Farm Widow: Pick up a husband to open up wasteland and farm

Chapter 206 Celery Passed Out

Before that, she had to free up her hands to plant the last batch of fruits and vegetables, so that she could seriously select talents.

The people in every village stood in the field very quietly, watching every movement and every note of the little master in front of them, and kept them firmly in their hearts.

Everyone knows that this season's harvest is related to the survival of the next few months, so they dare not be sloppy.

After a lot of busy work, Celery lost weight again. On the way to escort her back to the city, Xiao Yuan finally couldn't bear it and persuaded her: "The eldest princess has to pay attention to her body. These days are exhausting, no matter how good it is." The body can't bear it either."

When he said the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help thinking that the two masters above were really big-hearted. How could they bear to let a 14-year-old girl stand against the sky of Yuzhou!

"It's okay, it will be fine after a while, we have to hurry up."

She looked at the sky outside the window, it was getting dark for a while and the city gate had to be closed.

Now the city gates of Yuzhou are closed before dark, there are no outsiders, and there is a curfew, and there are no new merchants in the city.

After all, in the middle of November, the affairs in the city can be sorted out. After thinking about it, I started to overthink again.

"Girlfriend~"

How does it sound like a mother's voice?

She seemed to hear her mother's voice in a daze, but why couldn't she open her eyelids...

Zhang Xiaolan anxiously asked the bearded old man in front of her: "Doctor, how is my daughter?"

"Ma'am, don't worry. The princess is over-thinking and extremely tired. Her body can't take it anymore and she fainted for a while. It will be fine to rest for a while."

"Oh, Doctor Lao is here." She frowned and sent the old man out, looking at the pale girl lying on the bedside, feeling pain in her heart ~ it was all because she had neglected the child.

She continued to sit down and wrung out the hot towel in the basin and wiped the fine sweat on her forehead, sometimes frowning, which made Zhang Xiaolan feel even more guilty, even her daughter was still frowning even after she passed out.

It seems that she did neglect a lot of children in the past two years!

Ever since I rushed over yesterday, I was looking forward to my daughter's carriage coming back with great difficulty, but when I opened the carriage, I found my daughter passed out. I didn't pay attention at first, thinking that my daughter was just asleep. The doctor was called in non-stop to check.

Hey ~
Thinking of this makes me feel uncomfortable for no reason!

Xiao Yuan outside was already waiting at the gate of the yard. After Zhang Xiaolan covered the quilt for her daughter, she walked out of the room lightly.

"But everything is arranged properly?"

"Yes."

Xiao Yuan replied respectfully, thinking about the eldest princess' worries for the past two days, he took the initiative to mention charcoal and tree planting.

"Then send some people to the border in batches to cut some back, and transplant some over the hills, so as to save my daughter from waking up and worrying about it."

Zhang Xiaolan said with a sad face, her daughter had never mentioned charcoal in the letter before, it seems that her daughter is indeed overthinking.

"Yes."

"Report the account books for the harvested millet this time." She had to take advantage of these few days to help her daughter settle the matter at hand, and she couldn't let her worry about it anymore.

Xiao Yuan withdrew respectfully, glanced at the direction of the room before leaving, and walked towards the study with strides, where there were still piles of Lao Gao's account books, all of which the princess had not had time to read. The book was put away and arranged neatly before leaving the study room with arms around it.

This whole day, Zhang Xiaolan stayed in her daughter's boudoir, sitting at the table and taking care of her daughter while looking at the account book.

Some are already made by my daughter, and even the annotations are written down, so that the whole booklet is clear at a glance.

Yes, there are few people who can match the talent of my daughter.

(End of this chapter)