The Farm Girl's Charismatic Fortune-Chapter 373 - 369: Indeed, It’s Not the Brother Anymore

The problem with the soldiers from the Western Frontier was solved by Ruo Hai, but there were still some issues with the officials that were unresolved, and these were not Ruo Hai’s forte.

Xuanyuan Que handled some officials—directly dealt with the corrupt ones and those who oppressed the people, thus their properties were confiscated.

Those bribed by neighboring countries were kept to continue the communications, while the rest were dealt with.

After dealing with these officials, the group continued northward.

At one mountain, Ruo Xuan used her Spiritual Power to cultivate the mycelium and spores of a certain caterpillar fungus, which would grow wildly once the snow and ice melted.

There was a region highly suitable for cotton cultivation, so she gave some cotton seeds to the local officials, who were to distribute them to the people and teach them the planting and management methods for different stages, ensuring that he oversaw the cultivation.

Ruo Xuan also estimated the yield per acre and mentioned that someone would be dispatched to collect the cotton, ensuring there would be no concerns about selling it.

Hearing the cotton yield Ruo Xuan spoke of, the corner of that official’s mouth twitched as he thought to himself: Prince Xiaojiu wants to do something practical to accumulate achievements, but unfortunately, Princess Wuyou doesn’t understand, and I’m afraid it might backfire.

Seeing through his doubts, Shopkeeper Gu warned, "You must plant according to the methods Princess Wuyou has given, otherwise you will be held accountable for negligence! Remember, Princess Wuyou is capable of growing mushrooms."

The official was shocked and immediately responded with a serious expression, "This subordinate will surely follow the instructions."

Ruo Xuan also planned to open a weaving workshop here, specializing in the production of cotton fabric.

After all, transporting cotton was far too inconvenient.

She shared this idea with Xuanyuan Que, who then instructed Shopkeeper Gu to make the arrangements.

After staying in the area for a few days, Ruo Xuan and Xuanyuan Que moved on to the next locale.

The next place was extremely suitable for grape cultivation.

She improved a batch of grapes with her Spiritual Power, making them high-yielding and sweeter.

She encouraged the villagers to plant more, as the harvested grapes could be dried or made into wine, and she would send someone to buy them later.

There were already people making grape wine, but Ruo Xuan knew the characteristics of the grapes she had improved and gave them a recipe.

She also demonstrated how to make it with the ripened grapes.

Of course, it was Ruo Xuan who gave the instructions, while Xuanyuan Que and Shopkeeper Gu did the work.

That flower was only good at talking; her hands were useless.

When Ruo Xuan left the small town, it had been a month, and in that time, the locals planted a hundred acres of grapes, and all the plants survived.

The sunlight scattered upon the lush grapevines, as if one could foresee a near future laden with fruitful harvests and abundant hope.

Ruo Xuan then took Xuanyuan Que to the next destination.

This location was suitable for growing jujubes, and she cultivated a batch of jujube seedlings in the Breath Soil of her Qiankun Bag, which Xuanyuan Que transported over to be given to the locals. She taught them how to grow jujubes that were plentiful and good, and she revived the trees before departing.

In some areas, Ruo Xuan felt they were ideal for cultivating medicinal herbs, so she would stay, purchase land to plant the herbs, and teach the locals how to select the right soil for cultivation.

The journey continued to the edge of the Northern Border.

Since there was conflict in the Northern Border, they did not intend to proceed but instead headed directly back to the Capital City.

On their return via the High Road, they also stopped frequently; whenever Ruo Xuan encountered poorly growing crops, she would bolster their growth, and any corrupt officials they met were dealt with and the silver they acquired was confiscated.

By the time the group returned to the Capital City, it was the end of the year, and Chinese New Year’s Eve was just a couple of days away!

The Emperor, in disguise, came to the city gate to welcome the Empress Dowager, and couldn’t help but remark cynically, "Have you become so content out there that you forgot about home?"

It was supposed to be an inspection tour of Nanzhou, from the south to the west, and then to the north!

It was practically half a circle around Xuanyuan Country!

You’ve been away for a whole year, and the wars have already ended!

Beixian Country, Western Wolf Country, Nanling Country, all sent letters of submission!

The Empress Dowager laughed and said, "Almost, I really didn’t want to come back! After Xuanbao and Xiaojiu’s wedding, I plan to keep traveling!"

The Imperial Astronomical Bureau had already chosen a good date; the marriage of Xuanbao and Xiaojiu was set for the day when the dragon raises its head.

After the new year had passed, Xuanbao turned eighteen, twenty in the reckoning of virtual age. Neither too early nor too late, it was just the perfect time to get married.

The emperor: "..."

This was never going to end!

After the ninth prince and Xuanbao had their grand wedding, it would finally be his turn to go out incognito!

They could just stay in the capital city and raise children!

On New Year’s Eve, there was a palace banquet.

The first thing Ruo Xuan did upon returning to the capital city was to practice making hand-pulled noodles.

This year, she decided to make a unique bowl of longevity noodles!

She wanted them as thin as hair!

Because Ruo Xuan had just happened to encounter a wife who had made longevity noodles for her husband on the road, the kind that are pulled, she specially learned for a month and moved her husband to tears.

Ruo Xuan also wanted to move Xuanyuan Que, so she went into the palace to learn how to make hand-pulled noodles from the chefs in the Imperial Kitchen.

As a result, Xuanyuan Que felt that for the past couple of days, that flower had been entering the palace without once coming to see him.

Knowing that she was probably preparing a birthday gift for him, Xuanyuan Que restrained himself from finding out what she was actually doing.

If she was going to the Imperial Kitchen to study, it probably wasn’t to make longevity noodles.

She was a flower that was lazy about using her hands for anything except skincare and cosmetics, which she took an interest in making herself and never grew tired of over the years. For everything else, her enthusiasm was short-lived.

He was reassured.

This time, Ruo Xuan really put her spirit into learning how to make hand-pulled noodles, starting with kneading the dough.

Originally, she wasn’t good at it, but later when she treated the dough as if it were clay, she kneaded it very well.

The same went for pulling the noodles; no matter how she pulled or tossed them, she couldn’t turn one strand into many.

She pulled the dough as if it were her own roots.

It worked beautifully, very successfully. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Not only could she pull the noodles into dragon’s beard thinness, but she could also make them as fine as hair!

Treating the dough like her own roots, Ruo Xuan was like someone who had activated a cheat code, able to pull as many strands as she wanted, as fine as she desired!

The head chef of the Imperial Kitchen was astonished: "Princess Wuyou is truly clever, to have learned so quickly!"

He cast a disdainful glance at his own formal apprentices beside him, who, after half a month, still hadn’t quite got the hang of it.

Indeed, comparisons really can drive one to despair!

So, on New Year’s Eve morning, Xuanyuan Que woke up to a bowl of fragrant and good-looking regular noodles personally served to him by a certain flower.

To say they were regular isn’t quite right either; these noodles were too thin, like hair, and coiled into a nest in the bowl, resembling a sun or a honeycomb.

Ruo Xuan made a noodle twenty-two meters long, because it was as thin as hair; it formed just a tiny clump.

Xuanyuan Que was a bit skeptical that she had once again skimped on her efforts and directly had the Imperial Kitchen’s head chef make them.

But the full scent of flowers could not deceive.

Her body naturally carried the scent of flowers, and she had spiritual energy, so the noodles she made would also have her spiritual energy and fragrance.

Last year’s noodles had been the same, full of her essence.

Of course, it was because his senses were exceptionally sensitive that he could smell it.

"Divine Lord Xuanyuan, happy birthday!" Ruo Xuan looked at Xuanyuan Que with a face full of anticipation.

Xuanyuan Que’s heart stirred slightly. It had been a long time since she had called him Divine Monarch, and suddenly hearing her address him that way seemed quite nice.

Indeed, he was no longer merely a brother.