Song Yanqing wasn't in a hurry to get the money back, which Lu Qiqi took as a sign that he was being considerate of her lack of funds.

He quickly looked up and explained, "I have money. I made a lot of money making paper in Tianxin Village before. Paying back the money for the six-bearer gift is no problem."

Because she looked up, Song Yanqing's hand had nowhere to land, so he withdrew it.

Lu Qiqi's lack of romantic understanding made him want to facepalm.

Lu Qiqi didn't receive Song Yanqing's gift list or price list even after finishing the herbal tea that An Yi had served her.

But it doesn't matter, she has plenty of "big white radishes" in her space, so she can just give them as gifts instead of paying back the money, right?

Thinking this, Lu Qiqi walked towards her tent.

Back in the tent, I went straight into the spatial dimension.

Previously in Tianxin Village, she harvested a lot of large white ginseng to treat the villagers. Fortunately, the emperor granted her five villages as her fiefdom.

Not only did she not suffer a huge loss, but she actually made a fortune.

Whether it's villagers planting medicinal herbs, grains, vegetables, or two mountains that can be used to burn lime, or paper mills that operate on a low-profit, high-volume model.

These will all be the source of her future wealth.

Passing through the small wooden houses in the space, we arrived at the place where white ginseng is grown.

One-fifth of the two rows of large white ginseng were used in Tianxin Village. Now, several months later, with the irrigation of the spiritual spring water, the large white ginseng must have grown much stronger.

The soil in this space is different, and the ginseng grown here is very different from the wild ginseng grown in the mountains outside.

Wild ginseng grows in remote mountain forests and grasslands, and its roots are as numerous as the thin legs of a centipede in order to absorb nutrients.

In order not to damage the roots of wild ginseng, ginseng harvesters have to use a variety of tools to dig them up.

The large white ginseng in the space is like a large white radish, with not many roots, only a few tendrils sticking out of the soil.

Lu Qiqi casually plucked out a large white ginseng root to examine it. The soil in the space was soft and loose, and she could pull it up without much effort.

This ginseng was planted in the space for less than a year, but now it has grown into the size of a five-year-old ginseng.

Not to mention its medicinal value is much higher than that of wild ginseng, just the fact that it's a head of this plant is a very prestigious gift.

With that thought in mind, Lu Qiqi quickly pulled twenty-seven ginseng roots from the soil.

She took the twenty-seven little white chubby sticks to the stream in her space to wash them.

The washing process was very time-consuming, so Lu Qiqi severed the connection with the outside world, directly blocking time in the space into a time gap.

Gently brushing the soil from the ginseng's crevices, even though there weren't many roots, Lu Qiqi's legs almost went numb from squatting.

After finally washing the ginseng, she stood by the stream, kicked her almost numb legs, and felt a tingling sensation that went straight to her head.

After a while, she slowly moved her feet, took the washed ginseng, and returned to the cabin.

A good ginseng needs to be sun-dried and then dried.

It takes three days to dry in the sun and a full day and night to bake in an oven.

This matter couldn't be rushed, so Lu Qiqi packed the washed ginseng into a bamboo basket and hung it to dry in front of the small wooden house in her space. She would wait until it was completely dried before proceeding to the next step.

Five days later, Lu Qiqi had dried and processed the ginseng.

She searched through the space for a while but couldn't find a box that could hold the ginseng.

Neither the gift boxes sent by Madam Hao, the Feng family, nor General Feng were the best choice for containing ginseng.

Either the wooden box was too bulky, or the small box simply couldn't hold it all.

She couldn't very well slice up the twenty-seven ginseng roots, put them in a box, and give them to Song Yanqing; if they were mistaken for tree roots, wouldn't that be a terrible waste?

In that case, it's better to use the simplest and most unadorned things to decorate.

Those are clean burlap sacks!

After packing the large white ginseng, Lu Qiqi carried the sack to the Crown Prince's tent.

The guards who were previously punished have begun to rotate shifts.

Lu Qiqi didn't know which battalion the two soldiers belonged to, so she asked Nineteen to take the medicine to the two guards.

After all, they were punished because of her trespassing, and this was all the compensation she could offer.

This time, Lu Qiqi stood outside the tent with a sack in her hand, and the two soldiers instinctively blocked her way.

They didn't want to have to go back to the wounded soldiers' camp right after leaving it.

Lu Qiqi, feeling a pang of guilt, instinctively blocked the tent door with her body, demonstrating their perfect understanding.

She asked, "Brothers, are your injuries getting better?"

This left the two guards speechless, and a blush of embarrassment appeared on their cheeks beneath their dark skin.

One of the guards stammered, "I've fully recovered. Thank you for the medicine, Lord."

Lu Qiqi didn't think about where the injury might have occurred. After all, in her eyes there were only doctors and patients, and in the face of illness, the separation between men and women was not an important matter.

The medicine was specially prepared by her, with the addition of spiritual spring water, so its efficacy was naturally several times that of ordinary medicine.

"That's good." Now that everything was alright, her guilt had also disappeared. "I have something to discuss with the young master. Please inform him."

The guard who had spoken earlier clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Yes, Lord Township Head."

When he returned, Lu Qiqi was granted the right to enter the tent.

As she entered the tent, she saw Song Yanqing looking at a map of the border town.

"Lord of the Township." An Yi clasped his hands in a salute.

Lu Qiqi nodded in return.

When Song Yanqing turned away from the map and looked at her.

Lu Qiqi then handed the sack to An Yi with both hands, saying, "I asked you for a favor before, so I can't let you do the work and pay me back. That would go against my principles."

Since you won't tell me how much money you have, I can't take advantage of you for nothing. Consider this a token of my gratitude.

She had seen the gift list of the six-bearer gift sent by Song Yanqing and estimated its value with the price information provided by Lu Xiangxiang.

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