I have deep resentment

After Song Zhiyuan left the court, he went to Dingbei Palace to pay homage to me.

With the old housekeeper leading the way, Song Zhiyuan saw Song Ci standing by the vegetable field directing the farmers to plant.

Song Zhiyuan: “…”

He looked at the old housekeeper with some helplessness and guilt, and said, "My mother is really rude. Please send the housekeeper to the Prime Minister's Mansion for losses. I will send someone to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

The old butler said in fear and trepidation: "The Prime Minister is a slaughter of the old slave. What losses can a garden cause? It's just that the lady has free time to have fun and is not worth it. If you really send compensation for the losses, the old slave will not be able to see the prince and the princess."

Song Zhiyuan said: "My mother is naughty, thank you for your hard work these days."

"The lady is still strong and cheerful. She is not at all troublesome for the servants to serve her. Don't say that." The old butler bowed.

Song Ci had already turned around at the reminder of Madam Gong, took the handkerchief she handed over, and asked while wiping her hands, "Boss, why are you here?"

Song Zhiyuan walked over, bowed and said, "I will always come to pay my respects to my mother."

Song Ci said oh, glanced at the potato cubes that had been planted, and said, "All of them are ready, just cover them with a layer of soil, and then sprinkle some water a little, don't let the soil be too dry or too wet... Okay, you guys are busy!"

The farmer watched her leave.

Wait until someone disappeared and said, "Can this really sprout? Plant it?"

Chen Dadao: "The greenhouse vegetables have already started to be planted. The wife of the Winter has not grown it last year, so I believe her."

Chen Da was the one who helped Song Ci grow vegetables in greenhouses, but now he has been transferred to grow potatoes again.

Chen Da was very happy. Since he succeeded in planting vegetables in a greenhouse, he has blindly admired Song Ci. Occasionally, some of the agricultural planting maintenance she mentioned can refresh his horizons.

So this time he planted this bean, oh, potatoes, and he also had confidence.

Chen Da, the head responsible for growing potatoes, said that, no one dared to object, and they worked hard at the moment. Anyway, they would not lose money if they could not plant them or not. They did it according to the words of the Grandma.

Although they don’t think they can grow the potato cube just by throwing it off the ground, the precious people don’t have the share of what they want to do with it.

Song Ci returned to Cixin Hall and washed up first, then sat opposite Song Zhiyuan and said, "After saying that, why don't you go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do?"

Song Zhiyuan was amused and crying: "Mother, your tone makes your son very unfilial. Do you really have to have something to come to see you? You have been here for a long time after you came to the palace, so I will not be allowed to worry about you. Come and ask you for peace?"

This resentment is very deep.

Song Ci glanced over and said, "For my mother, you can eat, sleep and do it. Don't worry!"

Song Zhiyuan: "Son knows that you have caused trouble to the garden of the royal palace."

"Wei Mom is going to do a big thing, what do you know?" Song Ci glared at him: "I don't understand if I tell you."

"I know you are planting the fruits from abroad, and I heard they can be eaten."

Song Ci's mouth twitched.

"What kind of fruit? They are potatoes. They can cook vegetables and food." Song Ci rolled his eyes. Who said the fruit? He laughed so hard.

Song Zhiyuan didn't care. She would do whatever she wanted. She took a sip of tea and said her true intention: "Mom, I've transferred the third brother back."

"Hmm. Hum?" Song Ci raised her head and transferred the third brother back?

That illegitimate son of the Lu family?
Chapter completed!