Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

After washing up, Xia Zhiyuan walked barefoot on the white wool blanket.

She sat on the golden cushion that the prince usually used, picked up the brush, and found a piece of white cloth.

The tip of the pen is stained with ink.

Xia Zhiyuan sketched the appearance of a raccoon with his eyes narrowed, as if inspired by God. The fat raccoon had its tail raised and was holding a piece of pumpkin in its hand.

"That's it... What do you think? Don't you think so?"

Picking up the white cloth with his fingertips, Xia Zhiyuan moved the finished painting closer.

It turns out he was just kidding himself.

Zhao Changlin was not annoyed. Instead, he took the white cloth from Xia Zhiyuan's hand and looked at it carefully.

“I have never seen such an animal in the forest, but the painting by Zhiyuan is quite like that of a master.”

I really don't understand whether His Highness is praising himself or secretly pointing out that his own painting is ugly.

Xia Zhiyuan was too lazy to care, so he simply supported his chin with both hands and looked at His Highness with sparkling eyes.

Fortunately, the red mark on His Highness' nose has faded a little.

"I'm afraid there are very few animals that Your Highness has not seen?"

After all, as the ruler of a country, Your Highness has too many opportunities to come into contact with foreign tributes and pilgrimages from small countries.

"That's true."

"But, can this little thing catch mice like the raccoon slaves and reduce the burden on the people?"

Hearing His Highness' simple question, Xia Zhiyuan almost couldn't hold back her laughter, and she shook her head.

Back to your Highness' words.

"No, on the contrary, this little guy is better at stealing."

"But, because she's cute, most people can forgive her."

When Zhao Changlin heard Xia Zhiyuan's answer, he frowned slightly, sighed, and put the painting on the table again.

"Don't let your guard down because of your appearance."

"If it becomes a disaster in the future, I'm sure... there will be another famine."

Your Highness is worthy of being the emperor who is always worried.

Just by drawing a picture, I can imagine the famine that people will suffer in the future.

"Your Highness, Zhiyuan once learned a line of poetry."

Pinching Zhao Changlin's cheeks with both hands, Xia Zhiyuan continued to say with a smile: "I wish I had thousands of mansions to shelter all the poor people in the world, and I would be as safe as a mountain in the face of wind and rain."

Zhao Changlin listened quietly.

"Really? Then this person really has lofty ambitions, unlike birds."

"However, as an emperor, this is not my wish, but my duty."

Xia Zhiyuan nodded, agreeing very much with what His Highness said.

She turned the piece of cloth over and continued to use the brush to paint with ink, and the mountains and rivers came to life on the paper.

"Your Highness, the port of Xizhou City is about to be completed. By then, not only will merchants from Daluo come to trade, but merchants from the Dongyang Islands will also come. However... Zhiyuan wants more than just that."

Zhao Changlin's eyes lit up when he heard this. Unlike other ministers in the court who were reluctant to seek medical treatment, Xia Zhiyuan had always paid special attention to the Daluo Kingdom and the East Asian Islands.

She seemed to have no fear of the outside world from the beginning to the end.

"Why, Zhiyuan... is he so concerned about the events outside Xizhou City?"

If she said that she was paying close attention to the actions of Daluo Kingdom, Zhao Changlin could understand something, after all, Daluo Kingdom and Xizhou City border each other and face each other across the sea.

Conflicts may occur at any time. If we are careless and fail to take precautions, Xizhou City will probably be in big trouble.

"Your Highness, this is exactly what I wanted to tell you. Xizhou City is a good location. We can trade with countries that are farther away."

"For example, Longcheng has many rocks, steep terrain, and shallow soil, which makes it difficult to grow rice and wheat. Perhaps we can switch to a food that can feed the people."

Zhao Changlin understood instantly that this was Zhiyuan's plan.

The emperors of previous dynasties sent cavalry all the way west to exchange for several kinds of nuts and delicacies.

But the only thing missing is staple food that can be grown in the country.

"You have been resisting the pressure from the court and persisting in going out to sea for trade despite opposition from many people... This is not just for the sake of the people in Xizhou City."

"Why didn't you tell me at the beginning?"

Zhao Changlin is not a narrow-minded person.

She naturally understood the concerns that Xia Zhiyuan had in his heart, but Zhao Changlin guided Xia Zhiyuan to speak them out in this way just hoping that she would feel better.

"Of course, I don't want to talk too much."

"Let the people wait in vain."

“Selecting staple food…breeding seeds would be impossible without more than 10 or 20 years of experience.”

"But Your Highness, Zhiyuan wants to create a peaceful and prosperous world for Your Highness, a... a peaceful and prosperous world that Zhiyuan just mentioned."

Xia Zhiyuan had actually already pre-ordered a bag of corn seeds through the system.

However, in order to allow the people to grow corn with peace of mind, she still used her own methods to make the "birth" of "corn" reasonable.

After all, people are most taboo about "witchcraft". If there is no reasonable reason for the food falling from the sky, people will simply not plant it.

Borrowing port trade and other countries' varieties is the safest method.

Mountainous terrain is the most suitable for growing corn and sweet potatoes, especially corn, which can also be grown on steep slopes, but... the demand for fertilizer is a bit high.

Therefore, it does not matter if the yield of corn varieties is a little worse. What is needed is that the corn grown has full grains and does not require too much fertilizer.

"You...are always so worried."

"Healing your injuries quickly is the most important thing."

"Just let me handle these things."

Zhao Changlin knew that every proposal Zhiyuan told him was almost perfect and there was nothing to complain about.

But actually putting it into practice is extremely difficult, because I have the pressure from above and no one is there to help me.

However, it is not easy to put it into practice.

The canal that runs from Xizhou City to the Imperial City spans the entire Daliang, and Longcheng is just one of its parts.

Zhiyuan was shot by this group of people and almost died there.

Zhao Changlin clenched his fists so tightly that he felt his fingertips trembling slightly.

"In the past, when I was in the temple, my mother asked for a lucky charm for me. At that time, I also followed my mother in reciting scriptures all day long."

"It's just that I'm not sincere to the Bodhisattva and Buddha, so... I don't know if this amulet is useful."

Zhao Changlin picked up a red box from his desk and handed it over.

The box had been on the table for some time. Xia Zhiyuan had seen it a long time ago, but he never asked about it.

Unexpectedly, the things in this box were really given to me.

"But at least it has been used for more than ten years. You can take it."

The box was opened, and a red amulet was seen lying inside. Zhao Changlin grabbed Xia Zhiyuan's hand and put the box on it.

"It doesn't matter where you take it, as long as you carry it with you..."

"I wonder if Mother will be angry when I tell you this, saying that I am always greedy and want so much..."

Zhao Changlin lowered his eyebrows and smiled.