After the crown princess was reborn, she was overwhelmed with farming!

Chapter 39
Li was discussing with his sons all morning, and everyone was a little hesitant.

Li Zheng’s eldest son is in favor of growing food in the family’s fertile land, and then open up wasteland to grow herbs. The herbs can be planted in spare time. After two years, the income will be seen. If the income is good, more efforts will be made to plant.

Madam Lizheng disagreed. Planting herbs is not as easy to take care of as planting fruit trees. It takes too much time to learn the art of breeding medicine with Miss Rong, and there is more time to grow food.

Li Zheng's eldest son thinks that it is more important to grow herbs. Regardless of the harvest, learning the art of growing medicine is something he would never dare to think about in his lifetime.

Madam Lizheng almost patted her chest in a womanly manner.

In the end, Lizheng came out to speak. At home, Dahu and Mrs. Rong are learning medicine skills, and the others help open up wasteland in their spare time, and they can't waste their own fertile land. They kill two birds with one stone, and the division of labor is clear.

Dumb is already married, and his wife, like his aunt, disagrees with her husband spending time on something as illusory as planting herbs.

The two quarreled for a while, Mrs. Big Tiger came out from the back room, and was about to go to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables and come back to persuade Big Tiger, but she saw the young man of the Rong family coming on horseback.

Mrs. Big Tiger couldn't believe it, and saw another Mr. Rong Xiaolang leading a cow in the direction of the village entrance.

hello!The Rong family actually bought a cow and a horse back!

Mrs. Big Tiger heard that Mrs. Rong bought a mountain, but she hadn't seen the silver with her own eyes, so she didn't feel much about it.

Today, she saw the running horses and the laden cows with her own eyes, and her face was a little dazed.

Cows are big things in the village. Only the Lizheng family has one in Zhangmu Village, not to mention horses. No one in ten miles or eight towns raises this precious thing. It cannot be eaten, nor can it go to the ground like a cow. The price is high, it is said that it is more than several times that of a cow, and it is a precious foal for a wealthy family.

Mrs. Duhu was shocked for a while, and hurried home to tell the others.

There was no one who disagreed with the matter of Dahu and Miss Rong's learning of medicine. The aunt also prepared a generous gift for Dahu and his wife to come to the door to thank them.

The country people are vulgar, but they all know in their hearts that if Nalan Jing really makes his family money, he will be a great benefactor.

Nalanjing didn't know that a cow and a horse made Li Zhengjia completely believe in her "strength".

I just bought a duck back from the town. I am going to make a stewed fat duck. I also bought a large piece of tenderloin to make charcoal-roasted tenderloin. I will pick some vegetables from the vegetable field and stir-fry. I have a meal at noon and a few more at night. Jin pork ribs and braised pork head meat.

As soon as she stewed the fat duck, Xiao Wu came to the kitchen and called her, saying that the dog brother and his father had brought something home.

Goudi is the son of Dahu, and they all have nicknames. Everyone calls him that, and Xiaowu also calls him that.

The house where Mrs. Rong lived was unlucky. In the past, people in the village used to walk around when they went up the mountain, but they didn't expect it to be so popular now. Dug Hu and his wife came to the door, and there was no fear.

Young lady Rong was in the kitchen, Xiao Wu went to call for someone, and Duo and his wife walked into the hall with their things.

In the main room, a man was half lying on a chair. He had long black hair and a blue headband half tied up. His long hair fell down to his waist. He was dressed in a light-colored cotton coat, which could not conceal his powerful aura.

Dahu and his wife didn't even dare to look at his face carefully, put the things on the table, turned around and left.

Nalanjing just came out of the kitchen, and he looked surprised: "Why did you come out? It's sunny outside, so go inside and sit."

The husband and wife shook their heads in tacit understanding, blushing and didn't dare to say that her husband was... creepy, they didn't have the guts to sit in the house.

Dahu and Nalan Jing talked about learning how to grow herbs, and Nalan Jing agreed and asked him to come to the wasteland to find her tomorrow morning.

The husband and wife said their goodbyes, and Nalanjing asked Xiao Wu to take out the things and send them back to Li Zheng's house.

In the afternoon, the aunt came to the door, didn't mention those things again, but brought over half a basket of sweet potatoes.

Nalanjing didn't refuse this time, and asked Rong Qian to take his own basket and pack it up. The two exchanged a few words, and then the aunt left with the basket.

The story of Lizheng's eldest son and Nalanjing learning how to grow herbs quickly spread in the village. Although everyone didn't think that Dahu could make as much money as Miss Rong, this did not hinder their admiration for Miss Rong.

As a refugee, I went to Zhangmu Village. I bought a mountain, a cow, a horse, and planted a piece of herbal medicine in less than a month. Who in the village has the ability?
Not to mention women, men don't have one-tenth of her ability.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day when the college announced the admission ranking list.

Brothers Liu Yan and Rong Yu Rongqian went to Qingshan Academy together to wait for the announcement.

Liu Yan has no reference, he misses Landlord Liu, and still wants to go home and have a look.

They parted at the gate of Qingshan Academy and made an appointment to meet here at Shenshi in the afternoon.

Before the time application, the college announced the list on time.

The college admitted a lot of people this time, according to the usual practice, there are [-] people.

Rong Qian looked up from the last one, and soon found his name in No.90.

Countdown No.10 admission, thrilling!

Rong Qianchang heaved a sigh of relief, and continued to look up. When he saw No. 30, Rong Yu's name hadn't been seen yet, so his face darkened and he frowned.

Even he can pass the exam, there is no reason why Rong Yu can't pass the exam.

Rong Qian quickly finished reading the list, but still did not find Rong Yu's name, and his heart sank.

Rong Yu was also devastated.

Rong Qian opened his mouth, wanting to comfort his second brother, at worst, he will take the exam next year, but he couldn't say anything.

No one knows better than him how hard the second brother studies, and even he passed the exam, but the second brother failed the exam. This is undoubtedly a fatal blow.

Qingshan Academy takes the eight-legged essay, one of the three major subjects of the imperial examination. If you fail in this, let alone the rural examination.

"Oh, why is No.1 blocked by the red silk, quickly open it and have a look." Suddenly, a surprised voice rang in my ear.

Rong Qian was stunned for a moment in annoyance, and looked up at the list again. It was indeed No.2, and the name of No.1 was covered by the hanging red silk.

For a moment, the chests of Rong Yu and Rong Qian jumped together.

Logically speaking, they didn't think that Rong Yu could get the first place in the exam. Rong Yu is only 12 years old this year. No matter how hard he studies, he can't surpass those candidates who are four, five, or even five or six years older than him.

What's more, in terms of reading talent and hard work, Rong Yu thinks that he is far inferior to his elder brother.

But they overlooked one very important factor. Rong Xuan was in Beijing at that time, and there was a temple where countless talented students from the Southern Chu Kingdom gathered. It is indeed far beyond ordinary people that Rong Xuan can stand out in this situation and become a young leader. ability.

Qingshan Academy is indeed a famous academy in the vicinity, gathering literati and students from all over the world, but how can it compare with Shangjing Academy?
(End of this chapter)