirement.

They walked for almost an incense stick of time, and Qingdai stopped after passing the outer courtyard. Xie Xian watched the road gradually turn to one side, and she knew that this was a small path specially for female members of the family.

She followed slowly, feeling like she was strolling in a courtyard. Nanny Zong straightened her back and slowed down, thinking that since it was the first time for the girl to come here, she should see the wealth of the Xie family.

Seeing that the guide was tactful, Xie Xian looked around and did not feel embarrassed.

Nanny Zong was unsure and said that the young lady had never seen a yard before, but the expression on her face was indeed quite curious, but it was not too surprising.

Then, turning around, Xie Xian looked at a pile of lumps of material that looked like melted glass next to the rockery with a constipated expression on her face. The surface was yellow and red, and if it weren't for the shiny luster, Xie Xian would have thought it was a pile of indescribable material.

When Aunt Zong saw Xie Xian looking at it carefully, the crow's feet on her face relaxed a little: "This large piece of glazed mountain stone was purchased by the Seventh Master from the Western Regions and presented to the Master of the Zong on his birthday." The reason why this mountain stone can be placed here is because there are always people who want to borrow it to see the treasure. Several uncles were unable to compete for it, so the old man waved his hand and put it here.

The corners of Xie Xian's mouth twitched, and looking at Nanny Zong's expression waiting for praise, she squeezed out two words: "Very good!"