Chapter 88 Territory We at Sugar Mill also want our own county! ...

After five days of interviews, all seven interviewers and two scorekeepers, except for He Qinglan, were exhausted. After saying goodbye to He Qinglan, they went home to catch up on sleep.

He Qinglan also wanted to go back and lie down. Even if she were a goddess, she couldn't withstand listening to two hundred people answer questions so intently.

Unfortunately, before she could return to her bedroom, she was stopped by Aunt Feng from the teahouse.

The 53-year-old female workshop owner looked at He Qinglan with great spirit, "...Their breeding farm plans to move to the border area between Yuanxi County and Sifang County, and the embroidery workshop and weaving workshop also want to move to Yuanxi County, therefore..."

He Qinglan nodded, signaling her to continue.

Aunt Feng's eyes were burning with desire. "Goddess, our teahouse also wants to plant a few tea mountains!" The implication was that they wanted a whole county as well.

He Qinglan didn't find it strange. The tea business was doing extremely well, so naturally the tea shop wanted to expand its tea cultivation and also wanted a larger factory.

She did not refuse, and said to Aunt Feng, "Hold a meeting at your teahouse, see which county you want, and then tell me."

Aunt Feng was overjoyed to hear this, "Great! I'll go back right away and call a meeting!"

He Qinglan casually reminded them, "Don't choose the same county or prefecture as other workshops."

If the two workshops start arguing over a prefecture or county and come to her for her to judge, she can't possibly side with the teahouse that was chosen later.

Aunt Feng nodded, "Okay, don't worry, we'll ask about the other workshops after we've made our selections." They can choose any of the three prefectures they want.

After Aunt Feng left, He Qinglan returned to her bedroom, preparing to pack her pajamas and go to the hot spring.

He was stopped by Zhu Youchuan before he even left the house.

The young man's handsome face was full of sorrow; he had come to the goddess to confide his emotional problems.

He Qinglan subconsciously wanted to conjure up a handful of melon seeds, but seeing Zhu Youchuan's mournful eyes, she became serious and said, "You speak."

Zhu Youchuan said, "Youning said that she will not talk about marriage until she avenges the Yun family."

He Qinglan: "Mhm."

Zhu Youchuan sighed, "Of course I understand. If it were me, I wouldn't have the mind to get married and have children if I hadn't avenged my parents."

It was precisely because he understood this that he felt despair.

Zhu Youchuan covered his face with one hand and sighed, "Goddess, can you conquer Shengzhou before I turn fifty?"

He Qinglan: "..."

He suddenly had an idea. "How about I discuss it with You Ning, and we can adopt a child?" After all, he was fifty years old and couldn't have children anymore.

He Qinglan suppressed the urge to raise her hand and slap the other person, and looked coldly at Zhu Youchuan.

Under the goddess's indifferent gaze, the young man wisely shut his mouth.

But his worries about the future still gave him the courage to speak again, trying to play the pitiful card, "Goddess...you said before that Ning Huai'an and I would be in-laws, are we really in-laws, not my children marrying his grandchildren?"

Although he currently has a lover, Ning Huai'an's lover is still nowhere to be found.

He Qinglan's eye twitched: Is Zhu Youchuan so worried about not being able to get married that he's gone crazy?

She said, "Don't worry, you two will definitely get married within ten years."

Zhu Youchuan's eyes widened. "Ten years?! You mean..." He was overjoyed and stood up abruptly, bowing deeply to He Qinglan. "Thank you, Goddess! We will trouble you to name our child in the future!"

He Qinglan waved her hand, "Don't thank me, go get to work." Stop acting crazy.

Zhu Youchuan left happily, thinking as he went that he would write to Yun Youning when he got back, telling her the good news that she would be able to avenge her family within ten years!

He snapped his folding fan shut, unable to resist imagining his and Yun Youning's future child. Would it be a boy or a girl? Outgoing or quiet? Would it look like him or her? Would it be smart...?

After seeing Zhu Youchuan off, He Qinglan took her pajamas and went to soak in the hot spring.

Steam rose from the large pool.

She stepped in barefoot, the clear, warm water washing over her fair and beautiful shoulders and neck.

ten years.

Fortunately, she had already completed more than twenty missions and was used to spending decades on one thing, so she wasn't as anxious as she was in the first few worlds.

Otherwise, being forcibly trapped in a "vacation" world, she wouldn't be in the mood to wait for the people to build things slowly. Instead, she would rather be severely injured by the Heavenly Dao of this world than not forcefully push it aside!

Water flowed through He Qinglan's palm and dripped onto the surface of the water.

Revenge...

The reason I'm here is because I need to complete my mission and obtain enough points to return to the source world and avenge my innocent and wrongfully killed parents.

Her eyes had a slight blue tint.

The steaming hot spring water was instantly covered with a thin layer of ice.

He Qinglan walked out of the bathroom wearing a gray-blue silk nightgown.

They ran into Qiu Tang, who was coming to report, and Jin Feng, the owner of the sugar mill, was requesting an audience.

He Qinglan: "?"

Why are there so many people wanting to see me today? Couldn't you let me wake up and come back later?

However, as a goddess who was very tolerant of her subordinates, He Qinglan did not let Jin Feng go back, but instead had Qiu Tang call him to the study.

Jin Feng is a middle-aged man in his forties. He is not tall, but he is very strong and capable.

Upon seeing He Qinglan, he immediately stated his purpose: "Goddess, we in Tangfang also want a separate county!"

Jin Feng said, "Their winery and fruit processing plant chose the same location, but we in Tangfang don't want to open in the same place as them. We plan to choose another county."

The middle-aged man bowed very devoutly, saying, "I hope the goddess will grant my request."

A distillery needs not only mountains full of fruit trees, but also land full of sorghum and corn.

Similarly, in addition to planting sugarcane and sugar beets, Tangfang also wants to plant wildflowers all over the mountains to raise bees and collect honey.

He Qinglan: "..." Fine.

She didn't have any reason to object; it was a good thing that her subordinates were willing to work hard.

So she said, "You all hold a meeting in Tangfang to discuss which county you want, and tell me. Also, be careful not to choose the same county as other workshops."

Jin Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately replied, "Great!"

He Qinglan thought for a moment and then said, "While you're at it, tell Qiu Xueying from the oil mill that if she wants to change the location for growing soybeans, peanuts, rapeseed, etc., she should come to me after the meeting and once she has chosen a location."

When these cash crops were mentioned, she suddenly wondered if she could dedicate an entire county to tobacco cultivation. The tobacco business could be very profitable: not only could she sell tobacco leaves, but she could also sell pipes. She hadn't even thought of that before.

It's just that cigarettes...

He Qinglan put the matter aside for the time being and repeatedly instructed, "Avoid each other. There are many towns in the county, you can choose whichever you like. Don't quarrel."

She didn't want to be their judge.

Jin Feng: "..."

He nodded, "Don't worry, we won't argue."

Since the goddess has said so, even if they argue over territory, they will never do so in front of the goddess.

After seeing Jin Feng off, He Qinglan was finally able to lie down on the bed.

She fell asleep very quickly.

In Lechi County, Mei Leshu, Xu Nanxing, and all the doctors in the medical area stayed up all night, watching over several patients who had taken the new medicine.

They had to constantly monitor the patients' conditions. If someone had a fever, they would quickly bring down the temperature; if someone's temperature was too low, they would quickly keep them warm; if someone vomited, they would quickly give them salt water or sugar water; if someone had a persistent cough, they would quickly give them honey water or ginger water; and so on...

He Lingzhi sat up and leaned against a young female doctor, who carefully fed her half a cup of salt water.

Then he asked her if she wanted more drink.

He Lingzhi shook her head and asked the doctor to help her lie down.

The female doctor placed the water glass on the low stool next to her and gently helped He Lingzhi lie down on the bed.

Looking at the dark circles under the female doctor's eyes and her tired expression, He Lingzhi was deeply moved. She advised, "Doctor, I'm fine now. You should go and rest."

The female doctor smiled. "Tonight is a very crucial night. We agreed to stay up until dawn." Seeing that He Lingzhi was about to persuade her again, she gestured towards the outside with her chin. "Our Dr. Shen is sixty years old and still stays up all night. I'm only in my twenties. How can I go to sleep first?"

He Lingzhi exclaimed in surprise, "Dr. Shen too..." She sighed, "Then I must get better quickly!"

"...Holmes concluded that the Red-Headed Society's strange arrangement of an annual £200 advertisement and the task of copying the encyclopedia was merely a pawnbroker's way of keeping the shopkeeper away from his shop for a few hours each day, while his clerk Vincent could use those hours to dig a tunnel to steal from the bank's underground vault." [Note 1]

A young male doctor's apprentice was telling a story to a little girl lying on the hospital bed with great enthusiasm. He looked at the girl's wide eyes in surprise, deliberately stopped, and asked, "Do you know why?"

Before the little girl could answer, a boy's voice asked, "Why?"

The male doctor turned around in surprise and saw two or three children standing beside him listening to his story.

Seeing him turn around, a petite girl blinked her big eyes and asked, "How did Holmes know?"

The male doctor's apprentice laughed and patiently explained the reason to the four children, "It's because, firstly, Vincent told the pawnshop owner about the Red-Headed League; secondly, Vincent voluntarily asked for a pay cut; thirdly, Vincent took photos everywhere and frequently went in and out of the basement; fourthly, Holmes noticed that Vincent's trousers had wear and tear at the knees; and fifthly, Holmes used his cane to determine that the sidewalk leading from the pawnshop to the bank was hollow." [Note 2]

After hearing the explanation, the children all looked enlightened.

The little girl lying on the hospital bed opened her mouth and whispered, "Sherlock Holmes is amazing!"

"Yes, yes, that's fantastic!"

"How can someone be so smart as to guess that!"

"It's not a guess, it's reasoning."

"Sherlock Holmes is an amazing detective, and I want to be a detective when I grow up!"

The doctor and the young pharmacist who were passing by couldn't help but laugh when they heard the children's innocent words.

One of the doctors said, "Then you need to get better quickly."

Another doctor said in a serious tone, "You need to exercise more in the future. You can't be a detective chasing criminals if you don't have good physical strength."

"Yes, to be a detective, you at least have to be fast."

The little girl in the hospital bed exclaimed, "Huh? Is the detective chasing a criminal?"

The male doctor's apprentice chimed in, "Yes, because some prisoners don't want to go to jail and will try to escape."

The little girl looked thoughtful.

Xu Nanxing yawned as he walked toward the medical tent.

He saw a doctor's apprentice telling stories to children, a young medicine boy singing opera for the elderly, and a young doctor telling jokes to a patient with a pained expression.

Xu Nanxing couldn't help but laugh.

He yawned again, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and quickened his pace to go to the medical tent to discuss the medical records with Mei Leshu and the others.

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Author's Note: 1. [Note 1], [Note 2]: The Red-Headed League from the Sherlock Holmes stories