"I asked, but sir did not explain it to me." Han Mo's face collapsed and his tone was depressed.

"Mr. Don't say that there should be a reason for Mr. Mr., but the queen of mother can reveal to you something that people have limited farming of fertile land, and the harvest depends on God's meaning. The weather and rain will lead to a bumper harvest. If there is drought or too much rain, the grain harvest will be greatly reduced."

"Because the food sources are unstable, sometimes sufficient and sometimes shortage, many people's homes have continued to eat two meals, eat early and late, and the saved food is used for the seasons of poor harvesting."

"Of course, food is not a problem for wealthy families and royal nobles. You can eat a few meals. If Mo'er wants all the people in the world to have three meals a day, he has to study hard. Only when the people's granary is full can they not stick to two or three meals."

Bai Ningxiang said, reaching out and rubbing her son's head.

"It's like the wine and meat smelling like a rich man, and the road is frozen to death?"

Looking at his son's innocent eyes, Bai Ningxiang suddenly had a toothache.

"That means, but Mo'er should know that in all dynasties, there are nobles, there are people, and there are landlords, there are tenants. Everyone wants to live a good life, but some people are born, while others need to work harder."

"Life is like this. Mo'er is still young and can't fully understand it. When you grow up, you don't need to say anything about your mother. Mo'er can understand a lot. Living is like fish in the river. Big fish eats small fish, small fish eats shrimps, and shrimps eat mudworms, one after another, one is indispensable."

"Mr. Wen asked you to follow you, and you should want Mo'er to experience folk life and get some inspiration. Mo'er just read and learn more, ask if you don't understand, and maybe you will be able to invite your husband one day."

Han Mo's eyes instantly turned brighter as he listened to his mother's encouragement.

"Yeah, my uncle also praised my son, saying that those who have ambition will succeed."

"Mo'er was born rich and noble, but she shouldered more responsibilities than ordinary people."

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight.

At a young age, it is not easy to press a mountain on your head.

"Go and have a break soon."

"Yes, my son is leaving."

Bai Ningxiang watched her son go out and turned her head to instruct Qinglian beside her, "Prepare a regular dress for me, and we will leave the palace tomorrow."

"Ah? Why did the Empress suddenly leave the palace?" Qing Lian was shocked. The Queen was not a joke when she left the palace.

"Kang Pingbo has been back home for some time. I will go to see his situation and go there for a while and I won't know." She wanted to see who he was, so hard to ask for.

"The emperor is still handling government affairs in Chengde Hall. I am afraid he won't be able to get through tonight. Do you want the palace servant to go and inform me?"

Qinglian sighed and turned out to be going to see her uncle. The distance was not far, so there was no need to worry.

"I'll go to the front hall to have a look," for several days, the emperor had been discussing the matter of farmland and water conservancy with officials of the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Industry, but he didn't know what the result was.

It is said that spring rain is as expensive as oil. Apart from the two snows in the first lunar month, it has not rained. Farming and irrigation have to refer to the water of rivers.

Opening the gate and draining water is a major project, which requires full cooperation from the Ministry of Industry and Revenue. What the emperor needs to do is to allocate personnel from it and coordinate the two departments to handle it properly in a timely and proper manner.

She had always known about this, but she didn't know that the emperor was so busy that he had to forget to eat and sleep.

He brought Yun Ni and his men to Chengde Hall. Before he got close, he saw a small inner supervisor leaning against the door and taking a nap.

Qinglian was about to come forward to call someone when she heard a weak female voice coming from the hall.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late, and the dinner has been hot twice. Even if you are busy, you should take care of your dragon body."

Qinglian raised her hand and stopped in the air. She turned around nervously and looked at her master. Even Yun Ni, who was following her, had a change in her face.

The inner supervisor smashed his mouth and was about to change his position. When he opened his eyes, he saw the queen at the door and knelt down.

"I wish the Empress,"

"If you don't serve the emperor inside, why are the cats taking a nap at the door?"

Yun Ni stepped forward and thrust his mouth inside.

"Who is here to serve?"

Looking at Yun Ni's bad color, the inner supervisor was stunned, and then his face turned pale. Before he could reply, another soft voice came from the hall.

"Your Majesty, please take a rest for a while, and then review the memorials after eating, otherwise the dragon body will not be able to bear it."

Listening to the soft sound of water dripping, Bai Ningxiang twitched the corners of her lips, looked at the scared inner prisoner in an unknown way, waved her hand, and just as she was about to go in, Zhang Zhang Han walked in with a tray.

"Empress, why don't you go in when you come?"

Bai Ningxiang looked at him with Buddha dust on his waist, holding a tray in his hand, a cup of ginseng soup and four side dishes on it.

Chief Han followed the Queen's eyes and immediately smiled, "I saw that the emperor couldn't rest for a while, so I went to prepare some food..."

As soon as I was halfway through, I heard a delicate female voice coming from the hall, "Your Majesty~, the meal is about to be cold."

When Chief Han heard this, his ears immediately stood up, gritted his teeth and cursed his little hoof, raised his foot and kicked the inner supervisor who was kneeling on the ground away.

He dared to let someone in and disturb the emperor's office while he was away, and he was not sure of his life or death.

"The Queen forgives her sins, but the old slave is negligent."

"Are you negligently or deliberately putting it in Hongxiu to add fragrance?" Yun Ni stepped forward, grabbed Manager Han's collar, with a fierce look on his face.

"Miss Yunni's clarification, I really don't know,"

Chief Han said, looking at Bai Ningxiang with shame, "Empress, it's the old slave who is negligent and shouldn't trust this kid to guard the door. The old slave will pull out the little hoof inside. If you dare to disturb the emperor's office, you must not let it go."

"No need, I will go in and take a look."

Chengde Palace said it was not big or small. They had been rubbing at the door for so long that the emperor should have heard it with his ears.

Inside the hall,

Han Jing sat behind the desk, holding a memorial in his hand and was flipping through it. On the Eight Immortals table next to him were a few snacks and a bowl of soup.

A palace maid in red stood beside her, staring at Han Jing with a grim look.

This palace maid Bai Ningxiang still has an impression of it. The second-class palace maid in Qiankun Palace is responsible for cleaning and cleaning the emperor's bedroom on weekdays. Sometimes she gets up late and has seen her several times.

Bai Ningxiang looked at her appearance and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips. She put on makeup and no longer had to ask about her intentions.

"No matter how diligent the emperor is, he still has to eat, right?"

Bai Ningxiang walked over in diameter, pulled out the memorial from his hand, and chuckled.

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon body?"
Chapter completed!