Ci Jinzhi

There were four masked men approaching Bai Ying. The others were injured or dead and had fallen down.

These four people learned from Bai Ying's fear of death and did not dare to be careless. They spread out and occupied good positions and slowly approached.

Bai Ying swung his sword, raised his eyebrows and sneered: "What are you doing, mother-in-law and mother-in-law? Let's come together! Let's see whether you succeed or I will take the lives of you monsters and demons!"

Her cheeks were stained with blood, whether it was from the spray or her own blood. He said the harshest words, but his fingertips were trembling slightly, and he could no longer hold on.

 It is still too difficult for three people to fight against dozens of people.

 The four of them exchanged glances, and with a tacit understanding, they pounced on Bai Ying at the same time.

 At this moment, several figures jumped out.

 When the four people realized something was wrong, it was too late to escape or commit suicide, and they were quickly restrained.

 Seeing the person who took action clearly, Bai Ying felt relieved: "Master Hou."

 “How is Miss Bai?”

"I'm fine." Bai Ying wiped her face with disapproval in her eyes, "Master Marquis is here, who will ensure Miss Xin's safety?"

Even if she didn't deliver the letter, Chang Pingwei would have gotten the news, but it would only be a day or two in the evening. In her heart, no matter how important those fields are, Miss Xin's safety comes first.

She thought that Marquis Changle thought the same way.

 “Ayou is worried about Miss Bai. She has other arrangements with Zhuangzi.”

Hearing what He Qingxiao said, Bai Ying said no more, looked back and asked: "Master Marquis, you don't have a horse?"

“I rode on, and left two people to deal with the dead and injured people. I thought Miss Bai wouldn’t go too far, so I left the horse there.”

 In this way, we can approach quietly, wait for the opportunity to capture them in one fell swoop, and leave them alive.

 “Does Miss Bai need help?”

"No, I'm fine." Bai Ying covered the wound on his arm, turned around and walked back, "The people I brought -"

 “One was seriously injured, and the other was out of breath.”

Bai Ying paused and silently quickened his pace.

Two guards there were bandaging the injured to stop the bleeding and searching the bodies. There was blood on the ground and corpses were scattered everywhere. Anyone who saw it could imagine the fierce and cruel fighting.

　　The body of the masked man was dragged to the roadside for some cover, and all the survivors were taken away. The seriously injured person was protected by two people and treated nearby.

 After making some arrangements, the group of people rushed to the Changping Guardhouse.

 In a private house, several people gathered in the hall, their faces solemn.

“Zhang Weimin actually sent so many people to protect the fields. Is he crazy?”

 “I have long said that these foreign officials are not familiar with them!”

 “You go see him quietly and ask what’s going on.”

 In a teahouse not far from the Wenxian County Government Office, Magistrate Zhang met with a person.

“Mr. Zhang, Xin You is causing trouble and harming everyone’s interests. You are making us feel very uncomfortable.”

 Zhang Zhixian felt bored.

He did not want to get involved in these disputes at all. However, if he wanted to gain a foothold in the local area, he could not do without the support of these wealthy gentry households. Normally, he would just give these people convenience, but now he didn't dare to risk the lives of his family.

"Zhang has been an official here for two years and got along very well with Brother Zhao and others, so I risked my life to reveal that Zhang doesn't know what Miss Xin is planting here, but it is said that I will come to see it in person when it is harvested. …”

The man was surprised: "Will you come in person today?"

“That’s right. It’s not that Zhang wants to meddle in other people’s business, but if there is a problem with those fields, it won’t be held against you, Brother Zhao, but Zhang will bear the brunt..."

 “I understand, little brother.” The man cupped his hands and left in a hurry, bringing back the news that the emperor was going to visit Wen County in person.

“No wonder Zhang Weimin was led by that girl.”

"Then what should we do next? Or should we destroy those fields as planned?" The leader's face was as dark as water: "Zhang Weimin sent two hundred people, and Xin You also had dozens of good people. These people are divided into two teams, and they can destroy those fields day and night. More than ten acres of land are tightly guarded. How many people will it take to destroy those fields? Doesn’t that constitute a rebellion?"

 Such a large-scale action would be impossible without leaving traces. And they have no ambition or courage to rebel, they just want to protect their original interests.

 “Is that all?”

The leader was silent for a long time and sighed: "Let's see again."

As Xin You expected, with the two hundred foreign aid tricked from Zhang Zhixian, the scene of the fields being destroyed as she saw in the picture did not happen.

On the second day, He Qingxiao came back first, and on the third day, two hundred Changping Guards arrived.

 The two hundred Changping Guards were not comparable to the improvised manpower of the county government. From then on, they were stationed at the farm, waiting for the sweet potato harvest.

Xinyou's tight strings loosened a little faster, and she walked around the three fields several times a day, watching the sweet potato vines in the fields change little by little.

 He Qingxiao will always be by her side. She looked at Cao Teng, and he looked at her quietly.

 “He Qingxiao.” Xin You likes to call this name.

Her voice is cold, with a crisp sweetness, which makes it inexplicably suitable when she calls this cold and cool name.

At this time, He Qingxiao would say "hmm" and look at her openly.

“I found out that you can’t tan.” Xin You took a step closer and looked at him.

Walking in the fields every day, this man is still tall, thin, fair and clean.

He Qingxiao judged that the woman said this to express envy, although he did not think that being tanned was something worthy of envy.

He looked at Xin You carefully and said, "Ah You is also very fair, only a little tanned."

Xinyou was silent and squeezed He Qingxiao's hand hard.

 Shut up, he’s just a guy with a pretty face.

She thought he couldn't speak, but he held her hand with his backhand and whispered: "I like everything Ayou looks like."

 He spoke seriously, his voice was clear and calm without any ambiguity, as if he was saying the most ordinary words.

Xin You unconsciously curled her lips.

The same goes for her, she likes He Qingxiao no matter what he looks like.

 In the palace of the capital.

Emperor Xingyuan was overjoyed after reading the letter from the south, and quickly summoned his ministers to discuss the matter.

“Everyone must have heard that Xin Daizhao left the capital a few months ago to choose a place with suitable water and soil to plant a treasure for me in Great Xia.”

Even though he is in the palace, he knows all the outrageous rumors about Ayou outside the palace.

 A money tree?

 When he first heard about it, he simply suspected that these people got their fame through cheating.

But now think about it, if the sweet potato has the yield as Ayou said, it would be right to say it is a money tree.

This is a treasure more precious than a money tree, and it is a life-saving food for the people of Daxia in times of disaster!

When all the ministers heard what Emperor Xingyuan said, they all looked at each other and looked surprised.

How could it be possible? They didn’t believe that Xinyou was planting a money tree.

 Heck, at least they can't let the emperor find out that they believe...

“In another month, the treasures that have been sown will be harvested.”

 All the ministers saluted: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

Emperor Xingyuan looked at these ministers and said the purpose of summoning them: "I decided to come to Wen County in person to see the treasure harvest."

Thanks to the 10,000 coins from Tomorrow I will be a wise king, and to the book friends who rewarded and voted. See you tomorrow.