"Emperor!"
"Emperor, what are you thinking?"
Xia Ruqing called him twice, but there was no response, so she asked this question.
Zhao Junyao furrowed his brows and said.
"I was thinking, it’s so hot in the Capital City..."
"Then it must be getting warmer even in the usually cold eastern and northern areas!"
Xia Ruqing pondered and said.
"Definitely!"
Mind muttering: Is there even a need to think about this?
Zhao Junyao fell silent again.
After a long time of deep thought, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly took out a few books, then began to flip through them hastily.
Xia Ruqing took a closer look.
Aren’t these the local chronicles of Great Chu that I often read?
She was quite curious.
These books are the most basic and simple introductions to the regions; the Emperor should have already known them thoroughly.
"Emperor, what are you looking for?"
Zhao Junyao didn’t even lift his head, nor did he speak. His hands continued to swiftly flip through the books, faster and faster.
Xia Ruqing: "..."
After a cup of tea’s time, Zhao Junyao finally closed the books.
Then he pondered for a while before saying.
"Since the northern area also gets warm sometimes, then their land there must be able to grow crops!"
"Just find some that have short growing periods and mature quickly, they can be planted once a year!"
"During the rest of the cold periods, they can continue to herd livestock!"
"In this way, herding and farming won’t interfere with each other!"
"Even in times of disaster, there is an additional layer of security!"
Xia Ruqing was confused listening to this.
She had never seen the north before.
In her mind, she hurriedly pulled out the modern map.
Hmm... The northern area is Inner Mongolia, then the northeast is three provinces, northwest is... Xinjiang?
But can this... really be the same?
Even if it is, she doesn’t understand farming matters.
Better not to think about it.
"Emperor... I don’t understand..." You better discuss this with the ministers.
"However... I only know that the people rely on food as their primary need, you are trying to find a way for the people to be well-fed!"
"If this succeeds, there will be a lot fewer disaster victims each year, this is indeed a merit!"
Zhao Junyao tapped her on the forehead.
"You’re the one with the sweet mouth!"
"I don’t seek merit, I just hope the people can have food and live a stable life!"
Speaking, he stood up to leave.
Xia Ruqing stood up and chuckled.
"Emperor is wise!"
"Seeing the Emperor off!"
...
After Zhao Junyao left, Xia Ruqing looked at the sky, feeling lazy.
"It’s noon again, recently it’s been so hot, I don’t want to eat anything!"
Zi Yue smiled and said.
"There are some new fruits, why don’t you try them? They could whet your appetite!"
Xia Ruqing thought for a while.
"I want to eat watermelon! Cut a few pieces!"
"Okay!"
Zi Yue replied and went out, soon carrying in a plate of watermelon.
The skin was emerald green, the flesh bright red, juicy and tender, it looked enticing.
Xia Ruqing ate the watermelon with a small silver fork, while also looking at those local chronicles.
Muttering: What is the Emperor looking at?!
Isn’t it still the same?
She’s leisurely eating.
Then Henger and Yeye came along, they couldn’t walk yet, but were crawling and wobbling.
Sister Jiang and Sister Liang found it amusing yet frustrating.
"Madam, the Little Princes are craving for it!"
Xia Ruqing looked at them, rolled her eyes, and gently fed a little watermelon juice to her two sons with a small silver spoon.
They tasted a little, smacked their lips, and their eyes lit up.
Both craned their necks, their big eyes saying: I want more!
"No more!"
"Madam, the Little Princes aren’t even a year old, they can’t eat these things!"
Xia Ruqing didn’t mind.
Just a bit of watermelon juice, a spoonful looks like only one milliliter.
Is it really that exaggerated?
Little boys, why so precious.
So she fed another two milliliters.
When Little Bun wanted more, she finally turned stern.
"Cannot eat anymore!"
Sister Jiang and Sister Liang sighed in relief.
When Little Bun still wanted to cry, they quickly took him away.
He’s hungry, taking him to the Wetnurse Nanny for breastfeeding.
After the children left.
Xia Ruqing also put down the watermelon, feeling somewhat bored.
Then started chatting idly with Zi Yue.
"I wonder how the Empress outside the palace is doing, with such a big change in the palace, does she know?"
Zi Yue shook her head.
"Probably not well?!"
"What’s the difference if she knows, she cannot come back!"
Xia Ruqing was puzzled.
"Why?"
Zi Yue thought for a while and said.
"Madam, what master who entered a monastery can come back?"
Shaven-headed monastic life is only slightly better than being sentenced to death.