Chapter 290: Go Find Qin He

There were more than ten acres of land, and the fields reclaimed by Lin Yao were no longer being planted.

There were also He Zu's farmlands, where peanuts, beans, and the like had all been harvested. The Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works had plenty of manpower for planting.

The Chinese cabbage and green radish seeds were planted over several days. The land in the wasteland was bone-dry, and walking on it felt like walking on dry soil. While planting seeds, cultivators with water *Qi* roots used summoning artifacts to summon rain.

Qin He was among them; she was blessed.

"Are there any fruits?" Qin He's clothes were soaked with sweat, and she felt dizzy.

Autumn in the wasteland was also very scorching, no worse than summer. The men were a bit better off, but the women couldn't stand this hot autumn. Qin He regretted it to death.

Had she known it would be so hard in the wasteland, she wouldn't have gotten involved.

An official from the Ministry of Revenue was stunned, pondered for a moment, and said: "There are melons."

A subordinate went to fetch a watermelon, cut it open, and the cultivators temporarily stopped summoning to eat the melon. Qin He took a bite; the melon was a bit sweet, but it was far inferior to the ordinary watermelons planted by Qin Yan.

"This melon is not delicious," Qin He said with disdain.

Others glanced at her and said nothing. Having something to eat was good enough; she was too picky.

A few people were eating melon and whispering on the side.

"This melon is sweet enough, yet she still complains it's not delicious. I wonder what kind of melons she has eaten?"

"She is a concubine's daughter from the second branch of the Qin Yan Hou Fu. This piece of land belongs to the Marquis Manor. It is said that the melons planted there are icy and sweet. She must have eaten them, so it's no wonder she complains that the bought melons are not delicious."

"But there are no watermelons in autumn. If there are, they were kept from before. How delicious can a melon that wasn't just picked be? The Ministry of Revenue is already good for cutting up watermelon."

Qin He vaguely heard a few sentences and smiled, explaining: "I have eaten spirit melons. Melons with *Qi* really taste very good. After eating spirit melons, ordinary watermelons really cannot compare."

As soon as these words were spoken, two young women immediately became interested.

"You have eaten spirit melons?"

Qin He smiled: "Yes, I can eat them every year."

In fact, it was only after Fubao was born that Qin He could eat more spirit melons in the summer. Before that, the He Heir had only given her spirit melons once or twice. But who would know if she didn't say it? Qin He wanted to create the image that she was very blessed.

"So envious, you are so lucky?!" a young girl said with a face full of envy.

"Spirit melons are very expensive. Did you buy them?" another young girl questioned.

"Others gave them to me," Qin He said, not mentioning the He Heir.

But some people knew Qin He, so they turned to discuss with their companions in a low voice. The young girl looked at Qin He with a complex expression, a mix of jealousy and envy. For a concubine's daughter of a Marquis Manor to be kept in mind by a powerful Heir—what great fortune!

The marriage between the He Heir and Qin He didn't work out, yet he still arranged a good marriage for Qin He. This showed the He Heir's care for Qin He. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Qin He was the He Heir's "white moonlight."

Qin He enjoyed the envious gazes of the women. Just as she was feeling a bit proud, she ate the melon and continued to summon rain. Qin He suddenly felt a headache, and before long, she felt dizzy.

After holding on for half a day, Qin He went to rest.

"Why don't you go back and rest?" the official in charge of planting from the Ministry of Revenue said.

Qin He wanted to leave, but she was unwilling. She didn't want to suffer, but she wanted a good reputation.

The official said: "Your spirit mansion was just healed; it is not easy to consume a large amount of spirit power to summon."

"But..." Qin He told the official from the Ministry of Revenue, and also told herself: "I am blessed! I can bring benefits to the crops in the farmland. Perhaps I can grow Chinese cabbage and green radishes with *Qi*."

As soon as these words were spoken, the official from the Ministry of Revenue said nothing more. Chinese cabbage and green radishes with *Qi* were ingredients everyone longed for. With more than ten acres of land, growing half an acre of spirit vegetables would be fine.

Qin He followed along and suffered for several days, and the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works finally planted all the Chinese cabbage and green radishes.

Qin He returned to the Xue Wang Manor, tired and aching. The Xue Wang Fei asked: "How are the farmlands planted?"

"All the seeds have been planted," Qin He frowned: "Only when they sprout will we know how many spirit vegetable seedlings there are. The wasteland has no rain all year round, and the soil is too dry. I'm afraid it will affect germination."

The Xue Wang Fei was not worried: "If spirit vegetable seedlings grow, the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works will naturally find ways to summon rain for irrigation."

As long as they were spirit vegetables, the Emperor would care. The only fear was that not a single spirit vegetable would grow.

If Qin He grew spirit vegetables...

The Xue Wang Fei was excited, and the entire Xue Wang Manor would follow suit and have a glorious face.

"Go and rest quickly," the Xue Wang Fei said kindly.

Qin He returned to the Heir's courtyard and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Since she had transmigrated, she had never suffered like this. Farming was too tiring, especially in the wasteland, which was simply scorching.

These days, Qin Bi was idle, boiling bean pods, peanuts, and corn at home, eating and eating. The little milk bun Rong Chi also followed along, eating and eating.

The little Imperial Prince Yan Xun ran over, his eyes red with envy.

After accompanying them for a meal, the little Imperial Prince went to find the Rong Heir: "Can I stay at your house?"

The Rong Heir sneered and refused: "No."

Eating his son's food, drinking his son's drink, and still wanting to stay long-term? Dream on. He was the same as the Great Yan Emperor; he couldn't move when he saw delicious food. The Rong Heir knew that the Great Yan Imperial family produced foodies.

The little Imperial Prince: "..."

The little Imperial Prince didn't want to leave, so the Rong Heir gave the little milk bun to Qin Bi and personally sent the little Imperial Prince back to the palace.

Once back in the palace, the little Imperial Prince kept nagging the Rong Heir: "Can't I stay at the Rong Wang Manor for a few days? I like Rong Yang and Rong Chi so much. I will miss them if I don't see them."

The Rong Heir was disdainful, not believing his nonsense. He was probably just thinking about the food at his house.

"Go find Qin He," the Rong Heir pointed the way: "Qin He is blessed. In the past two years, she has benefited a lot from your Imperial family. If you want to eat good food, go to the Xue Wang Manor. Fubao has eaten plenty of food from the palace."

The little Imperial Prince stopped talking; he had no expectations for Qin He and Fubao.

He had only ever seen Fubao clamoring about being blessed, entering the palace to eat and take things, but the little Imperial Prince had never seen Fubao bring anything into the palace to give to the Imperial Princes. The little Imperial Prince had no expectations for Fubao at all.

As for Qin He?

A concubine's daughter from the Marquis Manor; the little Imperial Prince didn't feel that Qin He was blessed.

Fubao was at least a child born after swallowing two auspicious clouds. What did Qin He have? It was only rumored that she was blessed. Oh, the little Imperial Prince remembered: a concubine's daughter being able to marry into the Xue Wang Manor was indeed a bit of a blessing.

Entering the palace to see the Great Yan Emperor, the Rong Heir hadn't left yet. The Great Yan Emperor gave the little Imperial Prince a wink: What did you bring back?

The little Imperial Prince spread his hands in the dark; he didn't bring anything back. He wasn't even full from eating; he just tasted something fresh. The boiled bean pods, boiled peanuts, and boiled corn were truly delicious, as was the jam.

When Rong Yang was eating, the little Imperial Prince was fawning over his younger brother on the side. Rong Yang gave him a bite, and it was incredibly delicious.

The Great Yan Emperor kept a straight face: "Rong *He Ai Qing*, you have been at home for a long time. It is time to attend the morning court and share my worries. It won't do for Rong Chi to stay at home all the time. Bring him to the morning court another day." ===== CHAPTER 291 =====