My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

At this moment, at the backyard's flower field.

Gu Lan looked at the mature magic rice plants in front of him, which had grown to chest height, and revealed a satisfied smile! It was quite fulfilling to restore the high-yield crops from his previous life.

The method of the Great Life Art was already proficiently used by him. In an instant, the previously planted rice seeds had grown into a hundred magic rice plants, and the harvest of new rice seeds was countless!

Gu Lan was about to harvest when a gentle and familiar voice reached his ears.

"Master Gu?"

"Oh, you're back!"

Gu Lan looked over and saw Mu Yuyan holding a pot of fresh flowers, seemingly coming here to plant them.

However, the entire flower field was already occupied by tall magic rice plants, leaving no space for planting flowers.

"It seems that there's no room for the flowers you bought..." Gu Lan scratched his head apologetically and smiled.

"It's okay... But Master Gu, what are you growing here?"

As Mu Yuyan entered the backyard, she was shocked by the sight of the magic rice plants! She had never seen such large crops before! Just from the appearance, it seemed like... the grains!

Yes, it was grains! Just a slight sniff, and the fragrance of rice drifted from the flower field. Despite being in the third month of spring, it gave the illusion of an autumn harvest!

It had been a long time since Mu Yuyan visited the backyard, and she didn't know when Gu Lan had planted them!

Mu Yuyan's beautiful eyes fixed on the field of magic rice, and her breath gradually quickened. At that moment, Liu Yexi also barged in and, seeing the six or seven feet tall magic rice, opened her mouth in amazement.

"Young Master, what are you growing?!"

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"Why does it look so much like... oversized rice?!"

Gu Lan smiled slightly and beckoned to them, "Exactly, this is rice, but the yield is just a bit higher than ordinary rice!"

"Come, come over here. Let me introduce you to the variety from my hometown!"

Gu Lan was somewhat proud as he explained the qualities and characteristics of magic rice to the two. When they heard that the yield of this oversized magic rice was tens of times that of ordinary rice, and the growth cycle was only one-third, they were speechless!

Grains!! This was the sought-after source of food they dreamed of. The Jing Nation urgently needed this foundation!

Mu Yuyan's delicate hand touched the abundant grains, and her eyes gradually moistened. "Master Gu, how did you grow this kind of magic rice?

Even with the strength reaching the immortal realm, she had never heard of a method to completely improve the attributes of plants! After all, humans were just humans, not gods!

"It's not me who grew it."

Gu Lan, who had always claimed classic lines from his past life as his own, now went against the norm. He shook his head gently, "This was grown by an old man from my hometown. I just borrowed it."

"Where is that old man now?"

Mu Yuyan asked eagerly, feeling that he must be some hidden immortal.

Gu Lan remained silent. Seeing his expression, Mu Yuyan immediately understood that she had asked the wrong question. She apologized softly, "I'm sorry, Master Gu..."

Gu Lan rubbed the rice unconsciously and shook his head, saying, "No need to apologize. In the future, we'll use this magic rice to let it grow and spread on this land, making it similar to my hometown, blessed by the planter..."

Gods didn't need temples, nor did they need prayers. It was just that every wisp of rising smoke in the dusk carried the yearning of mortals.

They could see it—the tenderness in Gu Lan's eyes when he mentioned his hometown. It was a long-lasting affection imprinted in his blood!

Mu Yuyan's eyes carried a hint of envy, murmuring softly, "Master Gu's hometown sounds like a place people long for..."

A moment later.

Gu Lan smiled brightly, patted her head, and said, "Let's go, let's go back for dinner first. We'll use this new rice to let you taste the flavor of my hometown."

...

At the dinner table, Old Yang ate several bowls of rice in a row.

"Young Master, I didn't expect that, excepts the good wine, the rice you bought is also so fragrant!"

Life for people in ancient times was truly hard, but fortunately, I was born in the sunshine and grew up in the spring breeze... Gu Lan said calmly, "I didn't buy it from others... If you like it, have more. You'll have enough of this rice in the future!"

After saying that, he picked up some vegetables for his wife.

With the cultivation method of the Great Life Art, it was easy to obtain a grain storehouse just with the grains in hand.

Mu Yuyan, restrained by her image, resisted the desire to have some more, wiped her rosy lips gently with the tissue and asked, "Master Gu, how much grain did you harvest? There seems to be a lot in the backyard."

"A total of one hundred plants."

Gu Lan replied.

"One hundred plants... Are the ones above all mature grains?!"

Liu Yexi subconsciously glanced at the female Emperor and, trying to suppress the shock in her eyes, asked quickly.

"Of course."

Gu Lan nodded affirmatively.

With the Great Life Art, how could there be defective products?

"Young Master, now that we have so many grains in our hands, what do you plan to do with them?"

Upon hearing Yexi's question, Gu Lan found that he really hadn't thought about it. Even if he planted these one hundred plants, it was just a whim, trying to see if he could restore the flower magic rice.

Who knew that there would be so many precious grain seeds all of a sudden!

Gu Lan looked at Mu Yuyan and asked softly, "My lady, what do you think?"

"We don't have land in Gu Residence. If we only keep it for ourselves, we won't be able to finish them all. It's a bit wasteful."

Mu Yuyan pondered for a moment and said seriously, "What if we sell them to common people?"

She naturally hoped that the people of the Jing Nation could buy such divine grains. With just one planting this year, they wouldn't have to suffer from hunger and cold in the future. Moreover, as long as the people were well-fed, the Great Jing would have the confidence to resist the Demon Realm and not be bullied again!

This was what Mu Yuyan had always dreamed of!

Caring so much about a mortal's thoughts, this isn't how the female Emperor would do back in the capital... Liu Yexi glanced at the female Emperor, who was seeking Gu Lan's opinion.

But complaining aside, she actually knew that it was because the female Emperor cared too much about Gu Lan.

Otherwise, if it were ordinary people, the female Emperor wouldn't have to go through such trouble to collect grains!

The world belonged to the Emperor, and the Emperor belonged to the Gu family, so it wasn't a problem to do business with the Gu family and the Jing Nation... Liu Yexi thought.

Before Gu Lan could reply, Old Yang on the side nodded his head and said earnestly, ''Madam's thoughts are considerate! If we sell the good rice, not only can we make some money, but we can also help save the hungry people, preventing them from starving... Good.

Good!" The more difficult life is for those who have experienced hardship, the more they embody the saying, "In a lowly position, one dare not forget the worries of the country." Old Yang might not be eloquent, but his intentions were clear.

Gu Lan couldn't help but glance at the old man, feeling somewhat moved in her heart. "Old Yang, what you said is right... Madam's heart is so kind, and it coincides with the wishes of the old man who cultivated the magic rice..."

"Well, let's sell all these grain seeds, sell them to the military garrisons at the border and those impoverished areas. The price can be the same as regular rice!"

In the previous life, the magic rice was like this—no patents, no exorbitant prices, allowing oneself to be deeply grateful and eat hearty meals.

In this life, Gu Lan felt that she had no right to use it to amass wealth!

For the sake of the world, for the livelihood of the people, for inheriting the knowledge of the past sages, for bringing eternal peace to all generations...

A scholar should act in such a manner.