The Reborn Wife is Farming

Even if Mrs. Fan was sad, there was nothing she could do with Fan Zijin for the time being. After all, her son was not around now, and he wouldn't listen to what she said when she was around, let alone when he was not around.

But she still has to try her best to help her son achieve what he wants to do. No matter what, she wants to restore the relationship between mother and son.

Mrs. Fan thought for a while and said: "It's not difficult for you to buy grain. It just so happens that my dowry estate has not been sold yet, and my Fan family also has hundreds of mu of fertile land under my name. The recovered grain is still piled up in the warehouse. Let’s sell it to you at a price that is 20% lower than that given to grain merchants.”

Chen Guanshi hurriedly bowed and said: "Don't dare, dare not, how can I let Madam suffer? Whatever price the food is for Madam, the young ones will pay whatever price, otherwise the young master will find out, and it will be difficult for the young ones to explain it later."

Mrs. Fan frowned and looked at him, Manager Chen smiled wryly and said, "Madam, please be considerate. I guess the young master means to make a big business so that you can impress you. If you lower the price now, the young master is afraid that you will have to pay for it." I'm not feeling well."

Madam Fan sneered, with tears in her eyes, she said: "I'm afraid he doesn't want to owe me too much love?"

"Ma'am, what you said was out of anger. The son was born to you. Is there any greater love in this world than giving birth to grace?"

Hearing what Chen Guanshi said, Mrs. Fan finally felt better, and waved her hand: "Okay, you go down, I will ask the steward to look for you later, I still have a few good friends here, and there are many people in their dowry village. Pay less, see how much food you plan to buy, give me the number later, and I will help you be a man."

Chen Guanshi did not expect that the problem that had been entangled for so long would be solved in this way. He was grateful for Dade's kneeling and thanked him, and went back happily.

But Mrs. Fan turned around and went back to the house to prepare things for her son. Since Guanshi Chen was going back to Xingzhou Mansion, she asked him to bring some things back for him, and Haoran, Xiuyuan was a man, and there was no one in the house around him. It is inevitable that they are not careful enough in life, and she has to prepare something for them.

Mrs. Fan's order set the entire Fan mansion in motion. When Fan Wensi came back from the Yamen, he saw the people in the mansion busy. He frowned slightly, and pulled a girl over and asked, "What are you holding? What are you going to do?"

Seeing that the master was taken aback, the little girl said: "Master, this is the clothes prepared for the second young master. The slaves just went to the sewing room to get them back."

Fan Wensi's eyes widened, "Zijin is back? Why didn't anyone notify me?"

The little girl hurriedly waved her hands and said: "Second Young Master didn't come back, but Second Young Master sent a steward back. Madam wants to pack up her things and ask the steward to bring it to Second Young Master."

Fan Wensi heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed his chest and said, "It scared me to death, I thought that Nizi had come back." Speaking of this, he felt that his behavior just now was too cowardly, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "He'd better live forever." Don't come back, if he rushes back, I will break his legs, Nizi, Nizi!"

Fan Wensi went back to the backyard angrily, seeing that the main room was so busy, she turned around and went to the concubine's room without even thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, when Mrs. Fan heard that Fan Wensi was back, she just came out to meet him. Seeing him heading west, she didn't know that he was going to the concubine's room again.

Mrs. Fan frowned, and shouted: "Fan Wensi, you dare to go to Xiyuan and try it!"

Fan Wensi was taken aback, and when she came back to her senses, she saw Mrs. Fan running over aggressively, slapping him, he quickly stretched out his hand to block it, and shouted: "Your place is in a mess, I'm about to collapse from exhaustion all day, Why don't I go to rest?"

"Hey, did you go to those little fairies to rest or to contribute? Why is my place so messy? Why don't you ask? Our son has been away for a year, and it's the first time he asked someone to deliver a letter When you come back, you don’t ask, don’t read? Are you still a human?”

Mrs. Fan thought of how bad the relationship between this man and her son was because she hated her so much that she beat him with her hands.

While hiding, Fan Wensi yelled, "It's better not to come back to that naughty son for the rest of his life, and I still ask him? You don't even think about what he has done. His letter not only made me lose the qualification for favor that I had so hard to get , and let me be impeached by the censor, what do you want me to ask him?"

"He's in Xingzhou Mansion. It's a place where wars are fought. Why are you so cruel? Is he your own son?" Mrs. Fan kicked him on the buttocks, chasing and beating him, and said: "If you hadn't asked the concubine for favor, would he have run away from home? You don't distinguish between concubines and concubines, you spoil your concubine and destroy your wife..."

Fan Zijin didn't know that another battle broke out between his parents because of him. At this time, he was solemnly putting the cloth bag on the table and opening it, revealing the golden corn inside.

Miss Shen Wu picked up a corn and looked at it, then asked: "Is this the corn that Emperor Sejong talked about, and the corn that historians belittled later?"

Fan Zijin nodded, "We planted 28 mu in Xingzhou this year."

Miss Shen Wu smiled, dropped the thing, and said: "Someone in my Shen family's ancestors also planted it. Let's not talk about the taste. The yield is far from what Emperor Sejong said. I don't know that Mr. Fan took this thing all the way. What does it mean to bring to Jiangling?"

Fan Zijin laughed lightly, took a seat opposite her, and said, "The Shen family can't grow it because there is no way to do it right. Do you know how much corn we have harvested in our twenty-eight mu?"

Miss Shen Wu raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"Sixteen thousand and sixteen catties, the yield per mu is five hundred and seventy-two catties."

Miss Shen Wu's heart moved, but she said: "It sounds good, but it is still far from what Emperor Sejong said. In the top-class land, it is meticulously worked, and the fertility is good. There is also a wheat yield of three to four hundred catties per mu. This corn After all, it is a novelty, even if the yield per mu is higher, everyone’s acceptance is still not very high.”

Fan Zijin knocked on the table and said, "It's a low-grade land, there is no base fertilizer, topdressing is average, and Xingzhou Prefecture is drought this year."

Only then did Miss Shen Wu gradually become serious, she held the corn for a long time without speaking, and finally asked, "Is this your business?"

"No." Fan Zijin looked at her with starry eyes and said with a smile, "This is from Xiying."

Miss Shen Wu was surprised, she thought it was Qi Xiuyuan's personal business, but she didn't expect it to belong to the whole Xiying, she frowned and said: "This is a big business, I can't be the master, I have to wait for my third brother to come back."

Fan Zijin smiled and said, "I can wait, but we can't wait for the data in our hands. In just twenty days, my cousin's camp has already had three visitors."

Miss Shen Wu said with a smile: "I've heard about General Qi's martial arts for a long time. It shouldn't be so easy for others to succeed, right?"

"It won't make people succeed, but it's annoying to always be so disturbing."

Miss Shen Wu thought for a while and said: "My third brother will come back soon, and I will come to see you with him as soon as he comes back. How about it, Mr. Fan?"

"Then I will wait for the two gentlemen at the inn." Fan Zijin bowed his hands.