After the grandson of Old Man Meng was brought back, he was thrown into the woodshed. He even had a meal a day, and only guaranteed that he would not starve to death.

When a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child is about to grow up, how can he endure such torture? He yells in the woodshed every day, kicking the door panel rumbling. Unfortunately, Deyang has already issued an order, and no one dares to approach him and lets him rush inside.

After six or seven days like this, Kyoto was so excited that it was welcomed by the envoys from various countries. Old Man Meng also came to send rent with his fellow villagers.

Kyoto was lively due to the arrival of envoys from various countries, and the Homo Mansion became lively due to the arrival of Old Man Meng.

The fertile fields in the west are everywhere. If he really brought the grain, he would probably not have enough granaries in the entire Constant Mansion. Old Man Meng did not have such great ability. In the past, the imperial court sent a cart to carry it on his own. This is the first time this year he personally escorted it. Therefore, he adapted it and only pulled three trucks of grain over, and the rest was exchanged for gold.

After three full grain trucks were sent to the Matsu Mansion, many people in the mansion had their eyes red, and those who wanted to laugh at the down-and-out princess were even more hated.

Even when Madam Fuling saw the three heavy carriages, she couldn't help but lower her eyes, blocking the envy in her eyes.

Before Deyang entered the Proton Mansion, she thought she was an outstanding think tank wife in the Proton Mansion, and she often used the model for comparison when the protons in the mansion used her women to teach her women. At the time in Fuling, she gave advice for the Fuling Prince. If he had not been indecisive, she would still be a glorious prince now. Even if he later entered the Proton Mansion of the Dahuang Dynasty, the Fuling Madam had tried her best to make the Fuling Prince a priest become the Imperial College Priest. Although her life is not rich, she is still quite decent. As long as she is not as acute as before she was born, she is basically worry-free.

Mrs. Fuling has always been proud, and all the women in the host family have also admired her. But now looking at the three trucks of grain trucks, Mrs. Fuling has discovered her shallowness for the first time, but she has struggled to maintain her life. What's there to be proud of?

Speaking of which, Princess Deyang is the most down-and-out and miserable one. The country is gone, the family is gone, betrayed and abandoned by her fiancé, marry a fool, and live in a house without freedom. She should have lived a life of relying on others, why could she turn her destiny in such a short time?

Princess Deyang, what is better than her?

Mrs. Fuling narrowed her eyes slightly, endured the dissatisfaction in her heart, and turned to Qinglan next to her and said, "Mrs. Xiahou is indeed a means. You have seen it now. When you treat her in the future, you must not be as rude as before. It makes people secretly laugh at me for not knowing how to train my servants, and even I am despised."

Qinglan quickly lowered her head and said yes.

Mrs. Fuling thought for a while and said, "I have already figured out what she said. No matter what, I can't leave Jiang'er. Alas, the young master will suffer some grievances."

Qinglan's face looked slightly bitter and very sad.

Mrs. Fuling stood among the flowers, looked at the three trucks of food that were about to fall into her feet again, and sighed softly: "In the future, we may rely on Mrs. Xiahou..."

As the maid of Mrs. Fuling, Qinglan could naturally hear the loss contained in Mrs. Fuling's tone, but the situation was stronger than others, and they had no other choice but to bow their heads!
Chapter completed!