No matter how ugly the funeral was that day, when Lin Jiang's funeral procession came out, all the big names in Suzhou who could be named were there.

  Government officials were led by Prefect Zhou, while local people were led by the Shang family, all came to attend Lin Jiang's funeral.

  No matter what, Lin Jiang's prestige was already established, and before his death, he had donated so much of his property to the country. The emperor and the people of Daliang were just grateful to each other at this time, and no one dared to be the one who would stick out their neck in this critical moment.

  Under the gaze of the crowd, Lin Yuhbin poured the first handful of dirt into the grave, and then the people behind him went forward to fill the tomb with earth, completely sealing it, and lowering the stone door.

  Lin Qingwen and Lin Yuhong knelt in front of the tomb, burned incense and paper money, and kowtowed three times before standing up.

  From today on, Lin Jiang's funeral is considered over, and from now on, there will only be the two of them, aunt and niece.

  Lin Qingwan patted Lin Yuhong's hand, turned her head to face the guests, and bowed her knees: "Thank you all for seeing us off, but my niece and I are in mourning, so we can't entertain, please forgive us."

  County Master Zhou hastily cupped his hands and said: "The county master is being polite, Lord Lin's kindness is great, we should see him off."

  He paused for a moment and apologized with a red face: "The last time we received the funeral was our fault, please forgive me, County Master."

  Lin Qing said faintly: "My brother has always been generous and righteous, he may not care, but I am a small-minded person, so I couldn't help but feel some pain for him. So, Governor Zhou, please indulge me a bit."

  Zhou Zhi's face turned red, and he stuttered, unsure of what to say.

  Lin Qingwan nodded slightly to everyone and then took Lin Yuhong's hand and bid farewell.

  Zhao Sheng walked up to Zhou Cishi and coldly snorted, "After all, you're a woman, grasping at this mistake and not letting go, losing your magnanimity."

  Zhou Zhi's expression turned stern as he furrowed his brow and said in a cold tone, "Zhao Er Ye, be careful with your words, we are still standing before Lin Gong's tomb."

  He didn't mean to offend the Lin family, and at that time he let people build a grass pavilion because the sun was too hot, and put out tea points because someone had done so first, and he had been waiting for a long time, thirsty and hungry, so he followed the crowd, actually without much thought.

  This thing was indeed their fault, and Lin Qingwan's refusal to let go is indeed annoying, but as she said, she is a girl, and also for her brother's sake, can they blame her?

  Putting oneself in his shoes, if a family member of his had passed away and someone received the news like this, the two families would definitely become sworn enemies.

  Lin Qingwan was already being quite lenient by just giving them a cold shoulder; at least they hadn't come to blows.

  There are people who think like Zhou Zhi and naturally there are also people like Zhao Sheng, so among those who leave, there will always be a few with anger on their faces.

  But Lin's clansmen are still around, and no one dares to utter a bad word. In any case, the Lin family is still the number one household in Jiangnan.

  The aunt and niece returned to the Lin mansion and began their mourning period. Before the hot mourning was over, they were not allowed to go out except for matters related to the funeral.

  So Lin Qingwan would always instruct Lin Guanjia and Zhong Daguanshi on all matters.

  "Look, milady, this piece of land is the fief granted to you by the imperial court, totaling twenty hectares. The eldest miss's fief is behind these two mountains, with ten hectares. Since these two mountains are barren, the heavenly envoys simply included them in your grant as well."

  "Are they all connected?"

  Zhong Daguan nodded, "Yes, this piece of land is all official fields. The government cultivates some itself and leases some to farmers. The rest are left idle."

  "What is the soil like?"

  Zhong Daguan sighed, "There's good land, with a big river running through it, both banks are fertile and have all been cultivated. But outside the irrigation area of that river, they're all barren, and looking at the age, it's not small either, so the geology..."

  However, these two pieces of land are connected together. The most wonderful thing is that they are just next to the estate in Chengxi that our family left behind." Zhong Daguantie lowered his voice and said: "Half of the things you asked us to transport back are stored in that estate."

  Lin Qingwan understood, nodded at the map and said: "If so, let's start preparing. Now it's autumn, nothing can be planted. Let people cut the grass, turn over the land, and wait until winter to decide what to plant."

  Lin Qingwan thought for a moment and said: "Let someone walk through the land and draw a map to send to me, I'll take a look first."

  "Yes, young lady, we all cultivate this land?"

  Lin Qingwan thought for a moment and asked, "What kind of person was the tenant farmer who rented the land before? Is there still someone who wants to continue renting?"

  "They naturally want to continue renting," said the steward, "but I'm afraid we look down on them, so they've been sounding me out all this time. Although they are honest people, there are various problems with renting official land."

  No one would rent official land; all those without problems have gone to rent from rural gentry and common people.

  The rent for renting official land is the same, but they have to pay taxes themselves and are often forced to do some extra hard labor, which is very bitter.

  So generally only those who cannot rent land from others will go rent official land.

  "Turn back and compile their information into a book for me, I'll take a look first."

  Zhong Daguan Shi Ying Xia.

  When Lin's family auctioned off their property, they only kept two small villas besides the bookstores and bookshops under their name. One was in the north of the city, right inside Lin Family Village.

  Not very large, only more than two hectares of land, the land has been passed down for generations and was left by ancestors, so Lin Jiang didn't sell it and instead let tenant farmers and long-term laborers in the household cultivate it, with a manager to oversee.

  That land is very fertile, Lin Qingyuan can just sit and wait for the income every year, without having to worry too much.

  There is another piece in the west of the city, which is also not large, with only more than 5 hectares, and there is a small hill inside.

  The mountain is not big, only eight acres, but there is a cold spring on it, the water quality is clear and sweet.

  Lin Zhi accidentally tasted a mouthful of that water and bought the mountain and the land at the foot of the mountain, building a summer resort villa.

  Later on, he gradually expanded his land by buying up the surrounding areas piece by piece, except for a small portion, most of which were connected together, and now he has more than 500 mu.

  Lin Zhi is a very arrogant person, he resents the royal family and has no good face for the emperor. He doesn't like the side branches, so he doesn't want to return to the old house to live. He doesn't love socializing, so he moved from Lin's mansion in the city to the villa.

  So, he put a lot of thought into that separate courtyard, second only to Lin's mansion in Yangzhou.

  The servants who stayed in the other courtyard were also the most loyal except for those in the old mansion, so Lin Qingwen put most of the things she brought back from Yangzhou there.

  Firstly, goods don't enter the city, they directly enter the village, which can avoid many people's attention.

  Secondly, there is a farm over there. All of Lin's servants who were unwilling to leave were temporarily arranged to go there. She has many people and safety is also guaranteed.

  Now her estate, Lin Yuhong's estate is just adjacent to this farm, making it more convenient for her to manage.

  As for whether the land is fertile or not, Lin Qingyuan temporarily put this matter aside.

  How barren can the land in Jiangnan be?

  She is still very confident about it, of course, more importantly, Jue Tian doesn't have to pay taxes.

  Even if you lose money, it won't be a big loss.

  Lin Qingwan began planning the development of the farm with this idea in mind, and Lin Yubin considerately brought her a bowl of winter melon soup to drink.

  Lin Qingwan looked at the white-flowered winter melon and reluctantly accepted it, "Yubin, you can just drink this soup yourself, no need to send it to me."