After being widowed, I pampered the rough man general by farming

"it is good!"

Wu Jin didn't know what was going on all of a sudden, and after yelling, he saw him bending over and rolling up his trouser legs, "Today I want to be a farmer and go to farm!"

But...he forgot that he didn't know how to plant at all.

"Is that right?"

Wu Jin casually left a field, and was seriously studying farming with a four or five-year-old child beside him.

He took a seedling and planted it in the ground solemnly and earnestly, but the seedling was about to be submerged, and he still refused to let it go.

"You can't plant like this, you have to be gentle, gentle!" The child in charge of teaching him how to farm was so anxious that he stopped him with his immature voice.

"If it's like this, the seedlings will let go when they touch the mud."

Wu Jin looked at the light seedlings in his hand, and at the water flowing under his feet. He was very suspicious, could it really be light?

He tried again with doubts.

The first time the seedlings really floated up from the water, the second time it took a little more force than the first time, and the seedlings were planted, but it was a little crooked.

"It's planted, look, I've planted it!" Wu Jin planted a seedling for the first time in his life, and he was as happy as a child than the children beside him.

"Brother is great!"

The little boy beside him was not stingy with his praise and applauded him.

But when he applauded, he didn't pay attention to the mud on his hands, and directly threw the mud spots on Wu Jin's expensive-looking clothes.

Looking at the mud spots on his body, the little boy realized that he had done something wrong, so he quickly apologized: "Brother, I'm sorry, I made your clothes dirty. I'll go to your house to wash your clothes for you when you go back tonight."

The boy handled things well with what he had learned in the school in just over a month.

However, Wu Jin didn't need him to wash his clothes.

"No need, I won't wear this dress again in the future, and there is no need to wash it."

Moreover, he likes the feeling of having mud spots on his body, which makes him feel more like a farmer.

Sitting on the ridge of the field, Wu Jinping saw all of Wu Jin's performance, and he was very pleased with this.

After returning to the palace after this farm experience, he will take care of the people of Dali Dynasty more attentively, and their Dali Dynasty will definitely become better and better under his hands.

However, the father and son wanted to experience the fun of the farmhouse, so why was Zhu Jiangjiang the unlucky one?

"Yeah! Hot! Bang—"

Although the three different voices sounded one after another, they all came from one person.

Wu Jin had only been here for two days, and he was addicted to drinking tea.

Not only does he want to experience the life of picking tea, he also wants to fry a pot of tea himself and take it back for his brothers in the palace to taste.

It's just that when he was frying tea, because he couldn't bear the high temperature in the pot, he accidentally knocked over the whole pot of tea being fried.

The tea leaves fell into the stove and were buried under the firewood ashes, so they couldn't be seen.

"Okay, ruined another pot." Zhu Jiangjiang complained helplessly.

The pot that was destroyed last time was made by his father Wu Jinping. Didn't the father and son really come here to help her?

She didn't do anything to offend their father and son. Why is it always her who gets hurt?

"Ma'am, another pot of fresh tea!" Wu Jin threatened to ask for another pot unwillingly, as if he was on the tea stick.

Zhu Jiangjiang shrugged, pointed to the empty dustpan, and said, "My Majesty, the tea leaves picked yesterday are gone. Would you like to pick another basket?"

Last year, countless people from the town came to pick the tea in person. This year, there were also some, but many of them just tasted the tea and let it go. They just waited for Zhu Jiangjiang to sell tea, and they would buy it and drink it.

So this year's tea mountain, only Lu Cuihua and others are picking. Compared with last year's grand occasion, they almost swollen their fingers when they pinched the tip of the tea.

It would be great if he could fool Wu Jin or the people around Wu Jin into doing voluntary tea picking for a day.

When Zhu Jiangjiang was thinking about it secretly, Wu Jin really called the waiters beside him to go to the tea mountain to pick tea leaves for him.

"Be careful not to bald my tea tree, and remember to ask the villagers when you arrive at the tea mountain!" Zhu Jiangjiang told their backs loudly.

Wu Jin had no tea to stir-fry, so he took a break to drink tea.

Just wishing Jiang Jiang was fine today, so they sat down together.

The two looked at the paddy fields that had just been planted in front of them, enjoying the rare relaxation after busy work.

"Miss Zhu, I heard from my father that you seem to have some kind of bet with Qin Feng, don't you?" Wu Jin suddenly remembered this and asked casually.

He heard Wu Jinping talk about it when he was showing him the life in Xiaohuang Village.

He was curious why she was so confident that she dared to compare the song with the article.

"It seems that there is such a thing." Zhu Jiangjiang looked at the distant fields and said casually.

She did make a bet with Qin Feng, saying that after the spring plowing, the things in hand will be easier to compare.

"However, I will go to various villages tomorrow to inspect the planting of their fruit trees. Some of the fruits are already ripe. I have to go and have a look. I'll talk about the bet when I come back."

After planting, it will be the end of April. At this time, several fruits are ripe.

For example, pineapple.

This is the first batch of ripe fruits in her agricultural plan, so I wish Jiang Jiang will have more snacks naturally.

She has been spending this year and has no income. If it weren't for Pei Ji, her cash flow would have been cut off long ago.

"Do you still have something in each village?"

Wu Jin was slightly surprised. He thought that what he saw in Xiaohuang Village these days was enough to shock him, but he didn't expect that there was something about her that he didn't know.

"Hmm..." Zhu Jiangjiang deliberately elongated his voice, "Why not, I have cooperation with every village except Jiangnan Town."

Does she count as Versailles?

But what she said is true, except that she can't find opportunities in the city for the time being, in the countryside it belongs to her world.

"Fruits and vegetables, shrimp ponds, crops, tea mountains, shoe factories and schools, how did you do it alone?" Wu Jin felt a sense of respect for her.

He is the emperor of the Dali Dynasty. Although he is in charge of the whole world, all the things he needs to be done by the court officials are done for him, and he doesn't need to do everything.

But Zhu Jiangjiang, after his observation these past few days, it seems that she will personally intervene in everything. How did she do it?

"What else can I do, hold on."

Zhu Jiangjiang spoke the most truthful words in a joking tone.

If she hadn't had space to support herself, she might have collapsed long ago.

As for why she didn't delegate power, Zhu Jiangjiang felt it was too late.

What she is doing now is something that no one has done before. She just wants to let go, and those who succeed her don't know what to do.

Unlike him being the emperor, who had the experience and inheritance of so many ancestors before him, and had arranged everything for him, Wu Jin could of course let the court officials do anything for him.

It may take a year or two for Zhu Jiangjiang to let go.