However, the capital is nearly a thousand miles away from here, and the climate there is probably completely different. I'm afraid the types, textures, and flavors of the fruits are all different, so the jam probably needs to be improved accordingly.

Mu Xingzhi never thought that he was wrong. He pondered for a moment, and for the first time, a look of surprise flashed across his gentle and smiling face: "Could it be that you want to... with the villagers..."

"That's right!" Su Qingluan nodded, "It's just as you imagined!"

If the jam produced in this particular area becomes a hot commodity that nobles compete to buy, then the demand for jam will inevitably increase dramatically.

By that time, a complete industrial chain will be formed from the picking of fruits, the making of jam, the cleaning and high-temperature sterilization of containers, the design and production of outer packaging... including sales, transportation and other links.

Even if a large number of businessmen flock in, some related derivative industries such as accommodation, catering, performances, etc. can be developed.

So many industries will surely give more villagers the opportunity to participate in more work - even if they just work for a while during the slack season, they can earn a considerable income to supplement their family expenses.

"I've heard before that every winter, many people in Huaxi Village can't get over the harsh weather." Su Qingluan clenched her fists. "The most fundamental problem is that there isn't enough food stored for the winter."

In Su Qingluan's impression, even in modern times, in the 1980s and 1990s, people in the north had to store winter vegetables in advance to prevent food shortages every winter. Moreover, the physical reserves were far inferior to those in Su Qingluan's previous life.

In fact, there are many natural resources around that can be used, but because everyone is very poor, there is no extra money to buy seasonings for pickled vegetables and jerky - after all, seasonings are luxury goods - and they can only rely on the little food left over from paying rent after the autumn harvest.

However, these grains were very limited, and the villagers had to save seeds for sowing every year, or lack of storage knowledge caused the grain to rot and spoil. This led to food shortages many times and villagers starved to death.

Su Qingluan envisioned that by developing local specialties and industrial chains, everyone could become wealthy together. With spare money, they would naturally be able to repair dilapidated houses, buy warm fabrics to make clothes, and have extra money to buy salt, sugar and other spices to pickle various foods to survive the cold winter months.

"As long as we get to this point, I can teach you how to pickle all kinds of meat so that they can be stored for a long time and still taste good!" Su Qingluan became more and more excited as she spoke, her eyes sparkling. However, she did not get carried away and finally turned back to look at Mu Xingzhi, "But in order to prevent those wealthy businessmen and wicked gentry from doing bad things, we need the village head and the county magistrate to be fair. When the time comes, please..."

Su Qingluan was talking, but suddenly she couldn't continue because she found that Mu Xingzhi was staring at her with those deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through her soul.

His face still had that gentle, harmless, gentle and handsome look, but at this moment, his usual casual and lazy smile, or those cunning eyes with a hint of mischief, had disappeared.

Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi's eyes at this moment were particularly oppressive, as if he was looking down from a high position, making it hard to breathe.

But when she looked carefully, the oppressive feeling suddenly disappeared.

However, Mu Xingzhi's gaze towards her was still very complicated, with a deep meaning that she could not understand.

"...Do it?" Su Qingluan asked cautiously, "Is there something wrong with my idea?"

"No," Mu Xingzhi shook his head slowly, looking intently at the girl in front of him who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen. "It's just that I don't understand why Qingluan doesn't want to live in peace in a small corner, but instead wants to benefit the whole world. Such a broad mind is truly not something that ordinary people can have."

"Benefiting the world or something..." Su Qingluan was a little embarrassed by Mu Xingzhi's choice of words, "I don't think of such unrealistic things. It's just..."

"only?"

"It's just that, ever since I came to Huaxi Village, I've met all kinds of people, and everyone has treated me very well." Every little detail of her time traveling flashed through Su Qingluan's mind, and a warm smile appeared in her eyes. "To me, everyone in Huaxi Village is a friend, a neighbor, and someone who brings me warmth... How can I just watch them die of hunger and cold?"

That's why she kept running around, just wanting to protect those who could bring her warmth.