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

He Qingchen's hawk-like eyes suddenly swept towards Cao Quan. When he saw his guilty and vague look, what was there that he didn't understand?

He looked at the people standing opposite him.

They were all skinny and had hardly any flesh on their bodies, like skin and bones.

The people who were born at the foot of the imperial city and should have been richer and more stable ended up suffering such hardships on his farm and could not get relief.

All in all, it was all his fault.

He Qingchen's voice choked slightly: "This king..."

"Everyone, tell me, in which year did Cao Quan come? When did he start to change the rules set by the palace?" Shen Guidi could see that He Qingchen was heartbroken.

She took over the conversation, lowered her posture, and looked at Dazhuang steadily.

Da Zhuang thought for a moment and said, "Manager Cao came here in the 21st year of Zhaoyuan. That year, the prince just returned to the capital. Not long after this manor was transferred to your name, Manager Cao took refuge with Manager Wang in the capital.

He was then placed here by Manager Wang.

One year later, on a rainy day, Manager Wang, who was also Grandma Wang's son, drowned while fishing in the river.

A month later, under the instruction of Steward Wang, Steward Cao took over Steward Wang's job.

Later,... Manager Cao said that they had received a notice from the palace that the rent collection needed to be adjusted. This adjustment had been going on for so many years, and everyone hadn't had a full meal in all these years.

If the food is not enough to sustain life, how can there be a surplus to sell to support the family expenses?

Especially children.

When you are sick or in pain, you just go into the mountains to find some herbs. You don’t even dare to go see a doctor. You can only endure it... If you can’t endure it, then... you will die anyway.

But, Prince, Princess, everyone is feeling miserable!"

Speaking of the latter part, Da Zhuang, a man with a face full of flesh, couldn't help but feel sad.

Even if no one says it, everyone has thought of what comes next.

He Qingchen stood up tremblingly, and walked to them step by step. He was heartbroken and said hoarsely: "This king has never asked anyone to change any rent or other terms... In times of famine, he even ordered rent reductions."

As soon as the words fell, everyone couldn't help it.

They glared at Cao Quan's family fiercely, wishing they could chew them alive and tear them to pieces.

Da Zhuang stretched out his hand to stop them from making any move.

They regained a little bit of rationality and realized that the people in front of them were the prince and princess from the capital, so they didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements.

A moment.

He Qingchen slowly said to them: "Although this matter was done by Cao Quan, and there were people in the mansion who deceived the superiors and the subordinates, but in the final analysis, it was my carelessness that caused you to suffer all these years.

This is my fault, I will take the responsibility myself.

On the farm, from the day Cao Quan took over the farm, I will return all the extra money you paid in the form of grain or silver, and reduce the rent for the next two years as compensation.

Two years later, the rent will remain the same, and you can pay the amount that I ordered at the beginning.

From now on, I will appoint someone to take charge of all matters at my manor. If you have any grievances, you can come to the palace. If you can't find me, you can ask Ye Feng to handle it.

As for...

Those who have already gone...I will find other ways to make up for it."

He Qingchen uttered his last promise with difficulty.

These people should have lived peacefully on the farm, but in the end they were forced into this state. Some even sold themselves into slavery or as wives. So many lives were suddenly placed on their shoulders. He Qingchen felt heavy-hearted.

When the people heard his words, they cheered for joy, but they tried hard not to be too outrageous.

Da Zhuang pursed his lips and glanced at the elderly couples in the crowd who kept their heads down and did not look happy. Then he asked, "Does Your Majesty mean that those who died outside are also included?"

He Qingchen: “?”

"If it weren't for Manager Cao's oppression of us, and if it weren't for the prince's negligence, many people in the village would never have reached the point of selling their children. Especially many women, in order to make a living at home, they sold themselves into slavery, or even sold themselves as wives and concubines, and thus died early. How does the prince plan to compensate for these?"

He Qingchen was stunned for a moment, at a loss: "This king..."

Shen Guidi glanced at Dazhuang.

I noticed that his gaze was fixed on some people behind him.

There was not much joy on their faces, but instead they were shrouded in endless sadness and pain.

After Shen Guidi thought about it for a while, he understood.

She walked straight up to them. Da Zhuang was afraid something might happen, so he hurried over to stand in front of them and block Shen Guidi.

Shen Guiyi raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, then looked past him and said to those people, "What do you want me and the prince to do? What compensation do you want?"

"Princess, you..." Da Zhuang was about to explain.

Shen Guidi glanced away indifferently: "It's none of your business."

Da Zhuang pursed his lips, turned his head and looked at them. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Princess, they are all sons and daughters. Some of them died because of the famine and hardship in the past few years. Some sold themselves into slavery, some were beaten to death, and their bodies disappeared without a trace.

Some sold themselves to widows and widowers;

There were also children who were sick and whose treatment was delayed, and eventually died.

But no matter which one it is, the root cause lies in the malicious oppression of Cao Guanshi, and the Wang Mansion is also responsible for not opening the wall. "

"So, what do you want me and the prince to do?"

At this time.

An old man with gray hair, wrinkled face and weathered eyes slowly walked out of the crowd.

He didn't rush to speak, but just squinted his old eyes and looked at Shen Guidi.

half an hour.

He opened his lips in a sad voice, "Two years ago, my daughter was sold to the Marquis of Changxin's mansion as a slave. She is illiterate and cannot write letters, but she is worried about her family and would save up two days of rest every two months to come back.

Half a year ago, when she came back, she happily told her mother that she would come back home when she had saved enough money.

But that time, she hurried back home and there was no news from her since then."

With this opening, someone continued to say: "My daughter was sold to the residence of the Minister of Rites. It is said that she was a slave to the eldest son of the Minister, but she died after only two months.

The body has not been found to this day, neither the living nor the dead."

“Three years ago, my little son got frightened and had a fever at night. He never recovered after a few days.

We couldn't afford a doctor, and he was about to die. My thirteen-year-old daughter was sold to a butcher in the village below as his wife. Within a month, she was beaten to death by the butcher.

Our youngest son had a good relationship with her, so we kept it a secret for a few days. We only dared to tell him after we saw that he was feeling better.

He was depressed for a few days, then he became desperate and tried every possible way to make money to redeem his sister.

But she was gone in just one month.

My youngest son was originally eager to go talk to his sister, but he only saw his sister die tragically. She was even disemboweled like a pig. He couldn't bear it and went crazy immediately.

The butcher was originally arrested, but somehow he was released after only five days.

After hearing the news, my youngest son was no longer crazy, but it didn’t look good either. That night, he went to the butcher’s house in the dark and gave everything to the butcher’s family.

He stood not far away, watched the family burn to death, and then jumped into the river.

When we fished him out, he was already dead.

Princess... Tell me, whose fault is this? What can you compensate us for? What we want is to never get it back again."

Shen Guidi's expression was more solemn than ever before.