Chapter 46: Prefect

We are not only good at destroying an old world, but also good at building a new world.

After reading this sentence, Su Changxun felt that he was wrong. He was wrong in the past.

But he was born in today's world, and what he learned was the concept of money and imperial family. The class hierarchy of the world is engraved in his bones and blood. In such a world, how can there be universal peace and harmony?

When he saw these words, he suddenly woke up from his dream.

The old world needs to change, but its deep-rooted illness is difficult to cure.

Only by overthrowing this old world can we have the opportunity to build the new world spoken of by the saints.

His heart was filled with emotion.

At that time, I wanted to have a good chat with Jun Qiulan.

But he didn't dare.

Su Changxun went from being reckless to being full of vigor and ambition, and now he has become timid.

The ideas in this book are no different from those in anti-poetry to the world.

I never dared to look for Jun Qiulan.

He has read the book in his hand over and over again many times.

My emotions are not as turbulent as before, but they are still very complicated.

On one side is his ideal world, but he doesn't know if there will be anyone to walk with him on this road.

He even didn't know whether Jun Qiulan had ever had such an idea.

On the other hand, there is the reality issue.

How easy is it to overthrow an old world?

It seems that he and Jun Qiulan are now powerless to change.

"Mr. Su."

Jun Qiulan was brought over by Liu Tong and saw a strange man next to him, who had a hint of official authority.

Don't think about anything else.

He bowed and saluted: "Greetings, Your Excellency the Prefect."

Duan Wen stood up and stepped aside. "Young Master Jun, please don't be so formal. You and I have both been taught by Mr. Su, so we are considered fellow disciples. I am a few years older than you, so you can just call me Senior Brother."

It also means to express closeness.

When he passed the imperial examination and became a Jinshi, Mr. Su had already been demoted. He was just a fellow Jinshi and had no power to change the situation. He could only wait for the opportunity.

He has been in the officialdom for nearly ten years, from a small county magistrate to the current prefect. He has also remained a neutral and loyal minister in the court. In the border town, any official with a little connection would not want to come here, so he had the opportunity to come to this border town.

He had no way to repay Mr. Su's great kindness, so he could only take care of Mr. Su nearby. Mr. Su had been a widower for ten years.

To put it bluntly, he was planning to come here to take care of Mr. Su in his old age.

Obviously, Su Changxun is only a few years older than him.

The main reason is that Su Changxun became famous too early.

Duan Wen looked at Jun Qiulan carrying a piece of pork and felt amused but warm in his heart.

It is so full of life, and this is probably how the deposed prince adapted to this poor border town.

He did not participate in the intrigues in the court, but that did not mean he did not understand how the prince was deposed. Everyone in the court knew about it tacitly.

"Everyone, please sit down." Su Changxun glanced at Jun Qiulan with a complicated expression, then quickly regained his composure. "Why did you suddenly decide to come here today?"

Jun Qiulan handed the pork to Liu Tong and said, "Come and have a meal with Mr. Su."

He looked at Duan Wen again, with some of the youthful vigor that should be possessed by his age, and said, "I didn't expect there would be another senior brother. It just so happens that I have something to give to you, and thank you for helping our family."

This was said directly, without any hesitation, and both Su Changxun and Duan Wen were very surprised.

Jun Qiulan has something to give to Duan Wen?

What?

You can't be here to bribe the prefect, right?

Jun Qiulan directly spread out the cement formula, "My family is renovating our house now, and my father and I made an adhesive. We call it cement. It's very easy to use. In fact, it's not just for building houses. It can also be used to build bridges and roads. It's an excellent material, and the most important thing is that it's not expensive."

Duan Wen's eyes lit up.

Now that he has come here, unless something unexpected happens, he has no plans to be promoted or transferred.

The previous prefect also had no connections. He had been here for ten years, and the higher-ups almost forgot about him.

It was still in the first half of the year when the prefect suddenly got a treasure.

The material is quite special. It is translucent, like glass, but not glass. Anyway, it looks like a cup. The prefect used this cup to establish connections, which gave him the opportunity for promotion and transfer.

He had no intention of doing these things.

But his way of being an official was taught by Mr. Su.

This place is poor, very poor.

There aren't even any local specialties worth mentioning.

"Brother, you can take a look first."

"The production method is indeed not difficult." Duan Wen watched, "Every year, many prisoners are exiled here. There is basically not much use for them in the city, so in the end they are all taken away by the military camp to repair the city walls."

After saying this, he paused for a moment. The deposed prince and his family were also exiled here.

Just no need to serve.

Jun Qiulan: "Brother, there's no need to be shy about this. For me, being away from the gossips of the capital is a good thing."

Although the capital city is flashy and dazzling, it is also fraught with danger. When you see your biological parents, you can only call them "Prince" and "Princess".

In addition to the journey of exile, the first few days after arriving in the border town were indeed difficult.

later……

He smiled. If he hadn't experienced all this, he probably wouldn't have had such an opportunity.

fine.

Now that the family is together, he can also gain experience in the new world.

"Brother, do you have any plans?"

Duan Wen did not reject this drawing?

Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "There was one before, but not now."

He looked a little helpless and amused. "Originally, I was planning to have my senior brother get some cement and bring a few trucks over to us. We were still building the house, but General Huo went to see my dad yesterday and we just happened to meet. General Huo said he would provide us with the cement for building the house."

This really made everyone laugh and cry.

Su Changxun had been silent the whole time, but now he spoke, "This cement is also a good thing that benefits the country and the people. Does Qiulan have any other ideas?"

Jun Qiulan was stunned for a moment. Mr. Su's question sounded strange. He considered it carefully and said, "No, it's just that after researching this thing, I knew it was useful, so I thought it would be great if I could make full use of it."

Su Changxun nodded and continued, "Now that your senior brother is here in this border town, General Huo has also solved a lot of problems for you. If you have any ideas later, it will be more convenient."

Jun Qiulan always felt that Mr. Su spoke a little strangely today.

What could he think?

I just want my family to live a peaceful life.

If I have to say what I want to say, it is to accumulate merit and open up the last escape route for the family as soon as possible.

Seeing his confused look, Su Changxun asked more directly.

"After all, you were once the crown prince. Even though you've fallen to this point, don't you have any ambitions?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was not only Jun Qiulan who was stunned, but Duan Wen was also stunned.

What are you doing, sir?

Why does he feel like he is instigating Jun Qiulan to rebel?

How can they have this ability now?

etc?

It’s not that I don’t have the ability.

General Huo has an army of over one hundred thousand. If they really want to start a rebellion, they may be able to fight.

Duan Wen's breathing became tight.

I've always known that you are a man with great ideals. I thought you hadn't taken any action in the past ten years and just wanted to retire in this place, but I didn't expect you were waiting for such an opportunity?

Duan Wen didn't think much about it. If the teacher had any ideas, he would follow the teacher's footsteps.

Jun Qiulan really didn't know whether Su Changxun came here to test him today or had other ideas?

Or is it the term used by modern netizens, intermittent epilepsy?

The confusion and bewilderment in his eyes were too obvious.

Su Changxun felt relieved, but he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"Since you both call me sir, why don't you come and test your knowledge today?"

Both students were confused. Why was the teacher's thinking so jumpy today?

Teach and test knowledge.

One of them basically stopped studying after becoming an official, and the other had no conditions to study after being exiled. To be precise, he had already acquired new knowledge.

what to do?

It’s like having tea with your teacher on a sunny afternoon many years after graduation, and the teacher suddenly tests you on the knowledge points you have learned.

Why do I feel a little embarrassed suddenly?

Su Changxun also felt happy. Everyone has different ultimate goals when studying.

Duan Wen, a boy from a poor family, had to get up before dawn in order to study and slept only two or three hours a day.

But his purpose was very simple. He wanted to change his family status through the imperial examination so that his parents could live a good life. He also wanted to be an official who could do practical things for the people.

The only way to achieve this goal is to study.

As for Jun Qiulan, he was once one of the princes adopted by the emperor, and he stood out and became the crown prince.

But the court officials would never accept a fool prince, so he had to learn. In addition to the ways of being a king, he also had to learn the civil and military skills. He wanted to be the perfect prince who was proficient in both civil and military skills in the hearts of the court officials and the people.

As for how many of them really want to study, it is impossible to estimate.

"Let's not talk about anything else, let's talk about your understanding of universal peace."

The two people's hearts tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again.

What do you want to do, sir?

"Senior brother, please speak first." Jun Qiulan remained calm. He had some vague guesses in his mind, but he couldn't confirm them now.

Duan Wen couldn't help laughing, "The so-called universal peace is the ideal world in Confucius' mind..."

He doesn't care what the teacher thinks. Since the teacher asked a question, he just answers according to his own ideas.

It's just a debate. When I was in school, I often debated with my classmates.

Although we are learning the same content, I can gain different things from each debate.

Jun Qiulan just watched Duan Wen and Mr. Su debate back and forth.

To Jun Qiulan, the concept of universal peace was too perfect.

But is there anything so perfect in the world?

How easy is it to do this?

He had studied and worked in another world for so long that he naturally admired the administrator who built this new world, even to the point of prostrating himself.

But can that world be called a world of universal peace and harmony?

Jun Qiulan couldn't find the most appropriate words to describe him.

At least from his perspective, he couldn't give a very objective evaluation.

In his eyes, that world is far more beautiful than the one he was born into. In addition to advanced technology, the most important thing is actually humanities.

No matter what, this world of great peace is definitely the ideal world that everyone in the world pursues and strives for.

It is because of the education they received that they have such ideas.

Are there bad guys who want to destroy that world? Of course there are.

But if we compare the two worlds, the new world is already a world of universal peace in the eyes of this world.

For their world, it is too difficult to achieve such an ideal world. Without a qualified leader, it is almost impossible to accomplish.

Thinking of this, Jun Qiulan seemed to realize something.

He glanced at Mr. Su again, perhaps because of the book he gave to Mr. Su last time, Mr. Su had a new idea.

He felt quite helpless.

If he were still the crown prince, having seen such an ideal world and having capable ministers like Mr. Su to assist him, he would naturally be willing to move closer to that world and learn from it.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems like a fantasy. If you want to learn and get closer to that world, the first thing you need to overthrow is the royal aristocracy like them.

During this teaching test, Jun Qiulan mostly listened and rarely spoke.

But Mr. Su's eyes fell on him from time to time.

It feels quite uneasy.

This made him curious about what book Mr. Su had read.

It was also his fault. When he first went to the bookstore, he was dazzled. Apart from the military and history books of that world, he basically picked up every other kind of book without reading the contents carefully.

After taking it home, he originally wanted to take a look at it, but by chance, Uncle Hua gave him the textbook about the world from childhood to adulthood.

To him, textbooks are definitely more important than extracurricular knowledge.

I can't go out and be called a "leaky fish" by others.

Fortunately, Liu Tong rescued him and also rescued Duan Wen, who was almost sweating.

"Lunch is ready, sir."

Su Changxun stood up and said, "Let's go and eat first."

Duan Wen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his junior brother Jun Qiulan with a complicated expression.

The gentleman obviously has some ideas now, but this junior fellow is not taking the bait.

Fortunately, he initially thought that the junior brother had some ideas, and the master was persuaded by the junior brother.

The result is completely opposite?

The lunch was not very sumptuous.

There was the meat that Jun Qiulan brought today, as well as a vegetable, a bowl of soup, and most importantly, a plate of fermented tofu.

When he just met Su Changxun again, he missed something. Su Changxun asked Jun Qiulan for a recipe for fermented tofu.

This was the information Jun Qiulan had looked up online overnight.

I have to say, it tastes really good.

Su Changxun just looked at him, ate a piece of fermented tofu, and ate a large bowl of rice, without even putting his chopsticks on the meat.

"You're not a strong person, and you don't like to eat meat." Duan Wendu teased him.

Jun Qiulan felt wronged.

It’s not that he doesn’t like meat, it’s just that the pork here is too fishy and even he, who is not a picky eater, finds it difficult to swallow.

What's more, their family now basically buys groceries and cooks in another world, and occasionally buys some roast chicken and braised goose directly.

He can't gain weight because he has a small frame.

Su Changxun saw something, "Although this pork smells fishy, ​​it's cheap. It's a rare delicacy on the tables of ordinary people."

If people do not replenish oil and water for a long time, their bodies will have problems.

"Exactly," Duan Wen continued. "When I was studying, I was even thinner than my junior brother. All the little income our family had went towards my studies. Throughout the year, we could only eat a few slices of meat during the Chinese New Year. Although it was a bit shabby, what we looked forward to most back then was when a family in the village held a wedding or funeral."

He was educated and could write a gift list for the host, so he could sit at the table for dinner without having to bring any gifts.

Who doesn’t crave meat?

On weekdays, eating an egg occasionally is considered to be a tonic for the body.

Su Changxun also said, "When I was a child and studying, it was similar."

He is different from Duan Wen. Duan Wen is a child of poverty through and through, while he is a child of a poor family.

This identity actually brought shackles. He could not do many "indecent" things like Duan Wen, otherwise the elders in the clan would say that he had lost his integrity.

I am still speechless when I think about it. At that time, we could barely afford to eat, so what was the point of talking about decency and integrity?

Generally speaking, eating meat is not easy.

The people nowadays are similar.

The piece of meat that Jun Qiulan brought today weighed at least two pounds, but ordinary people usually bought meat in pieces of two or three taels.

For a large family, one or two thin slices of meat per person would be enough.

Sometimes, people would quarrel at the dinner table over who ate two more pieces and who ate less.

Jun Qiulan seemed to be lost in thought.

After a while, he spoke softly.

"I remember reading in a book that there's a way to remove the fishy smell from pork. All you have to do is, uh, make them into eunuch pigs when they're young. Then the pork won't have that fishy smell anymore. And after that, the pigs will become more docile, less active, and grow meat faster."

He had seen it online before and heard that pigs grow rapidly after being castrated.

Their pigs nowadays are considered fat if they can grow to 200 kilograms, but for pigs over there, 300 to 400 kilograms is a normal weight.

He hasn't studied the specific operations yet.

"Are you serious?" Duan Wen's eyes lit up. "Junior brother, are you here to present me with your achievements today?"

Not to mention cement, it will take a long time to see the effect, but castration of pigs can be carried out today and the results will be seen soon.

Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "It just happened that we talked about it, and I just remembered this matter. I need to go back and look up the specific method and age of cutting. I will send it to Brother in a few days. It can be considered a good thing to let the people eat meat."

This incident should also allow him to accumulate merit.

Even though the thing was about to be bitten off, the man couldn't help but feel a tightness in his stomach when he heard it.

But if the people can eat meat, it won’t be a big deal.

Duan Wen had no doubt that the reputation of Prince Jun Yu for his love of collecting books had spread too far, so it was not surprising that his son Jun Qiulan was also well-read.

Only Su Changxun's smile was somewhat meaningful.

He has finished reading the books he brought back, except for the book on new ideas. It is time to return the others. He can then borrow a few more from Jun Yu.

Jun Qiulan seemed to hear someone calculating on the abacus.

After the meal, Duan Wen didn't want to be tested again, so he prepared to slip away, using the excuse that he had official business to attend to.

"Brother." Jun Qiulan stood up and saluted. "Please don't spread the origin of the cement formula."

"This..." Duan Wen understood after a little thought.

Or maybe this family's identity is too embarrassing.

He said, "I know my limits. If you have any questions, just come to the government office and find me."

"Okay, I understand."

Duan Wen left.

Jun Qiulan can't leave yet.

"Sir, can I see the book you took away last time?"

Su Changxun tutted his words in an extremely rude manner, "I knew you were going to ask."

He took out the books and said, "Except this one, you can take the others first."

That's the book Jun Qiulan wants to read.

It was originally his book, so Su Changxun naturally had no reason to refuse it.

After a morning of conversation, he finally understood that Jun Qiulan had never read this book at all.

It would be better to let him take a look.

Jun Qiulan took a quick look and knew what was going on.

He has studied up to junior high school using the textbooks he got from Uncle Hua.

This great administrator has been mentioned in Chinese language textbooks, politics, and history.

I have read what he said and seen the poems he wrote.

Every time he gets new insights and ideas, which are worth his deep consideration.

He put down the book. "Sir, you should know that destroying the old world requires bloodshed and sacrifice, and we don't seem to have the ability to do so. Moreover, to achieve such an ideal world, the first thing we must do is overthrow the rule of the emperor and overthrow this feudal society."

Su Changxun sighed. How could he not understand these principles?

It's just a little regretful.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. If Qiulan has time, please find me a few more books by this great administrator. Even if I can't do anything, it's good to learn from them."

Jun Qiulan nodded. He had already read this book and didn't mind reading a few more.

Then he talked about the main purpose of today.

"I've discovered a high-yield crop. I originally planned to find a way to promote it through my senior brother after the spring of next year, but General Huo saw it yesterday. The quantity is small, and if I want to promote it to the public, I'm afraid it will take a long time. What are your thoughts, sir?"

Of course, he didn't mind General Huo focusing on the army's supply needs first.

But the people also have to be considered.

If Huo Lian had not caught him, he could have taken out more, and then the military and civilians would each get a portion, and after planting for a season, they could promote it.

Su Changxun only had a vague understanding of his secret, but he was smart and knew what was going on as soon as he heard it.

He stroked his beard and asked, "Is there only one high-yield grain?"

Jun Qiulan's head buzzed.

When he first traveled through time, he relied on novels to study.

The three-piece set of time-travel food: corn, sweet potatoes and potatoes.

I bought the potatoes before, it was just an accident.

At that time, he had no concrete idea of ​​the yield of these crops.

I found out later, but the season was not right, so I didn’t think about buying more. Instead, I thought I could go there and buy it anytime.

Now think about it again, General Huo only saw one, and he didn't know the other two.

It can be said that it was sent by an old friend of Mr. Su from another place, or it was brought by Senior Brother Duan Wen when he came to take up his post.

You can say it any way you want.

No one will go into it further.

As for whether anyone would investigate the origins of the grain seeds in detail, there is no need to say. The world is so vast that transportation and communication are inconvenient.

After traveling all over the country to check, this grain variety should be spread.

"Then thank you, Mr. Trouble."

"It's okay." Su Changxun was relieved, but also sighed with regret.

He was also wondering if the world would be different if Jun Qiulan had had this wonderful opportunity when he was still the prince.

But there aren't so many ifs.

It’s pretty good now.

He was also curious, "How high can the yield of this high-yield grain be?"

"The yield per mu ranges from 3,000 to 8,000 kilograms, and it's all related to the land and the region."

Su Changxun took a breath of cold air.

He originally thought that if he could double the output of ordinary grain, it would be the best grain.

If this method is promoted, farmers will work harder and won’t have to go hungry in the future.

Now it seems that his vision is too narrow.

I don’t know what Jun Qiulan’s adventure was like.

Although he was curious, he had promised Jun Qiulan not to ask about it, so he would not mention it again.

"I will discuss this matter with your Senior Brother Duan Wen. You don't have to worry about my origins."

Jun Qiulan bowed, "Thank you very much, sir."

His sincere attitude made Su Changxun feel even more regretful.

Even though I have fallen to this point, I still want to do good things for the country and the people and make people's lives better.

Even though his own safety might be threatened, he still took out the food.

Oh, what a good child.

Even if he cannot overthrow this old world and let him ascend to the throne, he will still be a wise ruler who can serve the country and the people.

Maybe we can go to the general's mansion some other day?

No, Huo Lian's family has always been loyal ministers who only fight wars and never participate in any court disputes.

So even though the old emperor did not like Huo Lian, he never thought of replacing Huo Lian as a border army general, nor did he take back his military power over the years.

This matter needs to be carefully considered.

Jun Qiulan didn't know that Su Changxun had made the misunderstanding worse again.

If he hadn't understood the mechanism of time travel before, he would have been cautious when getting the grain seeds even if he had the idea. Now the purpose of all his actions is to leave a last way out for his family.

How can there be so many ideas?

Afterwards, Su Changxun kept Jun Qiulan to chat for a while.

Jun Qiulan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. For every ten sentences he spoke, there had to be one sentence about the emperor's way of thinking mixed in.

The tone was just casual chatting, so he couldn't say anything.

Forget about all that. He now has what he wants to do and doesn't want to interfere with anything else.

It was not until mid-afternoon that he finally got away.

I have to go to the general's mansion to see Wan'er.

I didn't see Wan'er when I went there. I heard from Miss Miao'er that she went out to learn horse riding again.

Jun Qiulan simply gave the small bag to Miss Miao'er and asked her to pass it on to Wan'er.

There was a letter he wrote to Wan'er in the bag. He was worried that Wan'er would be busy out when he came, so this letter would come in handy.

"Don't worry, Master Jun, I will definitely bring it to you."

Jun Qiulan bowed politely, "Thank you very much, young lady."

Qian Miaoer couldn't help laughing. "Then I'll get busy first. The housekeeper has already sent someone to notify General Huo. Mr. Jun, please take a rest for a while and have a cup of hot tea."

"Thank you very much."

Qian Miaoer laughed again. This man was too polite.

But at the same time, it was also his sense of propriety and alienation, which Qian Miaoer saw very clearly.

Her mother actually had the idea of ​​marrying her to Mr. Jun.

The Jun family will worry about Wan'er's future, and her family will naturally worry about her future as well, as she is also of marriageable age.

But where can I find a suitable family in this border town?

She was the daughter of her parents who were born in their old age, and was raised in the palm of their hands. Even her three brothers did not receive as much treatment as she did.

Now that her father had been wrongly beheaded, her family had been exiled to a border town. Her three brothers and two older nephews had all been sent to the army, so her mother kept a closer eye on her.

After establishing connections with the village, some villagers secretly asked her three sisters-in-law about her marriage, but those who came to inquire all came from families with poor financial conditions, or even the men themselves had many problems, such as laziness, gambling, or even disability.

How could her mother bear to let her marry into such a family?

Even if they are just an ordinary farming family, and the family is harmonious and a little poor, it doesn't matter, his mother might consider it.

But no, people looked down on their status as exiled prisoners.

After much thought, it seems that Jun Qiulan is the most suitable person, and he is also of marriageable age.

Putting aside their previous identities, they are all exiled and down-and-out people now. Young Master Jun has noble character and is both civil and martial. Although he is unlikely to have any great prospects in the future, his character and appearance alone make him worthy of a woman's trust.

Besides, Jun Qiulan's parents are both easy to get along with, and Miss Wan'er is also a good girl.

Before she could refuse, her mother rejected the idea for some unknown reason.

This made her feel relieved. She had imagined in the past what kind of person she would marry in the future, but Young Master Jun was like a banished immortal. Just based on his appearance, she was not worthy of him.

Besides, after spending so much time with Wan'er, I have learned new knowledge from her, that women don't have to get married.

She thought that instead of marrying someone she didn't know what kind of person he was and living a sloppy life, it would be better to focus on what she wanted to do.

She also wanted to be as brave as her sister Wan'er, and wanted to support her family with her own shoulders.

Jun Qiulan didn't know that the neighbors had had such an idea, and he was still waiting for General Huo.

Mrs. Huo was not at home either. Winter was about to come, and the soldiers' winter clothes were already being made. They were busy every day.

Thinking of this, Jun Qiulan actually sighed. General Huo and his wife had a son and a daughter, both of whom were sent back to the capital, and the family could not be reunited easily.

This is the balancing method commonly used by emperors.

To put it bluntly, Huo Lian had military power in his hands, and his family members who stayed in the capital were like hostages, which made him dare not rebel easily.

This has basically been the practice throughout the dynasties.

As for why Mrs. Huo was able to stay in the border town, it was simply because she grew up in the border town.

Huo Lian didn't let Jun Qiulan wait too long. After receiving the news, he rode his horse back from the military camp.

"How is it? What is your plan for that clod of earth, Master Jun?"

This person is really straightforward.

Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "Originally, I planned to start promoting it in the village in the spring of next year, but since General Huo wants it, I can give it to him."

There's something wrong with this.

When I was chatting with Jun Yu before, I revealed a piece of information that they didn't know that this grain could have such a high yield.

This was what confused him. After he came back and talked with his wife, he finally figured it out.

If you don't know, why do you have to watch it so closely?

Something is obviously wrong.

Isn’t that what Jun Qiulan meant today?

It is obvious that he knows the yield of this lump of earth.

Huo Yan's expression was a bit playful. "Master Jun seems to have known in advance that this clod of earth would have a high yield, otherwise why would he have planned to promote it in the village?"

Jun Qiulan was not surprised either.

He remained calm and spoke slowly, "I'm sorry to bother you, General. My family has never farmed before. When we bought this clod of earth, we didn't know what it was, so we decided to plant it and see what it was like. Then, when we saw the vines growing thickly, we thought they were some kind of vegetable, so we picked some and fried them."

Having said this, he seemed to be mocking himself for not knowing the difference between the five grains.

He continued, "The vines didn't taste good, so my family each ate a handful. We ended up having stomach problems for two days. That's when we realized vines aren't edible. So we dug up a bunch and looked at the lumps of earth underneath. That's when I got the idea. Each lump was only half the size of a thumb. If they all grew up..."

There is no need to explain further what follows.

Huo Lian then nodded.

Jun Qiulan's words were completely logical and he couldn't find any flaws at all. By the way, he also learned that vines cannot be eaten.

Huo Lian continued, "Now that you want to hand over the clod of earth to this general, what are your requests?"

Jun Qiulan smiled shyly. "General, you know that none of us can farm, but we're worried because we have no food at home. So, when you grow some, just send us a few boxes every year as food."

He has grasped these micro-expressions very well, and there is no trace of acting at all.

Jun Qiulan also thought that acting skills need to be put into practice in order to improve.

Look, General Huo now has a face full of question marks.

"You want me to farm for you?"

Jun Qiulan showed an embarrassed expression again.

"I beg your forgiveness, General Huo. I later used that unripe clump to study this soil lump. It has several buds that can be cut open, and each bud can be used as a seed. However, that clump wasn't ripe in the first place, and the season wasn't right, so it didn't survive. General Huo, why don't you try my planting method? The yield should be doubled."

He was downplaying it.

Huo Lan and his father both estimated the potato yield to be around 2,000 kilograms, but he checked and found that the average yield of the variety he bought could reach 5,000 kilograms.

He continued, "The potato yield is so high, there's no need for the general to plant them himself. Sending us a few baskets wouldn't be too much, right?"

Huo Lian didn't even know what to say.

The father and son came up with an adhesive, but since they didn't want to bake it themselves, they gave him the recipe and they waited for it to be ready to use.

The same goes for potatoes nowadays. If a family doesn’t know how to farm, why not just give them to the military camp to grow them, and then send him a few baskets back after they’re done growing?

The abacus beads were jingling.

Huo Lian hesitated to speak, then said, "Since we're going to live in a border town soon, why not learn how to farm? Food will be hard to come by when natural disasters or man-made calamities hit. By then, you'll have your own fields and land, so you won't be starving."

Jun Qiulan knew his good intentions.

But farming is impossible for him, and don’t even think about him farming himself in this life.

The last time he reclaimed that small piece of wasteland, he got two big blisters on the palms of his hands, which shows that he is not cut out for this.

His father's hands are for holding a pen, his mother's hands are for using an abacus, and his younger sister's hands will be used to save lives in the future.

Why should I suffer this?

Isn’t it better to eat ready-made food?

He simply ignored Huo Yan's words and said in a shrewd way, "The general is right."

Huo Lian was speechless. Never mind.

If Jun Qiulan's statement is correct, the potato yield can be doubled. Even if it cannot be doubled, it would be great if it can reach 3,000 kilograms.

How much can this family of four eat in a year?

Just give away as many boxes as you want.

If there really is a famine some year, what's wrong with taking care of them in consideration of the grain and seeds he donated today?

"I have agreed to your request. Do you have any other requests?"

Jun Qiulan looked embarrassed, as if he was going through some inner struggle, and finally spoke, "General, this is food that can survive. If there is enough in the barracks, please promote it among the people."

Huo Yan waved his hand and said, "How difficult is this?"

Jun Qiulan smiled, "Then General, please send someone to my house to take them away. These potatoes should be kept in a cool place and away from sunlight. They should last for half a year without any problem."

Huo Yan nodded. "Let's go, it's still early today. I'll take you back."

Pull the potatoes back by the way.

He couldn't wait a moment.

He sent an ox cart to pick up Jun Qiulan.

"The house is being built now. What are your plans?" Huo Lian followed on horseback.

Jun Qiulan said shamelessly: "I'd better study various formulas at home. Maybe I can come to the general to exchange things."

Huo Lian was speechless.

Even Jun Yu was planning to go to the village to teach, so Jun Qiulan really didn't plan to go out to work?

Researching a recipe?

It's easy to say, but how can there be so many formulas to research?

But he didn't expect that in the near future, he would be slapped in the face.

That’s all in the past.

Huo Yan didn't refuse him and said, "If you have any other good recipes, just bring them over."

Jun Qiulan was just waiting for him to say this.

General Huo does not have this restriction on things that he cannot implement.

When I got home, Song Song meowed to greet me.

Jun Qiulan picked him up with a smile, "Why are you playing so dirty again?"

My parents are right. If we only keep the dog in a rental house, the space is so small that it is not enough for the dog to play.

The village is still better.

It just gets dirty too easily. If you like to sleep on the bed every night, you have to clean it every day.

Huo Lian looked at him holding the cat as if he were his son, feeling a little disgusted.

By the way, Jun Qiulan is twenty years old, right?

Isn’t his family in a hurry to find him a marriage?

It was difficult before, but now it’s getting better, isn’t it?

Forget it, as an outsider, he won’t interfere in their family affairs.

Jun Yu also came back from the construction site next door.

The father and son exchanged a look.

Very good, absolutely.

Huo Lan didn't stay long after he picked up the potatoes. He had to go supervise the cement production and deliver cement to the father and son in two days.

I realized it so late, why was he like an ox or a horse?

After Huo Yan left, Song Ting and the others also came over.

During this period, we have received enough goods and are preparing to return home.

"Leaving tomorrow?" Song Xirong was quite reluctant.

"Don't worry, aunt and uncle. If we don't leave now, the roads will be difficult to travel when it snows. I've got some sheepskins. If we take them back, we can sell them for a good price in the winter. We'll set off next spring."

"Hey, okay, be careful on the road."

Jun Qiulan changed the packaging of the sugar and gave it to Song Ting, and then took out a small box separately.

"Give this box to Grandpa and Grandma when you get home."

Inside were photos of their family and letters they had written.

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