Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai blinked, the resentment in her eyes fading.
It was indeed true, she had a good impression of Emperor Yongan.
For a feudal emperor to do this much, it was rather touching.
Seeing her regain her composure, Yang Ye immediately abandoned his embarrassed demeanor. He fanned himself with the unfolded fan, leisurely glanced at her, in a conspicuously in-your-face-rich-guy style said, "Don't worry about what happened earlier. No matter how much wheat was burned, I will make up for it."
"No compensation is needed, it wasn't much." Qiao Xiaomai shook her head.
The wheat harvest was essentially over by now, and everyone was planting crops like Xiaomi, sweet potatoes, soybeans, and so on. Her land was vast. The yield was slower, but there wasn't much left at present, just over twenty acres. All this wheat was piled up in the threshing area, and there was no time to thresh it.
"How much is it?" Yang Ye asked.
