After rebirth, the scumbag prince only wants to pamper his wife every day

Shen Guichi's heart sank.

She turned her eyes away, but happened to meet He Qingchen's eyes.

Looking at He Qingchen's innocent face, she couldn't help but feel angry. He Qingchen shrank his neck and could clearly feel Shen Guidi's dissatisfaction with him.

But, why is Ah Yi angry?

My king...

Didn't do anything?

"What has your Highness been busy with these years?" Shen Guidi asked coldly in front of everyone.

He Qingchen was confused: "?"

Okay, why are you asking this?

Shen Guiyi asked sarcastically, "How did the prince do it? It's obviously his own farm, but he's so busy that he doesn't even have time to look at the account book?"

He Qingchen glanced at the account book and had some vague guesses in his mind.

"The account book can be understood at a glance. If Your Majesty had spent some time, he would not have caused the several manors under your name to be so busy. I just wonder if this manor or all the manors have the same problem?"

The more Shen Guidi spoke, the angrier he became.

He Qingchen: "..."

He realized belatedly what Shen Guidi was angry about.

Maybe she was angry that he handed over all the affairs of the village to Wang Huan and ignored them completely, so that all the people in front of him were oppressed into the current state?

"Ah's Wife, tell me what's wrong with the account book, and we'll check them one by one."

He Qingchen's words shattered all of Cao Quan's hopes.

He has always been confident that his accounts are in good shape.

Wang Huan never mentioned anything.

Who would have thought that the Princess of Yan could see through it at a glance?

Shen Guiyi glanced at him coldly, and then said, "With 50 hectares of land, one season of rice and one season of wheat, there is not much surplus food at the end of the year, except for the part supplied to the palace and the Gu family. With 20 hectares of orchards, except for the part supplied to the palace and the Gu family in the season, there is not much money to sell... If you tell others, I'm afraid everyone will laugh at you."

He Qingchen looked confused: "?"

He really hadn't thought about this.

One season of rice and one season of wheat, in addition to supplying the palace and the Gu family, the rest should be the seeds reserved for the farm and some grain.

The tenants rented out their land, and the Prince of Yan's Mansion only collected 30% of the rent.

Thirty percent of the people grow grain, and another 30 percent grow vegetables. Only those who grow fruit are special. The people's profit time is short, so the palace only collects 20% of the rent.

During years of famine, the Prince of Yan's Palace made adjustments and reductions on this basis.

Change 30% to 20%.

Change the 20% rate to 10%.

But it seems that they still don’t have enough to eat and enough clothes to wear?

Shen Guidi pointed out the problem, and He Qingchen could more or less guess that someone in Zhuangzi had touched the achievements of these people.

Is it Wang Huan?

Or is it this Cao Quan?

Before He Qingchen could figure it out, Shen Guidi pointed at the rather conspicuous Da Zhuang and asked, "Just now, this princess took a quick look at the questions everyone wrote down, and many of them were related to Manager Cao.

I wonder how the tenants on our farm pay their rent to each other?"

Shen Guidi did not mention the account book issue, but accurately focused the issue on the tenants' rent.

Da Zhuang was quite clever and immediately noticed that there was something wrong with the rent.

He thought for a moment and said, "Starting from the second year that Manager Cao took over the management of the farm, the rent for growing crops, vegetables, fruits and melons on the farm was 40%. At the beginning, everyone protested, suspecting that Manager Cao had done something wrong.

Some people even tried to file a complaint with the royal palace.

However, that’s what Butler Wang said, so everyone accepted it.

As for the fruit orchard, the rent collected is 30%.

The princess must have known that most fruits only bear fruit in summer and could earn some money. Everyone was originally happy to plant more fruits and sell them for a good price, but the rent was too high.

When the famine came, Steward Cao said that the prince was having a hard time in the capital and the palace could no longer continue.

The rent for the tenants was increased by 10%.

That is to say, food became 50%, and fruit became 40%.

Everybody is almost dying.

Some people simply begged Manager Cao to stop planting fruit trees and instead plant rice and wheat. Some people could not bear it any more and had to find ways to make a living outside, or voluntarily serve Manager Cao on the farm, or signed up to some people outside to be slaves.

Those who are old, weak, sick and young can only stay at home and continue to maintain their current lives.

Of course, there are also some people who have discussed with Cao Guanshi and planted vegetables, melons, fruits, rice and wheat on the farm. If they no longer have any land, they dare not think about anything else, just to have a bite to eat. "

The more he spoke, the sadder Da Zhuang became.

He is considered good.

Being strong and healthy, they could occasionally go up the mountain to find some wild animals, exchange them for some silver, and provide some support to those who were really struggling and were about to starve to death.

He Qingchen froze when he heard the voice.

He never expected that such a thing would happen in his farm.

Then he looked at the skinny tenants sitting opposite him, and his heart ached.

The same is true for Shen Guidi.

She held the edge of the table with her hands, and moved them suddenly, crushing a large piece of the edge of the table.

A sting.

It scared everyone present.

Everyone looked at her in horror.

Shen Guidi felt extremely uncomfortable. She looked down at the broken piece of wood in her hand, and the splinters pierced into her palm.

He Qingchen hurriedly pulled her hand over with concern and carefully pulled out the splinter from her palm.

"You can be angry, but why did you do that? If there is anything wrong, we can just solve them one by one." He Qingchen whispered to comfort her.

Shen Guidi glanced at him and pulled his hand away.

He Qingchen: "A'yi?"

Shen Guidi turned a deaf ear to him, walked towards Cao Quan, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, and kicked him hard: "How much food is in the warehouse?"

At this moment, Cao Quan looked at her as if she were a demon.

He replied tremblingly: "Yes, there should be... less than a thousand dan."

He made a rough estimate. Actually, it was not that much. Ten thousand dan was the data he had on hand before the New Year.

Shen Guiyi glanced over impatiently and asked coldly, "How much exactly?"

Da Zhuang briefly thought about the calculation he had made some time ago, and answered on behalf of Cao Quan: "Reporting to the princess, there is not much grain left in the manor's warehouse at the moment, probably only 621 dan."

Shen Guicui's face darkened.

This amount was extremely different from the account book she had seen.

He Qingchen was also surprised: "Only more than 600 dan?"

how can that be possible?

For such a large farm, the annual grain harvest is at least 5,000 dan, if not 10,000 dan. However, the amount delivered to the palace is extremely limited.

As a result, this is it?