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Yu'er's expression was extremely solemn. Yun Qiu had never seen it before. Therefore, Yun Qiu was now listening to Yu'er very seriously. Yu'er's voice was incomparably serious as she said, "Miss, in fact, when I saw Young Master growing such unique crops, I actually thought of one person."

"Who?" Yun Qiu asked urgently. One had to know that Yu'er's words might really be able to solve her doubts. Yun Qiu hated the feeling of being swayed by his emotions. It was too unbearable.

Yu'er looked at Yun Qiu strangely. She did not know why Yun Qiu kept pursuing this question, but when it came to the subject of that character, Yu'er felt a surge of emotions.

"Miss, do you know who the commoners love and love the most?" Yu'er did not reveal the identity of the other party and instead asked Yun Qiu a question in a mysterious manner.

Actually, to Yun Qiu, this was a very simple question. The people loved and respected the ruler of the world. However, Yun Qiu understood Yu'er best. She knew that Yu'er would never randomly ask her a question out of boredom, so she was very conflicted about this question. He really couldn't understand it no matter how much he thought about it!

Yun Qiu had not read many books and knew that their opinions on their own were actually unworthy of mention. Yun Qiu thought about it and asked, "Monarch?"

The current emperor was actually quite good, giving the commoners a happy life. Thus, Yunqiu felt that the person the commoners loved was the emperor, and Yu'er was referring to the commoners. Not just a single person, which meant that the person the people loved was definitely famous. The people of the entire country knew about him and loved him. As Yun Qiu thought about it, the emperor's white-haired appearance appeared in her mind. Although he could not be sure, Yun Qiu felt that this was probably the answer.

Yu'er seemed to have long known Yun Qiu's answer. She shook her head regretfully. "Miss, the people love us the most!"

Yu'er's words made sense, but Yun Qiu could not help but be shocked. The people love the peasants the most? Yun Qiu could not figure out the relationship between the two. Many of the commoners were actually ploughing for a living, so Yu'er's answer was beyond Yun Qiu's expectations.

The people were peasants, but the people loved them the most? Yun Qiu lingered on the spot, lowering his head in contemplation. In the end, a thought flashed through his mind, and he instantly understood the meaning of Yu'er's answer. So it was that simple! Yu'er's answer was that the people loved and cherished the peasants the most. She was simply referring to the importance of the peasants. And why are farmers so important? Of course, it was because the peasants could cultivate. They did not waste any effort to grow food for the people, and they fed thousands and millions of people.

After Yu'er's reminder, Yunqiu also remembered a story about a farmer. She didn't know if Yu'er was thinking the same thing.

This story had been told to her by her mother back at the Yun Family. The content of the story was probably a farmer getting rich, eventually becoming a person in a high spring.

Looking at Yun Qiu's expression of enlightenment, Yu'er smiled and asked, "Miss, do you remember now?"

Yun Qiu nodded. Obviously, they were indeed thinking of the same story.

But Yun Qiu did not dare to imagine the connection between this story and the flute. Yun Qiu only knew that because Yu'er was the child of a poor family, he still remembered these matters well and had not forgotten them until now.

Yu'er said, "Miss, in fact, I just think that Young Master is very special. Who knows, the next person who might succeed is Young Master!"

Speaking of which, Yu Er really admired that farmer. She couldn't remember his specific name, but she still remembered his story. That is to say, a farmer who specializes in growing rice becomes the nation's largest producer of grain. Yu'er didn't know that person's name. In any case, in her heart, she revered him as the "King of Rice".

Although Yu'er's story was true, Yun Qiu did not dare believe it and directly ignored it. If the flute was truly a successful farmer, then he was probably gone by now.

Yun Qiu and Yu'er stood there in a daze as the flute suddenly called out, "My wife, come and help!" Yun Qiu turned his head and saw the night flute sweating profusely and hastily ran over. Yu'er also ran over.

"Young Master, do you need me to do anything?"

The flute pointed at the bucket and said indifferently, "Take this in."

"Yes sir!" Yu'er instantly answered. Although Yu'er tried her best to hide her excitement, Yun Qiu could still read her thoughts, "There will be meat to eat tonight." Yun Qiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that she had really starved Yu'er to death. It seemed that she needed to go for a walk.

Just as Yun Qiu was lost in thought, the flute had arrived at her side. With a gentle expression, he asked, "My wife, what are you thinking about?"

Yun Qiu shook his head, smiling without a word. Seeing the night flute gathering up his tools, he thought it was about time for him to end his work. Yun Qiu turned around and continued thinking. Suddenly, he felt that there was no movement behind him, and his heart skipped a beat. When he turned around to look, he didn't know when, but the flute was already squatting on the ground. And his expression seems to be trying to hold something back.

Yun Qiu took a step forward and asked curiously, "Husband, what's wrong?" Upon seeing that Yun Qiu had turned back to look for him, Night Tide immediately stood up and smiled to Yun Qiu. "My wife, I have nothing else to do. Let's go." As he spoke, he prepared to move forward, but his face suddenly paled and his body froze on the spot.

"Husband, what happened to you?" Yun Qiu worriedly supported the flute, but in his heart, he was thinking about how the flute had been injured. She clearly remembered that the night flute was still fine just now. Yun Qiu wanted to ask what was going on, but was afraid that the night flute would be silent, so she was worried and didn't know what to do.

At this time, the flute smiled and said, "My wife, your husband is really getting old. Even catching a fish would allow a fish to take a bite. " Yunqiu was puzzled, but the flute continued, "There are pests in the fields, and those pests are the food of the fish in the fields. They live in the fields, which is very unfavorable for the crops. But I forgot how I got bitten. "

Oh, so that's how it is. Yun Qiu heaved a sigh of relief. She thought something had happened to the flute. On second thought, wasn't the flute very good at farming? Looks like I can rule out the possibility of that rice king.

When Yun Qiu thought of this, his mood became even more relaxed. He could not help but hold the flute more gently, revealing a comfortable expression. "My wife, it's great that you can drink more fish soup now. It can replenish the Essence that you just bit off in an instant."

The night flute looked at his wife in amusement. Why didn't he realize that Yun Qiu was actually still very cute? Yun Qiu's current words were humorous and witty, which really fascinated him. But at this moment, the flute clearly heard its own inner sigh: Good, it had dodged it.