After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 65

The land in Hexi was originally fertile, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, but years of unrestrained logging affected the climate. The surrounding mountains were barren. Floods and droughts year after year, the land was washed away and the land was scattered, often without harvest.

The imperial court attached great importance to it, and sent four officials to manage it, with little benefit.

Everyone knows that it is necessary to plant trees, but often a tree needs a lot of water to grow, and it takes a lot of manpower to barely survive a few, and the sick ones are even more windy and sandy in winter.

Every year, the imperial court received reports from local officials, and this year was no exception. Just in time for Ling Yan to return to Beijing, Emperor Zhao conveniently pushed the matter to him.

Ling Yan had the memorial in hand, and when he heard Su Yin's question, he took it out and looked at it again, "Do you have a solution?"

Su Yin rested her chin on the stack of books, blinked and gave him a small smile, "If I have a way, can your Highness exempt me from reading these books in the future?"

There was a tiny light in her eyes, and she could easily attract people. Ling Yan looked at her firmly after hearing the words, "Tell me first."

"It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to grow people. It is not easy to restore Hexi to its former lushness. It is too difficult to cultivate a tree, and the survival rate of transplanting is too low. It is better to change the way of thinking."

Su Yin's index finger unconsciously drew a circle on the table, "If you can't plant trees, then plant grass instead."

Ling Yan lowered his eyes, rubbing his fingers lightly on the memorial, "Continue."

"Grass is much easier to grow than trees, and it germinates faster. When the grass is almost grown, plant a few trees occasionally and grow them slowly. Of course, this can't be achieved in a short time, at least three to five years. Ten years at most."

It is the same reason that illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread.

After she finished speaking, Ling Yan pondered for a while, and then continued her words, "Mountains don't store water, and the grass that is transplanted on it will be washed away when it rains."

"Then add a few more hurdles on the mountain." Su Yin had already considered this problem without thinking about it. "It's late autumn now, there is not much rain in winter, and there will be no torrential rain, so the local people can transport some hurdles." Big rocks are fixed around the mountain or several ditches are dug to store water and prevent the transplanted grass from being blown away by the wind.”

After she finished speaking, the study suddenly fell silent.

Ling Yan didn't speak for a long while, as if she was considering whether the method she proposed was feasible or not.

Su Yin tilted her head against the book, and when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a chuckle, and looked up to meet Ling Yan's eyes, and it was rare to see some appreciation from it, "It's really a good way, you can try it."

Su Yin let out a long sigh of relief, and finally didn't need to read these obscure books anymore.

She stood up and patted the folds of her clothes, "In that case, Your Highness, I will..."

"Don't worry," Ling Yan interrupted, stopping her move to run away, and the interest in her eyes became more intense, "Aside from learning how to kill people, what else do you learn?"

Her few words outweighed the eloquent and long texts of many people, and if you look at the center, you can count on one hand with such ability.

Ling Yan originally thought that he knew her well enough, but now he realized that it was not the case. The closer he got, the more he felt that there were hills and valleys in her chest.

Such a person, Wu Yongda didn't make a good confession, but instead sent him out as an assassin?
Su Yin narrowed her eyes to cover the roiling emotions in her eyes, "I have nothing to do on weekdays, and I just like to think about it. It is my honor to help His Highness."

(End of this chapter)