In the end, Jiang Xingchen didn't cook for them. He went back and forth for more than ten days, and stayed up on the ice for three consecutive days, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

After entering the room, Jiang Xingchen saw the wild pheasant eggs still on the side of the warm kang. He smiled bitterly and knocked Mei'er's head, then fell on the kang and fell asleep.

I slept in darkness and didn't even have a dream. It was already late at night when I woke up, and I was afraid I had been sleeping for more than twenty months.

Jiang Xingchen opened his eyes and found that the oil lamp was still lit in the room, and there was a warmth on his side. He turned his head and saw Mei'er holding the doll with one hand and falling asleep close to her. Her other hand was still holding her sleeve.

"This girl! She doesn't even sleep until she sleeps..." Just as she thought of this, Jiang Xingchen suddenly remembered that Mei'er once said that she wanted to buy the best oil lamp for herself.

"Are I really afraid of the darkness before?" Jiang Xingchen said intimately, feeling a little moved. This girl has been taking care of herself silently!

"Brother! You are not allowed to leave Mei'er for so long in the future..." Mei'er suddenly muttered, then turned over, and curled up in his arms.

"No, no..." Jiang Xingchen said softly, raising his hand to slowly straighten her hair. Since the little girl's condition improved, she hasn't spoken in a long time, which shows how difficult she has been in the past ten days.

After a while, until Mei'er's breathing was evenly breathing, Jiang Xingchen stopped, pulled the quilt and gently covered him, and then slowly moved his body to the ground. After sleeping for so long, he was a little hungry and prepared to go to the kitchen to get some food.

After wrapping two more layers of leather jackets outside, Jiang Xingchen pushed open the door and walked towards the kitchen with a light pace.

But as soon as I went out, the old man's low voice came from his ears: "General! Haha, boy, this is called hindsight, you lost!"

Immediately afterwards, it was Zhao Danqing's voice: "No! I haven't left yet!"

"What doesn't count? There is no regret for the chess to fall. You can walk the chess piece if you touch it. Do you understand the rules?" The old man scolded loudly.

"But when I was eating your car just now, you regretted the chess! Also, when you were urging your horse in front, I..."

"Okay, okay, I'll make you regret it. No next time!"

Jiang Xingchen twitched his lips, turned his head to look at the old man's room, and said to himself: "It's midnight, and he is still playing chess. This is too addictive... Zhao Danqing must have just learned it, but it should be fine to play with the old man's chess trick..."

Thinking to himself, Jiang Xingchen walked over and quietly pushed the door and entered the room.

In just ten minutes, Jiang Xingchen walked out again with a dark face. The two of them were simply a pair of bad chess pieces. They obviously couldn't see the food, and they couldn't see the chess that could kill each other. They just... And they also have a common characteristic, that is, they both love to regret chess, and they had to play the chess that had not crossed the river before they were finished.

"You two are playing here slowly. I'm convinced. If you have the ability, you will stay together!" Jiang Xingchen muttered and walked to the kitchen...

After eating some food, Jiang Xingchen lay down again, tucked the corner of Mei'er, looked directly at the roof, thinking in his heart: "It should be a great achievement to help the Seventh Legion take Pingjun City this time! I also conquered a terminal illness before! Even if the reward for the expansion of territory is not easy, the two contributions are superimposed, I only want the ten thousand acres of wasteland headquarter..."

Qingshan Village is a small valley. It is simply a delusion to develop it into what Mei'er describes. The area of ​​cultivated land, except for tax payments, even the villagers cannot support it.

If the problem of eating cannot be solved, then what else can we talk about? We can’t rely on our own to make money to support the villagers. Then what will they become? It won’t take long to develop laziness.

"Let me write a letter to the Marquis tomorrow and ask if there is hope..." Jiang Xingchen kept thinking in his mind, and unknowingly fell asleep again.

The next morning, Jiang Xingchen left the door of the room and suddenly twitched. He could still hear the sound of "Battle, Battle!" coming from the old man's room.

"These two... have really been out for a night!" Jiang Xingchen shook his head speechlessly, took out his toothbrush to wash.

At this moment, the members of the Shocking Mercenary Group came back from outside the door with a joke. It was obvious that they had just practiced the skills and everyone's face was rosy.

"Mr.!" After seeing Jiang Xingchen, a group of people hurriedly saluted, and then looked at the toothbrush in his hand with some envy.

They have seen this thing for a long time, and of course they know how to use it, but there is one except Xin'er, and none of them have them. In Jiang Xingchen's words, there are so many of you who are together, and I'm afraid that you will get sick from the mouth if you use toothbrushes!

One sentence made everyone feel cold. Although I was envious when I saw the old man holding a toothbrush in front of them every morning, I didn’t continue to ask for it. The disease came from my mouth, and it was disgusting to think about it.

"Have you encountered something happy? It depends on your mood!" Jiang Xingchen asked.

"Of course! With Zhao Danqing here, we don't have to accompany him..." Han Xiaowu couldn't hide his smile, looked up at the old man's room, and whispered.

"You guys are fine! I'm not good! Do you know how much this guy can eat? He and the old man are not only a pair of bad chess, but also a pair of foodies!"

Jiang Xingchen secretly complained, waved his hand to let them go and wash themselves.

After breakfast, Jiang Xingchen was about to write a letter to Beihou and ask about the expansion of territory. Mo Hongxian and Wanrou came over.

"The Marquis's letter! I'm going to you!" Mo Hongxian handed over a piece of white silk.

"Huh? I just said I wanted to send a letter to the Marquis, so he sent it to me first. What I don't know is what I want to ask!" Jiang Xingchen thought, and reached out to take Bai Juan and open it to watch.

"I'll go~" Seeing the content in the letter, Jiang Xingchen instantly widened his eyes: "It's really a matter of territory expansion... My credit needs to be accumulated, and I won't be rewarded for the time being... The Marquis will propose a proposal for territory expansion. It's hard to say whether it can be successful. The credit is a bit forced now..."

Seeing the end, Jiang Xingchen couldn't help but pick up the corners of his mouth, his eyes shone, he gently patted the white silk on the table, and said excitedly: "It's time to start work!"

Since there is hope for expanding the territory, the rest is the issue of contribution! In other words, if you have made enough contributions, the emperor will definitely fight for territory expansion for himself... He has long been absolutely sure of making contributions, so now he can start preparing for the spring plowing of wasteland after the reclaiming of wasteland next year!

"What?" Mo Hongxian and Wanrou were both confused. They didn't know what this sentence suddenly appeared in Jiang Xingchen.

"Haha! I have a big project here, and now it can start construction!" Jiang Xingchen explained.

"What big project? Does this have anything to do with the Marquis's letter... In addition, where did you come from a big project in your small village? Even if all the houses in the village are renovated, how hard can it be!" Mo Hongxian obviously didn't believe it, and felt that Jiang Xingchen was a little bragging.

However, when Jiang Xingchen led a large group of people to the top of the hill, pointed at a ridge in the distance, and said that he was going to dig a tunnel out, everyone was shocked and dropped their chins.

"Jiang Xingchen, aren't you going crazy? Why are you doing if you're fine?" Mo Hongxian and Wanrou couldn't help asking.

"The ridge is at least more than 100 meters long, and it is full of stones. How can I get it?" Du Rushan asked stupidly.

"Boy, you're too tired these days. Are you having a fever?" The old man who had just fought for a long time stepped forward and reached out to hold Jiang Xingchen's forehead.

"Get out of here, let's play your chess!" Jiang Xingchen's forehead thundered and slapped the old man's hand off.

After walking two steps forward, Jiang Xingchen breathed a long breath, and a confident spirit surged from the bottom of his heart. He pointed to the front and explained: "This ridge separates the river. If he is dug through it, there will never be a lack of water on the other side!"

"Mr.! You really..." As soon as Jiang Xingchen finished speaking, Shi Wazi and Grandpa Fu suddenly widened his eyes. The meaning of this sentence was too obvious. That ten thousand acres of wasteland will be ours in the future!

"What's going on sooner or later?" Jiang Xingchen nodded with a smile.

"It turned out to be... what my father told you!" Wan Rou and Mo Hongxian understood at this time, but they were even more surprised. The territory has expanded for many years.

Du Rushan, Han Xiaowu, and all the people from the Shocking Mercenary Group were shocked. They were all from nobles. Of course, they understood what this meant and territory expansion. Although Jiang Xingchen was just a third-class baron and had a small territory, it was enough to sensation the entire empire.

Only the old man was not like everyone else, with a serious expression and asked, "Boy, is this matter settled?"

He knew that if a veteran aristocrat had a deep experience, he would barely be able to achieve the reward for expanding territory if he had achieved terminal illness and helped him win Pingjun City. But Jiang Xingchen was different. He had improved too quickly before and had no foundation. Those stubborn people in the aristocratic management department would never agree! And once they targeted you, they would stumbling around you, and it would be difficult for you to improve again in the future.

"Not yet, but the Emperor has already suppressed my credit!" Jiang Xingchen explained.

"Oh!" Hearing him say this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. The emperor suppressed his contribution. This was to prepare to explode at the same time and block the aristocratic management department's mouth.

"However, you should not start construction before the reward for expanding territory is released! Avoid someone who is interested in causing trouble for you!" said the old man.

"Haha! It's okay!" Jiang Xingchen waved his hand and said confidently: "Let him come when you ask for trouble!"

The old man frowned and wanted to persuade him again, but after thinking about it, he held back and nodded slightly.

At this time, Shi Wazi finally recovered from the shock and said with some embarrassment: "Sir, although this wasteland is good, we can't plant it..."
Chapter completed!