Chapter 126 Injured

What is terrifying to think about is that if the emperor has always known about their situation, why didn't he take any action?

Not only did the emperor not take any action, but even the other princes' in-laws did not take any action.

Then, there is only one possibility.

The emperor hid the news, and the other princes' relatives had no idea about the situation in the border town.

This is worth pondering.

What does this emperor mean?

Also, the attitude displayed by the military supervisor today was very confusing.

In short, the feeling he had today was different from the rumors about the capital they had heard before.

All these signs made Jun Yu wonder if something terrible had happened in the capital?

No, maybe Jun Yu was overthinking it.

How could the people in power let Jun Qiulan, the deposed crown prince, go?

Maybe it’s just that General Wang is a kind-hearted person?

At noon, Wang Jianjun did not leave, and Song Xirong even cooked some farm dishes with her sister-in-law next door.

It looks quite decent.

Song Xirong didn't even dare to use her own rice and oil, and instead used those from Old Lady Zhao's house.

It’s not that bad, but it’s a product of this era.

General Wang did not despise them and ate and chatted with Duan Wen and Huo Lan.

"Speaking of the drought that Border Town experienced this year?"

Why doesn't it look like a drought?

Duan Wen's heart skipped a beat, and then he started to act out his acting skills.

He sighed, "Maybe God couldn't bear to see the people suffering. After the first rain at the beginning of the year, it hasn't rained since. The ground is cracking. Then suddenly, we had two rains, each lasting several days, which finally eased the drought."

Although there is no shortage of drinking water now, water is still not so abundant.

Supervisor Wang pondered for a moment, then asked, "What's with the dusty yet clean roads in the city?"

Duan Wen and others have already had their say on this issue.

"This is a local specialty called cement. No one used to think highly of it before, except for plastering walls. But when I took office last year, I realized it was good, so I decided to repair all the roads."

Although the military inspector is a Beijing official and a civil servant, he is here to assist in the war, so he should not interfere too much in the internal affairs of the border town.

Huo Lian took the opportunity to bring the topic back to the battlefield.

"The Rongdi launched a large-scale attack earlier, almost sending out their entire army. However, we were well prepared and set a trap for them, temporarily halting their advance. Since Lord Wang is the military supervisor, why don't you live with me in the barracks? This will make it easier for you to monitor us on a daily basis."

It seemed that what he said was a little too direct.

It was almost like he was saying directly that since you are here to supervise the army, just stay under my supervision and don't ask or interfere in other matters.

Wang Jianjun smiled. This was the first time he expressed his thoughts today.

"Lord Duan and General Huo don't have to be hostile to me. Young Master Jun was kind to me in the past. I don't know the content of the imperial edict. I'm just an errand boy. I don't know anything else."

With his words, everyone present felt much more at ease.

Did Jun Qiulan do a favor to General Wang?

Wang Jianjun was the third place in the imperial examination six years ago, and he is only in his early thirties this year.

Six years ago, Jun Qiulan was only about fifteen years old. At that time, the emperor did not have a biological son, and Jun Qiulan, the prince, still had real power.

Could it be because of the imperial examination?

Jun Qiulan had not returned yet, and General Wang was not going to say much, and it was not appropriate for Duan Wen and Huo Lan to ask too much.

Jun Qiulan has been feeling a little uneasy since she arrived at the crew in the morning.

After much thought, everything in the border town was arranged.

I don’t know whether the military supervisor has arrived.

It shouldn't be a big problem once you get there.

Even if the military supervisor brought troops with him, they would not be able to defeat Huo Yan's army of more than 100,000.

If the military supervisor really wanted to do something to them, the people Huo Lian secretly sent to protect his parents would definitely show up.

Besides, their wishful thinking was to keep this military supervisor.

What we are trying to prevent is that after the military supervisor sees the changes in the border town, he will immediately send a message to the capital.

The war is tense now, and the border town is heavily guarded. It may not be easy to send a message.

Jun Qiulan was thinking about the things in the border town while practicing dancing.

The problems at the imperial court can only be delayed until the end of this war.

The people above were fighting for power and were not paying attention to him, the deposed crown prince, for the time being, but it was impossible for him not to get any news at all.

At that time, he would need to confront the imperial court head-on. To be honest, he was still unsure.

It's not that I don't have confidence in my combat capability.

They have gunpowder now.

In this era of war where soldiers fought with large iron swords, the emergence of gunpowder was epoch-making and crushing.

Even if the lethality of gunpowder is not as great as that of modern high-tech weapons, the sound of the explosion alone is enough to deter the enemy.

Fighting the Rong and Di tribes is no problem at all, let alone the imperial court.

Jun Qiulan is still soft-hearted.

When a real war breaks out, it is the lowest-level soldiers who will go to the battlefield and die.

There are not many generals like Huo Yan who would personally go into battle.

Unless it was an important battle, most generals would sit in their tents and give orders.

However, this war is inevitable. Their purpose is to allow the people to live a good life, not to invade.

Then we'll see if we can find a way to get the 'enemy' to surrender in front of the battle and join them.

After all, the benefits they offer now are still very tempting.

Especially for soldiers.

In previous years, not only the soldiers on Huo Yan's side could not get enough food and military pay, but the soldiers in other places were in the same situation.

If you encounter a greedy general who embezzles part of the military pay, there will be even less money left in the hands of the soldiers.

I have heard before that some soldiers in military camps could only get enough water to eat in a day, let alone food and wages. Even if they died in battle, their pensions might be embezzled.

But the situation of the border troops is different now. Although it has not yet reached the ideal state, at least the soldiers can have enough food to eat and have no worries when fighting.

When things really develop in the future, soldiers can get allowances and help support their families. When they retire after a certain number of years, they will also receive resettlement money.

Of course, they also have to take the veterans’ subsequent lives into consideration.

The one-time retirement pay may be enough for him to build a house and get married when he returns to his hometown, and there will not be much left. He still has to rely on himself to fight for the future.

But what if they could give veterans, or even disabled soldiers, a way to make a living?

Look at today’s society. Soldiers who have returned from military service receive a lot of demobilization allowances and are also given jobs.

They also need to move in this direction.

These still require a long-term plan, which we will slowly plan later.

Jun Qiulan was worried about these things in his mind. He jumped and turned around, and he twisted his ankle without paying attention.

It didn't hurt at the time, but when Jun Qiulan rested for a while and stood up again, he found that his ankle was in excruciating pain.

When I looked again, it was swollen, like a steamed bun made of leavened dough.

It's over.

There were only two words in Jun Qiulan's mind.

It's over.

His previous scenes of being "trained" only met the passing mark and failed to completely satisfy director Yan Jing.

Yan Jing didn't make things difficult for him and asked him to put it aside for the time being and prepare for his home scene.

That is the dancing scene.

That part of the 'training' will have to be shot again when he is able to change his mind.

Yan Jing is not only a capable and talented director, but also a very wealthy director, and the crew is not short of money.

Not afraid to reshoot over and over again.

Jun Qiulan looked at her swollen ankle and felt a little helpless for a while.

He called Liu Yue and asked her to come and help him go to the hospital.

Liu Yue was very nervous after hearing this and said she would come right over.

In the end, Jun Qiulan waited for Yan Jing.

Yan Jing strode in, his eyes deep.

Jun Qiulan felt guilty. It would have been fine if he had just taken a leave, but now he was injured and didn't know if it would have any impact.

He whispered, "It's not serious, just a twist. It won't affect the filming."

Yan Jing sighed and reached out to pick up Princess Jun Qiulan, but when he had stretched out his hand, he realized it was not suitable.

Jun Qiulan didn't think much about it and handed over his hand directly. "Please take me to the car. I'll ask my assistant to take me there so as not to delay the filming."

What else can Yan Jing say?

"It's already this late, and you're still worried about filming. Worry about your own feet."

The ankles are slender, with distinct joints, and the skin is white, so white that you can even see the blue blood vessels beneath the skin.

Yan Jing moved his eyes away and helped Jun Qiulan out of the dance studio. Just then, Liu Yue drove the car directly to the door.

Jun Qiulan was helped into the car by Yan Jing. When he saw Yan Jing following him in, he realized it belatedly.

"Don't you have any plays to direct now?"

Yan Jing's answer was concise and to the point: "The assistant director is here."

There are no difficult scenes today. Ding Chu has worked with him for many years, so he is confident in leaving it to Ding Chu.

Jun Qiulan suddenly realized why Yan Jing came to him when he called Liu Yue.

It seems that Liu Yue drove the car directly to the door, which should also be Yan Jing's idea.

Perhaps the doubt in his eyes was too obvious, Yan Jing held his forehead and explained helplessly.

"When you called Liu Yue, I happened to ask her for the key to your warehouse."

Jun Qiulan lowered his head and said "oh".

I went all the way to the hospital emergency room, registered, and took an X-ray.

Doctor: "It's okay, there's no bone damage, just a muscle strain. Don't do strenuous exercise recently, and try not to use force with this foot."

No bones were broken, and the three people present felt a lot more relieved.

"Please prescribe some medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis." Yan Jing said.

The doctor waved his hand and said, "Just go to the pharmacy and buy a box of Yunnan Baiyao. Your sprain is a bit serious, but it will heal after ten days or half a month of rest."

Ten days or half a month...

If Jun Qiulan remembered correctly, his dancing scene was about to begin.

I can't wait for ten days or half a month.

He asked tentatively, "Is there any way to get well soon? I have something important to do in a few days."

Doctor: "A sprain of this degree doesn't require excessive treatment. Go home and apply some ice tonight. The best thing to do is to use this foot less recently."

Hospitals are different from small clinics.

Hospitals try to reduce the side effects of drug use as much as possible, and like to be precise when prescribing drugs.

Small clinic, that's fire coverage.

So in the opinion of the doctors in the hospital, this degree of sprain can completely heal on its own.

Especially young people have good health and generally recover quickly.

So they went to the hospital and just took an X-ray. Then Jun Qiulan was helped into the car by Yan Jing and Liu Yue.

"Wait a moment." Liu Yue went to the pharmacy outside the hospital to buy Yunnan Baiyao.

Jun Qiulan looked at the X-ray film in his hand and found it quite novel.

You can see people's bones clearly.

Jun Qiulan: "This is amazing."

I don’t know when the medical level there will reach the level of this world.

Even if we can't catch up, at least we should have half of it.

Yan Jing was helpless. Why did this person look like he came from ancient times?

I have rarely been to the hospital or had X-rays taken before, but I am still so curious.

Yan Jing suddenly thought of another question.

Jun Qiulan had never received any vaccines before, and he was the one who took her to get them.

This is very strange.

The Taoist temple on Qingfeng Mountain was indeed somewhat isolated from the outside world in the past. When Jun Qiulan was vaccinated, he also arranged for people to ask other Taoist priests in the mountain, but none of them had ever been vaccinated.

So he didn't think much about it.

Now that I think about it, it doesn’t seem right.

Jun Qiulan has a calligraphy teacher in a village at the foot of the mountain.

Taoist priest Qingheng doesn’t understand these things, does that mean Jun Qiulan’s teacher doesn’t understand them either?

Also, Jun Qiulan did not receive formal education, but he was well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics. When Jun Qiulan was Fu Xiao's substitute, he wrote a policy paper.

Although he did not study ancient culture in depth, it could be seen that Jun Qiulan had profound attainments in ancient culture.

If it were really in ancient times, maybe he could have passed the imperial examination and become the top scorer.

No, with Jun Qiulan's appearance, even if he took the palace examination, he probably wouldn't be able to get the top spot. Apart from him, there would probably be no one more suitable for the position of the third place.

You're thinking too far ahead.

But at this moment, Yan Jing really felt that there were more and more mysteries surrounding Jun Qiulan.

Could it really be from ancient times?

Yan Jing was almost amused by his own imagination.

This is outrageous.

He shook his head, throwing the truth out.

"Your scenes will be adjusted for you, so don't worry about filming problems."

He is not a bully, and he insists on sending people into battle with injuries.

Moreover, dancing requires large and vigorous movements, and Jun Qiulan's current condition cannot meet his requirements.

Jun Qiulan was already feeling very embarrassed. "I'm sorry. Asking for leave again and again is against the rules. Now I'm injured, which delays me even more."

Yan Jing couldn't help but poke him on the forehead: "I find that you are really rigid sometimes. Rules are dead, but people are alive."

Even if it wasn't Jun Qiulan, but other actors in the crew were injured, he would have adjusted the actor's role in time.

Jun Qiulan was still embarrassed.

He had to ask for leave before, and he was injured today because he was thinking about the situation in the border town and was distracted, which caused him to lose his balance.

Jun Qiulan sighed: "Don't worry, I promise I won't delay the progress later."

More and more people joined them in the affairs of the border town, and my father and Mr. Su also discovered many talents.

The general situation has been arranged.

Now we just need to follow the development step by step and hope that there are no unexpected situations.

The remaining problem is this war with Rongdi and the roundabout war with the imperial court.

Jun Qiulan sighed in his heart.

Yan Jing asked again: "Let me guess, you want to buy so much salt, are you going to ask the villagers to salt pickles? Are you going to start a pickle business?"

Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine what Jun Qiulan would do with a ton of salt.

Nowadays, you don’t often see young people in the village. Most of them have gone out to work and earn money, and the village is basically filled with elderly people left behind.

He knew that Jun Qiulan's previous folding fans were all handmade by the villagers and were not expensive. He probably only made a little money to supplement the family income.

Pickle business...

If it tastes good, it can actually be made into a small brand.

He actually gave Jun Qiulan some advice.

Registering a small company does not take much time and money.

Then we can pay attention to the sanitary conditions of pickled vegetables and sell them in bulk...

"Wait." Jun Qiulan interrupted Yan Jing's plan, "We're not going to make pickles."

He was also a little helpless.

However, Yan Jing's suggestion is a good idea.

In ancient times, even if they opened more factories and provided jobs for the people, they still had to consider sales.

The market in ancient times was this big.

Transportation, manpower, and time all have to be calculated in terms of cost.

The border town is too small and can only accommodate small businesses. If we want to do big business, there are not enough consumers.

Including some of their previous products, the first consideration was to sell them to other places.

However, Yan Jing said that it is possible to register a small company and sell products produced in the "village" to the world.

Although he didn't earn money, he had enough funds in his hands.

He could use this money to buy other supplies, send them back to ancient times, exchange them for silver, and then pay his employees.

The more I think about this idea, the better it seems.

But I'm afraid I still have to go back and discuss it with my parents before deciding what to do specifically.

Just like the folding fan business I have been doing.

If it weren't for the fact that he and his father were the only ones painting and writing inscriptions on folding fans, this business could have really grown.

Having said that, the folding fan business may have to stop for a while, or the quantity may have to be reduced.

At least 1,000 folding fans are made every month. No matter how busy he and his father are, they always take time to write and draw every day.

Now, he sees that fans’ enthusiasm for consumption has almost reached its peak, and they have bought everything they can. If something is too far away to be purchased, they can now buy a replica at the official flagship store.

He can't keep draining the fans' enthusiasm.

Because his foot was injured today, Yan Jing asked Liu Yue to take Jun Qiulan home and she didn't have to go to the crew.

As for what Jun Qiulan was going to do with that ton of salt, Yan Jing still had no answer.

Jun Qiulan couldn't explain any more.

When he got home, Jun Qiulan just remembered, "When will Jun Bai send you back to me? My teacher is asking about it."

Ever since he brought Jun Baisong to the crew, he never got him back from Yan Jing.

Yan Jing: "Let's talk about it later."

He doesn't have a cat here either, and he also wants to suck on a soft cat.

Jun Qiulan: "...How about you send it back first, and I'll bring it to you in a few days."

Yan Jing still didn't say anything, "Have a good rest."

Jun Qiulan was helpless.

Liu Yue chuckled beside him, "Ahem, well, Lanlan, this is Yunnan Baiyao, remember to spray it on yourself. Oh, if you don't know how, ask Director Yan. Sister Xu Su wants to see me for something, so I have to go to the studio first."

After saying that, he slipped away, leaving Jun Qiulan and Yan Jing looking at each other in bewilderment.

Yan Jing: "Sit down, I'll spray you."

Jun Qiulan quickly shook her head, and the bun on her head was loosened.

"No, there are instructions. I can do it myself."

Yan Jing looked at his slender ankle again, which was now swollen and bruised due to the injury.

This picture...

He looked away again.

"Then I'll be going back first. You should take a good rest for a few days. Don't go out unless necessary. Take good care of your feet for a few days. You can't let me down during the real shooting."

Jun Qiulan raised his hand and swore, "Don't worry, I will recover as soon as possible and will not delay the progress."

Yan Jing left.

Jun Qiulan originally wanted to go back directly, but when he thought about the issue of the folding fan, he called Zhou Wo and explained his intentions.

Zhou Wo didn't seem surprised at all.

How could a big star personally write inscriptions and draw pictures for a local cultural and creative product store?

As for the price, it’s so cheap.

He also truly regarded Jun Qiulan as a friend, and when signing the contract, he played a trick on his leader.

There are too many stars whose reputations have collapsed, so it is best not to sign for too long at one time.

Although the star’s reputation has been affected and the brand’s reputation has been affected, he still has to pay liquidated damages.

But their cultural and creative store is not in this category, the concept is different.

It's like consignment.

Zhou Wo said, "I'll go look through the contract and see if I can make some adjustments if it makes sense."

Jun Qiulan: "It's even troublesome. It's not that my teacher and I don't want to do this business anymore, it's just that we are too busy right now and can't spare much time."

"I understand." Zhou Wo said, "It doesn't matter now. The folding fan designs you provide every month are sold very well on our assembly line."

In fact, Jun Qiulan only produces more than a thousand folding fans every month, and the selling price is 68 yuan. After deducting various costs, they really don’t make any profit.

The purpose of cooperating with Jun Qiulan is actually to increase popularity and traffic to their cultural and creative tourism shops.

To put it bluntly, it is just to take advantage of Jun Qiulan's popularity.

In fact, some netizens have already talked about this issue online. If this continues for a long time, it will not be a good thing for Jun Qiulan's development.

After this matter was settled, Jun Qiulan did not waste any more time.

When I got home, no one was home and the pillows were placed in the wrong direction.

Jun Qiulan understood what was going on in an instant.

There was a note under the pillow.

Hunting, coming back late.

Jun Qiulan quickly changed into a coarse linen outfit that looked like something suitable for hunting, and then took out the bow and arrow that General Huo had given them.

I climbed over the wall, walked around in the woods, and then returned home.

Limping.

He was also dirty.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Qiulan saw the military supervisor sitting in the yard.

Wang Shuo, Lord Wang.

He had only met this third place scholar twice. In fact, if he had not met him in person, he would not have remembered such a person.

Song Xirong quickly ran over to support her son, thinking that her son's acting skills honed over there were indeed useful, as his limp looked real.

Jun Qiulan was just about to salute Wang Shuo according to the rules when he was stopped by the servant beside him.

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