初春的风带着泥土的气息拂过南宫家的大院，桃花枝头轻盈地摇曳着，粉色的花瓣随风飘落，铺满了青石板路。南宫璃雪，一个眉目如画的少女，正站在院中，望着远方欲仙欲逝的紫烟山脉，眼中满是忧愁。她身着一袭淡蓝色的襦裙，裙摆轻柔地随着风舞动，一头乌黑的长发用一根浅绿色的簪子挽起，露出精致的面庞。</p>
璃雪的父亲南宫擎苍，是南宫家现任家主，性情严肃，做事雷厉风行。但近来，家族的肥堆却越来越少，这让她十分担忧。 南宫's 家 fortune depended heavily on the fertile nd they cultivated for nerations, they had astered the art of postg, turng anial waste to rich fertilizer that nourished their crops and ensured bountiful harvests however, tely, the output fro the post heaps had ddled significantly this worried li 雪 deeply as it threatened the very foundation of her 家's prosperity</p>
“明哲，”璃雪轻声唤道，一个眉宇间带着些许稚气的少年应声而至。他身穿一件深蓝色的长衫，身材瘦削，脸上带着几分稚嫩的青涩，一双眼睛却透着机灵的光芒。他是璃雪的堂弟，平日里负责照看鸡舍。</p>
“你最近在鸡舍工作如何？”璃雪问道，语气中带着一丝试探。</p>
明哲略显尴尬地挠了挠头，“还…还好。”他眼神闪烁着，不敢与璃雪对视。</p>
璃雪心中了然，明哲最近肯定偷懒了，否则肥堆不会减少得如此厉害。她决定用计策来引导明哲。</p>
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