Following this voice, a man over fifty years old came over.
Feng Xuanyi lay low beside Lu Qingxing and said that this was the prefect.
Hearing that it was the magistrate, Lu Qingqing also took a look at it. The magistrate was quite old, and his eyes were clear, and he was not a cunning person.
"Who are you?"
Huayan frowned and looked at him.
"I am the magistrate of Yangzhou. This... The Lu family just went to tell me that I have written a memorial to the emperor."
Mr. Song looked at Hua Yan with neither humility nor arrogance.
"Then...that's good."
Saying this... Huayan frowned and looked at Lu Qingqing again.
"I just asked you why you said these are food."
How could this woman be such a villain and actually put her in trouble? How could such a person be worthy of Feng Xuanyi.
"The princess asked me what these are for? I said I ate them myself... After all, my second brother brought these things back to me to eat. Although I found these good crops and kept them for making seeds, the rest are also for me. It was eaten by me."
Lu Qingqing looked at her with a puzzled look on his face, not knowing what he was doing wrong.
"It seems that this princess has misunderstood you!"
Hua Yan snorted coldly, but she regretted not bringing Huamei out today.
I don't bother to do such a thing, but Huamei...
Lu Qingying, right? you can.
"snort!"
Hua Yan snorted again, turned and left.
After she left, the atmosphere became obviously much better.
"Master Song!"
Feng Xuanyi walked up to the magistrate and bowed.
Lu Qingqing also gave a courtesy.
"Without courtesy, you two are really talented and handsome!"
Master Song stroked his beard and laughed.
He was very happy. This matter was a great thing. Applying for it himself would be of great help to his civil and political achievements.
I thought that my whole life would be like this, but now it seems that it is not the same.
"Your Excellency, you are flattered!"
Feng Xuanyi gave in humbly.
"These are the foods?"
Mr. Song walked forward a few more steps and watched the tenant farmers dig these things out of the soil and break off the corns one by one.
There are piles of them on the ground, which looks very pleasing to the eye.
If everyone planted these, wouldn't people starve to death when disaster strikes
"Yes!"
Lu Zhiting answered loudly.
"When I heard you, your sister asked you to do these things."
When Lord Song asked this question, he also looked at Lu Qingying.
"It's my sister-in-law."
Lu Zhiting nodded and bowed his hands.
"How did you come up with the idea?"
Lord Song looked at Lu Qingqing with a pleasant look and asked again.
"I'm not afraid of adults making fun of me. I just like to prepare some food. My brother often goes out, and I always ask him to bring me food... I brought these things back just for myself, but I didn't expect that the survival rate would be so high. There are so many, and the yield is amazing.”
Lu Qingqing felt a little embarrassed when he said these words.
"So that's it! Hahaha... It's really unintentional."
People are in high spirits when happy events happen, and this incident is really a happy event for Mr. Song.
"My lord and my brothers will go to the river to have a good talk about this matter. We will stay here for dinner in the evening. Then we can eat these yams and potatoes."
(End of chapter)