Chapter 112: Hope this era will not disappoint their smiles

From now on, when sending the accounts to the Wang Fu, just use the real accounts.

Don't bother making those yin-yang accounts; they're not worth the trouble.

She glanced disdainfully at the account book on the table; one set would have been enough, but they made two, which left her feeling weary.

Also, record the habits of the crops as much as possible; if you can draw diagrams, even better. Send it to the Wang Fu once a month.

"Yes!" Wang Han didn't know what the Princess Consort wanted to do, but he just needed to obey the order.

"Let me think about the rest later; you may go first." Jiang Yunchu waved her hand, then had Shadow fetch some white paper, doodle and write many things on it.

These past days, those twelve children have interrupted many of my thoughts.

The manor's affairs are mostly settled; what needed handling has been handled, what needed tidying has been tidied; now we only await the results.

It seems we'll have to come out for a stroll every year from now on, otherwise those farm owners will pull a fast one!

Afterward, she wrote Ning Hanmo's name, and after that, she wrote Ning Yue Xue's name.

Looking at the names of her son and daughter, she felt homesick.

Her handwriting was iron strokes and silver hooks, full of arrogant spirit, not the carefully controlled pin-flower style she sometimes used, but her habitual wild cursive.

"Princess Consort, the two of them have returned." Jiang Yunchu was strolling around the manor when Shadow entered, leaning close to her ear and softly saying.

Jiang Yunchu immediately realized they were the two guards who had been trapped in the mist.

Let's go back and check.

She immediately strode toward the courtyard, but as she turned, her head suddenly felt dizzy, she couldn't keep her balance, and when Shadow instinctively reached out, she steadied herself, saying, "I'm fine."

Shadow was a little worried; these past days, the Princess Consort's travels have wearyed her body, leaving her somewhat weak.

He's such a blunt guy, he still doesn't know about the Gui Water matter.

"Let's go." Jiang Yunchu steadied herself, waited until her mind was completely clear, then stepped forward.

"Greetings, Princess Consort." The two felt a mix of shame and regret.

They had been schemed against, and still needed the Princess Consort to rescue them.

Jiang Yunchu waved her hand, first sat on the wooden stool, then said to the two, "Get up."

"Tell me, what happened? How were you led into the mist?"

She felt puzzled; logically, these two, having received her orders, shouldn't have left the manor, and the mist is some distance from the manor.

"They were two little kids who said their companion was trapped, asking us to help, so we..."

"That patch of mist is somewhat evil; once we entered, we completely lost our sense of direction, and couldn't find the way back no matter what."

"All around were trees and mountains; wherever we went we made marks, but strangely, those marks we could no longer find."

Wang Han over there rubbed his nose, hum...

He was just trying to buy time to see the Princess Consort; those marks were the ones he cleared away. Over these many years, he had already discerned the mist's pattern, which changes every hour; in a short time, these two couldn't possibly discover it.

"The two children." Jiang Yunchu said this, then looked at Wang Han, "The Twelve Generals?"

That's right; calling them collectively is too troublesome, so unless addressing an individual, we refer to all twelve as the Twelve Generals.

This is Jiang Yunchu's greatest hope for them: that on the battlefield they could stand firm and become a regional commander, guarding Da Ning and protecting the people.

"Hmm, Jiang Yi and Jiang Er." Wang Han nodded, acknowledging it directly.

When you're out and about, the most basic precaution is something you need to have.

People aren't unsavable; couldn't you have left one person behind?

Or, you could have brought someone from the manor.

The manor has so many people; aren't they more familiar with it? Why must you be the ones sought?

Each of Jiang Yunchu's questions made those two lower their heads in shame.

These two are different from Du Er, and also different from Shadow.

They used to charge ahead, simply following orders from above, rarely taking initiative; originally it was just a small manor, and Jiang Yunchu thought two people would be enough.

Who would have thought it would let the two fall into it.

All right, think about it properly later. Jiang Yunchu said no more, instead having Shadow arrange for the two to go rest.

These past days, the two's clothes were somewhat ragged, scraped badly; it's clear their lives haven't been easy.

These people still need proper training. Wang Han looked at Jiang Yunchu and said.

He merely set up a very obvious little trap; if they had even a bit of vigilance, they wouldn't have been stuck for so many days, not only delaying the Wang Fu's affairs but also achieving his goal.

If the person who set this trap were someone else?

If someone else's purpose weren't simple? The target could be the Regent Prince's Manor, or...

His pupil color deepened, his brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything else.

Jiang Yunchu nodded, "We do need to train."

These people are uneven; they need unified training.

After all, the Wang Fu is a time of many troubles; if exploited by someone with ill intent, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just as dawn broke, the carriage unit returning to the Wang Fu was about to set off. These past days, Jiang Yunchu had discussed crops with those tenant farmers and even helped them devise a method of drawing water with wood, saving them much effort when irrigating their fields.

"Princess Consort, will you come back again?" a young woman, holding a little girl's hand, asked.

The little girl held a boiled egg, ran to Jiang Yunchu's side, placed the egg in her hand, and said, "Princess Consort, please eat."

Jiang Yunchu rubbed the girl's somewhat yellowish hair, looking at each smiling face; the people of this manor are special, and though her time here has been brief, she can sense that their class consciousness is the lowest.

Next year, I've reserved Sandy Field as a test plot; when the time comes I'll bring the Wang Fu's Young Master and Miss to plant alongside you." She curled her lips in anticipation, her whole self smiling, that smile reaching deep into her eyes.

Afterward, she looked at the little girl and softly said, "Do you still remember? I told you I would perform magic."

The little girl nodded deeply, "Princess Consort is amazing; she can conjure sweet, sweet candies."

Those few pieces of candy, she licks them each day, then lets her mother put them away, so they can last a long time.

She would never be willing to just gulp them all down at once.

Jiang Yunchu smiled, then let the village children all come out, and there was also a boy over ten, somewhat embarrassed.

"Come over, you too."

She smiled, and with a casual gesture, as if performing sleight-of-hand magic, she produced one piece of candy after another, then placed them into the hands of each child.

The children who received the candy each showed their purest, most innocent smiles.

I hope their smiles can last a little longer.

I hope this era will not disappoint their smiles.