Chapter 65 Discussion

Jun Shuwan was chattering about her recent life.

Because she was going to conduct a different medical experiment, Mrs. Huo basically tried her best to cooperate. If she needed something, she just had to say it, and it would be delivered to her in the yard within a few days.

It can be said that it opens the door to convenience.

This is enough to show that Mrs. Huo and General Huo trust her.

Perhaps it was the previous alcohol disinfection, coupled with the suture of the wound, that gave them a certain shock.

It looks simple, but no one has done this before. Jun Shuwan dares to do this, maybe she really has some skills.

No matter what the result is, Jun Shuwan must give it a try.

Jun Qiulan and Jun Yu listened with smiles on their faces.

But before they even entered the yard, they smelled a strong smell of garlic, which was so strong that they could hardly open their eyes.

I also smelled it on Jun Shuwan just now, but I always felt that it might have been picked up during the meal.

As a result, the smell of garlic in the yard was too strong.

Jun Qiulan thought of the time-travel novels he had read: "Wan'er is researching allicin?"

Allicin has certain effects on antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects. It can not only be taken orally, but also applied externally. The preparation process is not complicated. It is one of the antibiotics that can be produced under the current limited conditions.

Jun Shuwan's eyes sparkled. "Brother, you're so smart."

Jun Yu couldn't help laughing: "Although I don't know what allicin is, the smell of garlic here is too strong."

Jun Shuwan had been in the same environment for too long, and she couldn't smell it anymore.

"It's okay, it's okay, you'll get used to it." Jun Shuwan smiled rather embarrassedly.

Ordinary girls all want to make themselves smell good, but she made herself smell like garlic.

Fortunately, the experimental results seem to be good.

Maybe we will have good news in a few days. We will conduct experiments on animals first. After confirming the results, we will find a few wounded soldiers and try to cure their chronic diseases.

Although we need to be humanitarian, we also have to consider clinical experience.

Some wounded soldiers were seriously ill and almost waiting to die. General Huo had personally talked to them before, and they were all willing.

Instead of letting the wound fester and wait for death, why not try this so-called new medicine? What if it can cure it?

Who wants to die in pain when they can live?

When Jun Shuwan said this, she was worried that her brother would not agree.

Jun Qiulan only said one sentence, "When testing the medicine, pay attention to the dosage and don't use too much at once."

The reason why they had such good effects from the medicines there before was because they had never taken them before and had no drug resistance in their bodies. According to actual medication usage, they should actually reduce the dosage by half.

"I understand, brother, I will definitely not do anything rash."

After entering the yard, Qian Miaoer had already prepared tea.

"Uncle, Mr. Jun, have a cup of hot tea."

Jun Qiulan still looked polite, "Thank you, Miss Miao'er."

Qian Miaoer smiled and said, "You are too polite, Master Jun."

Jun Qiulan looked at Qian Miaoer and saw a hint of joy on her face.

Qian Miaoer took the initiative to explain a few words, "It was all thanks to Sister Wan'er that she saved my third brother. Otherwise, if this news got back, no one in the family would have survived."

After all the exile, it is not difficult to see that this family are all people with strong temperaments.

After settling down in the border town, I never received any news from the military camp.

But sometimes, no news is the best news.

Years ago, Qian Miaoer's third brother followed the team to quell the rebellion and was seriously injured. If Jun Shuwan had not rescued him, the third brother would definitely not have survived.

When someone dies, someone from the military camp must be sent to report the death.

Fortunately, she met Wan'er, who also happened to know some art and was able to save her third brother.

Otherwise, she couldn't imagine how much pain her mother and third sister-in-law would suffer.

She followed her sister Wan'er to the military camp and not only met her third brother, but also her other two brothers.

The other two brothers also went out to quell the riots, but they were no longer in the same team. They were both injured, but their condition was not serious. They would be fine after a few days of disinfection and bandaging in the barracks.

It's an unspoken rule in the military camp. In the first year, after training for a period of time, new recruits and exiles must be taken out to see blood. Otherwise, they won't be able to hold a knife steadily on the battlefield, so how can they fight?

Unfortunately, her three brothers were all scholars and had never practiced martial arts before.

My family has been very worried.

Speaking of this, Qian Miaoer's eyes were red. "Thanks to Sister Wan'er, she dragged me to learn this medical skill together. Years ago, I rescued many soldiers in the military camp. General Huo knew that I had three brothers in the military camp, so he transferred them to the horse breeding and kitchen."

Horse breeding and kitchen work also require daily training, but overall it is safer and there is no need to charge into battle at any time.

She knew that General Huo was showing some preferential treatment to his brothers only for the sake of his sister Wan'er.

Jun Shuwan: "I told you not to mention this, why did Sister Miaoer bring it up again today? Don't think about it. We sisters are united and work hard. One day in the future, we can also become the support of our family."

Qian Miaoer burst into laughter and said, "Then I will pester Sister Wan'er and ask you to take care of me more."

Yes, although her reputation in the military camp is not as high as Wan'er's, the wounded soldiers who have been treated by her all respect her.

If this continues, one day she will be able to protect her family from wind and rain like her sister Wan'er.

She lives and eats with her sister Wan'er. Wan'er has some strange things on her and can even take out strange books. She said she had no idea at all, so it must be impossible.

Qian Miaoer is not a fool and has some associations.

But it doesn't matter. She won't tell anyone, not even her family. She has never mentioned it at all.

What she has to do now is to follow Jun Shuwan's footsteps. This must be the right thing to do.

Jun Qiulan felt relieved when she saw that the two girls had a good relationship.

Although Wan'er is quite respected in the general's mansion, it would be better for her to have a sister who she can talk to. When encountering problems, the two sisters can discuss them.

Jun Qiulan: "There might be a drought this year. Mother has already taken Old Madam Qian to see the village head. We'll have to work a little harder and plant some crops. I have some good seeds here. As long as they can be planted, we'll definitely be able to get through this."

Qian Miaoer understood what he hadn't said and bowed, "Thank you, Master Jun."

"You're welcome. You and Wan'er have a good relationship and are of similar age. You're like my own sister. It's cold and bitter in this border town right now, but if our two families can help each other, we can get by."

Qian Miaoer hesitated for a moment, "But I'm afraid the money at home is not enough."

We used the family's money to buy two small courtyards, renovated them, installed a kang, and bought some winter supplies. There was nothing left.

There was heavy snow before the New Year, so my third sister-in-law couldn’t do her egg custard business and her income was cut off.

In other words, she brought back some gift money during the Chinese New Year so that the family wouldn't be short of money.

But if I want to buy land, I'm afraid it's still not enough.

"No problem. If you can buy it, buy it. If you can't, just rent it. There are a lot of wastelands in the village."

There are many military households in the village who were exiled. All the men have joined the army, and the families are filled with women and children. There is still a shortage of labor force. There is land, but no one to farm it.

The village head usually has the power to rent the land to people who cannot afford to buy land, such as newcomers like them who are short of money.

Qian Miaoer knew that this was all out of kindness from the Jun family.

She still bowed to the father and son and said, "I won't disturb Uncle and Master Jun from talking to Sister Wan'er. I still have some things to do. It's a task assigned to me by Sister Wan'er, so I'll go ahead and do it."

Jun Qiulan felt from the bottom of his heart that it would be good for Wan'er to have someone to take care of her in the general's mansion.

As for helping your neighbors, it is actually a mutually beneficial thing.

There are many things that are inconvenient for them to do outside, but living next door makes it much more convenient.

"Dad, brother, should we think of a solution to this drought?" Jun Shuwan lowered her voice.

Jun Qiulan nodded. "I went to the city today for this matter. I brought some sweet potatoes with me and planned to go to Mr. Su to see if he has any ideas for promoting these sweet potatoes. Even if a family only cultivates half an acre of land, they can get through this difficult time if they grit their teeth."

If there is any action at home, they will not hide it from Wan'er. Wan'er has grown up and has an idea of ​​what is going on at home, which can come in handy at critical moments.

Jun Shuwan sighed, "When I was in the capital, I only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, and never knew the suffering of the people. Now that I have experienced it myself, I know that it is really not easy for the common people at the bottom. Whether they can have enough food depends on God's will."

Like a little adult sighing.

Jun Yu couldn't help but laugh. "Wan'er, don't worry about it. Fortunately, we still have General Huo guarding the border town, and now we have Prefect Duan in charge. We can get through this."

Jun Shuwan nodded, "Dad and Mom should be careful at home."

Jun Qiulan couldn't help but laugh: "Wan'er, please be careful in the General's Mansion. If you go out, it's best not to go alone."

Although Wan'er has now won the respect of the general's mansion and the soldiers, the current situation is special and there is a shortage of food outside.

If a severe drought really comes, little girls and children will be the most vulnerable.

"Wan'er knows the seriousness of the matter. Don't worry, Daddy and Brother. I don't go out much on weekdays. If I need anything, I'll go directly to Madam Huo. If there's anything, I'll send someone to deliver a letter to Cousin Yan. Madam Huo will also send someone to take us home."

The father and son did not stay for long.

After chatting for a while and drinking two cups of hot tea, Jun Qiulan went to see Jun Shuwan's experiment.

It smells of garlic and is very pungent.

Jun Qiulan couldn't stand it any longer. "I'm sorry for wronging our Wan'er. I'll bring you a bottle of perfume someday."

"No, absolutely not." Jun Shuwan quickly refused. "As a medical professional, you shouldn't have any weird scents on your body. Brother, why don't you bring me some soap?"

Perfume, her place is full of garlic, and combined with the smell of perfume, it is both fragrant and smelly. The smell is simply unimaginable.

Just use soap, wash her clean, and she will still be a sweet little girl.

What little girl doesn't love beauty?

What's more, after the experiment is successful, she will teach the preparation method to others. She is not making backup medicine for the military camp. Large-scale production still needs to be handed over to professionals.

Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing. "Okay, if you need anything, just send someone to let me know and I'll do my best to find it for you."

"I know." Jun Shuwan whispered softly, "Brother, you are too nagging."

Jun Qiulan didn't know what to say.

After leaving the general's mansion, Jun Qiulan and the others wasted no time and drove their donkey cart to Su Changxun's house.

What a coincidence.

Senior Brother Duan Wen is here too.

When Liu Tong led the father and son in, Senior Brother Duan Wen's face also showed some anxiety.

"Senior Brother."

"Junior brother, you've arrived just in time." Duan Wen said casually, "I've consulted many experienced farmers about the drought situation, and I'm afraid it's pretty close. Junior brother, do you have any insights?"

Jun Qiulan sighed: "Sir, Senior Brother, I came here today for this matter."

Su Changxun hesitated for a moment, then said, "Did you get any news about the grain you sent people to look for from your old friend?"

Jun Qiulan's mind moved and he exchanged a glance with his father.

I mentioned this to Mr. Su before, and he was worried about how to explain the origin of this grain. Mr. Su explained it clearly in one sentence.

Food obtained from old friends.

At this time, he was glad that he was a prince in the past. He knew many people and there must be a few friends who didn't care about his status.

He said, "Indeed, there is news. I brought a sack here today. If you don't mind, I can ask Brother Xiaotong to help cook two for you to taste. It will also be easier for you to promote it."

Su Changxun gave an order to Liu Tong.

A sack of grain seeds, but he knew that Jun Qiulan could definitely give out more than that.

He thought that if it were before, Jun Qiulan would definitely not take such a risk, but now the situation is special, so it’s different.

Duan Wen was completely confused. "This bright red fruit covered in dirt? Is it food? What kind of food?"

How could he not understand? He had never seen it before.

Having an extra kind of food is indeed a good thing, but when a severe drought comes and the fields fail to produce any harvest, how can this problem be solved?

Su Changxun said carefully, "Is the grain yield really very high?"

Jun Qiulan nodded, "If planted properly, the yield per mu can reach 4,000 to 5,000 kilograms."

Duan Wen stood up immediately. "Are you serious? Why haven't I heard of such food before?"

He was a farmer's son. His hometown was not too poor and the land was not barren. The grain yield was higher than other places. Although it was not as good as that in the Jiangnan area, one acre of land could still produce about one stone more than other places.

But it's only about 400 kilograms. These 4,000 to 5,000 kilograms of grain are unheard of and even more unimaginable. What kind of grain can achieve such a yield?

He began to doubt his life.

"Junior brother, are you sure you're right? It's one thousand kilograms, right? Not four or five thousand kilograms?" He confirmed again and again.

"It's definitely 4,000 to 5,000 kilograms. Even though this place is barren, a yield of 3,000 kilograms per mu shouldn't be a problem."

What he said was conservative. The actual output is indeed too scary.

Jun Yu began to explain, "Master Duan, have you ever heard of the plant called the schizonepeta tenuifolia? I gave Brother Su a quilt for free earlier, and it was made from this plant."

Su Changxun: "That quilt is indeed warm and very breathable."

Jun Yu continued, "It's such a good thing, but it's being raised as an ornamental plant by the powerful."

That’s all I have to say.

The remaining half is left to Duan Wen's imagination.

Duan Wen pondered, "Is this also the case with the grain?"

Jun Qiulan nodded. "This grain was originally imported. It was passed down to the home of my old friend, who cultivated it as a common food. Oh, and by the way, the leaves of these sweet potatoes can also be eaten. If we have more money in the future, we can feed them to pigs. Pigs will also like them."

Duan Wen still had many doubts in his mind.

This grain is different from Baidiezi.

He had the good fortune to see the daisy once before. When it bloomed, it was a cluster of white flowers, like curls of wool, and it was indeed quite beautiful.

But this food...

The concept is different.

If it is presented to the emperor, promotion is inevitable.

But why didn't that person do that?

Duan Wen suddenly thought of the witty exchanges between the master and his junior fellow apprentice, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"Brother, tell me, how do you grow this grain? What are its characteristics? Does it prefer drought or water?"

Jun Qiulan smiled. He didn't expect that Senior Brother Duan Wen didn't even ask a single question about such a poor excuse.

I think it is out of trust in him and Mr. Su.

Jun Qiulan handed Duan Wen the planting guide and plant characteristics that he had written in advance.

"This plant is drought-tolerant and is an early spring variety. Once the snow melts, we can start raising seedlings and sowing..."

Duan Wen nodded, listening to Jun Qiulan while reading what his junior brother wrote.

The more I look at it, the more frightened I become.

This so-called planting guide is too detailed.

There's even an improved recipe for farmyard manure.

"Junior brother, this farm manure...?"

Jun Qiulan explained: "It can be used not only on sweet potatoes but also on ordinary crops. It can increase the fertility of the soil and eliminate pests to a certain extent."

"Okay, okay, it's a good thing. Junior brother, please tell me in detail..."

"Brother, don't be anxious..."

The two brothers started discussing this.

Su Changxun glanced at Jun Yu, whose eyes were full of praise and appreciation for his son.

"Brother Yu, please sit down. I guess they'll have to chat for a while. Brother Yu, why don't you play a game of hand with me?"

"Brother Su, I'm afraid you have something to tell me?"

Su Changxun smiled and said, "Since Bai cares so much about the world, wouldn't it be a pity if he were reduced to being just a commoner?"

It's another unclear statement.

But how could Jun Yu not understand?

He said, "No matter what Jibai thinks, as his father, I will definitely support him."

After a pause, he continued, "Whether he is a peddler or a royal family member, he is still my son, and he is still himself."

Su Changxun couldn't help but feel that the father and son were too calm.

He had some guesses about Jun Qiulan's secret.

With such an adventure, don’t you want to achieve great things?

Even if he cannot achieve the ideal world that the administrator talks about, based on his abilities and his adventures, he is fully capable of changing the entire Dasheng and allowing the people to live a life of plenty.

Become an emperor whose reputation will be remembered forever.

In this situation now, we have to find excuses from all parties to get some grain seeds.

Su Changxun sighed.

Will he have the chance to see a world of universal peace and harmony in his lifetime?

Although Jun Qiulan was talking with Duan Wen about food, he was still keeping a close eye on what was happening on Mr. Su's side.

In fact, he was also a little helpless.

He had seen the world described by the administrator.

And have a profound understanding.

It’s a wonderful world indeed.

But how can they change this world?

Is it just relying on his eloquence to persuade people?

To overthrow the world, the first people to be defeated are the royal family and the aristocratic families, and their control over knowledge must be broken.

However, no matter which dynasty it is, it seems that rebellion cannot escape the support of the aristocratic families.

Money and manpower are also controlled by them.

Could it be that he also stood on a high place and shouted, "Are kings, princes, generals and ministers of different races?"

When the people are not forced into a desperate situation, how many people can stand up and respond?

Let’s talk about General Huo’s army.

An army of more than 100,000 people would indeed be able to fight if led by General Huo, but General Huo is in the capital, with elderly parents and young children to take care of.

Why should they accompany you in this rebellion?

In fact, Su Changxun had thought about Jun Qiulan's idea.

But if Jun Qiulan is willing to be the first person, Su Changxun will definitely follow him. His scholar's sword is sometimes quite useful.

There are always more solutions than problems.

Jun Qiulan was still talking about sweet potatoes.

"I wonder how much grain can you provide?"

There are quite a few people in this border town.

It might be difficult for every household to grow it.

Moreover, no one has ever seen this kind of food, and people may not be willing to free up their land to grow sweet potatoes.

Alas, especially since many people do not trust the government in the first place.

Even if the government distributes grain seeds today, they may be cooked and eaten tomorrow.

Here, Liu Tong brought out the freshly cooked sweet potatoes.

Purely boiled in water.

"I didn't know how to cook this food, so I washed the dirt off the skin and put it directly into the pot with water to boil. I boiled it for a while longer. Master Jun, take a look and see if there is something wrong. The skin doesn't look right."

Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "You're right. The skin of this sweet potato can be eaten. It just changes color when cooked. Thank you very much, brother."

As he said that, he broke off a piece and asked, "Want to try it?"

Because I was going to make some seeds, I didn’t dare cook too many, just two.

Although he could order a large batch, the quantity was too large and it was really unacceptable.

Liu Tong didn't know what it was, so he put it in his mouth immediately.

"It's sweet." His eyes lit up, and he began to chew slowly. "It has a soft texture, a bit like the yam I've had before, but it's much sweeter."

Jun Qiulan: "According to Brother Xiaotong, if this kind of food were to be distributed among the people, would the people be able to accept it?"

"Of course you can." Liu Tong said without hesitation, "This one is bigger than my fist. If I eat two, I'll probably be full."

This sweet potato is very filling.

Jun Qiulan divided the remaining portion into four portions and said, "Dad, sir, and senior brother, let's all try it together. If we want to persuade the people to plant it, we can't not even know what it tastes like."

He had eaten sweet potatoes before. During the winter, he even bought some roasted sweet potatoes and the whole family thought they were delicious.

However, the early spring sweet potatoes he bought this time only arrived today, and he hasn't had time to taste them yet.

I heard that each variety of sweet potato tastes different.

In addition to sweet potatoes, there are actually white potatoes and purple potatoes.

Duan Wen took a bite and was immediately amazed by the taste. "The sweetness is just right, and it's soft and sticky. Even a toothless old man can eat it."

Su Changxun thought it was not bad.

Only Jun Yu felt that it was not as sweet as what he had tasted before, and the texture was a bit sandy.

Maybe it’s just that the varieties my son mentioned are different.

Jun Qiulan took a bite and thought that this kind of sweet potato was probably what people over there called the variety with more starch.

"Brother, since there is no problem with the sweet potato, let's continue talking about the promotion issue."

Duan Wen hesitated to speak, as his junior fellow student had not yet answered the question he had just asked.

I wonder how much grain seeds my junior brother can provide, and how he should plan the promotion issue?

Su Changxun tried to hold back his laughter. Duan Wen was actually good in every way, except that he could be a bit stubborn sometimes.

Since Jun Qiulan has spoken, there must be a lot of sweet potato seeds.

What's more, the sweet potato seedlings can still be transplanted.

He started the conversation: "Why don't you just talk about how to promote it better? Or if you have any ideas, share them and we can discuss it together."

Jun Qiulan nodded without being modest, "Brother, I wonder how much grain the government office still has in stock?"

Duan Wen didn't understand, but he still gave a number.

These grains are last year's tax revenue, and basically all of them have to be delivered to the nearest military camp as food and wages.

Jun Qiulan nodded. "Based on the sweet potato yield, Senior Brother, what do you think about us hiring villagers to help us plant them? Based on the population of a village, we can roughly estimate how much food we need to get through this difficult time. This is our first time planting, so let's assume 3,500 kilograms per mu."

Duan Wen probably understood what Jun Qiulan meant.

In fact, many villagers are not willing to spend money to rent land and then hire villagers to help them with planting, especially this year when there is a high probability of severe drought.

Money is far less important than food.

But what if they used the same amount of food to hire?

What this means is that if one acre of land can originally produce 300 kilograms of rice, they would pay 300 kilograms of rice in advance, and then let them use the land to grow sweet potatoes.

In this way, farmers' acceptance will surely increase a lot.

Now we just need to calculate how many sweet potatoes are needed to save lives and distribute them equally to each village.

Duan Wen was so excited, "Okay, Junior Brother, this is a good idea."

If we distribute the food first, the villagers won’t be opposed to it.

Jun Qiulan continued, "These are spring potatoes. If everything goes well, they can be harvested in about three months. If there's a severe drought, these sweet potatoes could save lives. If the situation isn't so severe, we can even continue to plant them for a second season."

The second quarter will definitely affect production.

With the yield from the first season, people can see it with their own eyes, and there is no need for them to promote it in the second season. It is guaranteed that everyone will voluntarily compete to plant it.

"Okay, Brother, go back and count the number of people in the village now."

According to the grain output, one acre of land can produce three to four thousand kilograms, which is equivalent to the grain output of more than ten acres in the past.

If a village cultivates ten or so acres of crops, it won’t have to worry about people starving to death during droughts.

Duan Wen was full of ambition, then suddenly came to his senses.

Each village cultivates about ten acres of land, so a lot of seeds are needed.

He turned his head quickly, looked at his junior brother, opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"Brother, please contact me as soon as the quantity is confirmed."

Duan Wen sighed, what a great achievement this would be.

He has received too many favors since he took office here.

"Last year, the skill of castrating piglets has spread. Castrated pigs do grow faster and have docile temperaments. When the government's batch of pigs is ready for slaughter, I'll send you two."

Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing, "One is enough."

One more needs to be sent to General Huo.

They made it into bacon and couldn't finish it in a year.

When the time comes, you can send some to someone and also send some to Master Qingheng.

Duan Wen left in a hurry.

Su Changxun, "I'm afraid the grain seeds we need this time won't be too few. Have you figured out a way to solve it?"

"Please, sir, mediate a little and don't let anyone know that the grain seeds came from me."

Su Changxun sighed, "I'm afraid this matter won't be kept secret for much longer."

This is not the first time that Jun Qiulan has taken out such good things.

It's okay to fool ordinary people, but you can't hide it from people who are a little close to you.

It's like covering one's ears and stealing the bell.

Jun Qiulan was silent. "Let's talk about this later."

If it really gets to the point where it can no longer be concealed, I guess he has also opened up the passage.

The people will not harm him if they benefit from it, and may even be in awe of him because of his uniqueness. He only needs to be on guard against the capital.

"You really don't intend to overthrow this world?" There was still a hint of regret in Su Changxun's tone.

Jun Qiulan smiled, "Sir, you should know how difficult this road is. Many people will die."

He wanted to change the world, not only for the safety of his family, but also to make the lives of the people of Dasheng better as much as possible.

He has the will but not the strength to rebel now.

Su Changxun also talked more, "The papermaking and printing technology you asked me to find a way to get out should be almost delivered to the local area. In a month or two, the border town will be able to implement it."

"Thank you, sir."

Just as he finished speaking, Liu Tong came to report again, "Sir, there's a man here. He said his last name is Yan."

Su Changxun raised his eyebrows, "Look, it's coming."

When the message was sent out, no one from the Yan family had come this year.

I guess I missed it?

"Please ask him to come in."

The person who came was a young man, probably in his twenties, with a serious expression on his face. He bowed respectfully to Su Changxun.

"Uncle is well."

"Yan Su, come and sit down. This is not an outsider. This is my former disciple, Jun Jibai, and his father, Mr. Jun. This is my nephew from my maternal grandfather's family."

Yan Su was stunned for a moment, then bowed again, "Mr. Jun, Mr. Jun."

Jun is the national surname, and it is no secret that the deposed prince and his family were exiled to a border town.

Jun Qiulan quickly stood up and returned the greeting: "Brother Yan, please don't be like this. If you call me cousin, then we are of the same generation and can call each other brothers."

He just felt that Yan Su looked a little familiar.

I always feel like I have seen these eyes and eyebrows somewhere, but I can’t remember where they are.

"Brother Yan, have we ever met?"

Yan Su shook his head. "My clan is now making a living in Shu, so we probably haven't seen it before."

Jun Qiulan nodded without asking any more questions. Perhaps people with good looks all have some similarities.

Mr. Su was going to entertain his family, so Jun Yu and Jun Qiulan planned to say goodbye first.

Before he could finish his words, Su Changxun interrupted him.

"It just so happens that I sent a letter to the Yan family earlier. You must have missed it, so I'll talk about it today."

Yan Su pondered for a moment and said, "Uncle, please feel free to speak."

Su Changxun then talked about papermaking and printing.

This matter must be kept secret from outsiders. The Yan family is doing this for Jun Qiulan, so there is no point in hiding it.

Yan Su didn't give any pretense, "After the Yan family was disbanded, some people changed their surnames to Yan, and only a few retained their surnames. The Yan Family Bookstore and the Yan Family Bookstore were both opened by our same clan. They are spread all over the country, in towns, counties, and prefectures, and you can see them in most places."

Jun Qiulan was also a little excited. He had rarely seen Yan's Bookstore, but he had seen Yan's Bookstore quite a lot.

There are some in the capital.

How could such a huge family fall to this point?

A trace of doubt arose in Jun Qiulan's heart.

Yan Su didn't say much, "Promoting papermaking and printing is certainly the responsibility of my Yan family. Don't worry, Master Jun."

Jun Qiulan stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Brother Yan."

"That's fine. This is a good thing that benefits the country and the people. It allows more people to afford education, which can be considered as accumulating virtue and doing good deeds."

Jun Qiulan nodded. Yes, Yan’s Bookstore is always there to donate money and help whenever there is a natural disaster or man-made disaster.

This makes people even more curious about what happened to the Yan family back then.

It was not convenient for him to ask too much about the Yan family's private affairs.

The topic then shifted to other places.

Along the way, Yan Su also heard that there might be a drought this year. He originally wanted to persuade his uncle to leave with them, but his uncle said that he had found a solution, so he didn't say much.

My cousin actually trapped himself here and couldn't get out.

Otherwise, with my cousin's ability and the huge branches of the Yan family, it would not be difficult for him to fake his death and escape.

But over the years, no matter which branch of the Yan family sent relatives, they were unable to persuade Su Changxun to leave the border town.

No matter what, Su Changxun is a member of their Yan family, so they naturally won't ignore it.

I send some supplies here every year and visit my cousin by the way. I stay here for a while and see the changes happening around my cousin.

There wasn't anything special in previous years, but this year there's the deposed prince's family.

It doesn’t matter. According to the Yan family motto, loyalty is not to the king, but to keep one’s heart.

In the evening, Su Changxun sent someone to the inn where Yan Su and his men were staying to inform them, and soon several large carts of things were brought over.

Jun Qiulan was shocked. There were many aristocratic families, but it was rare to see such a united family.

He also helped unload the goods, and then had a meal with them before driving the donkey cart home under the moonlight.

On the way.

"Dad, do you think the Yan family is reliable?"

Jun Yu sighed, "The family has gone through many ups and downs, and they are still so united. Such a family, even if they don't do anything, will not harm others."

It means trustworthy.

Jun Qiulan thought so too.

"Dad, how much have you heard about the downfall of the Yan family?"

Jun Yu shook his head. "I've only heard that the Yan family once produced a genius. The toilet paper everyone uses in the capital was originally the Yan family's property. As for why the Yan family fell, there's no news at all. It must have been your grandfather's doing."

That is the late emperor.

In this day and age, the only one who can cover up everything and keep the news secret is the emperor.

Jun Qiulan was also silent.

It is speculated that the genius may have discovered something or done something that threatened the imperial power.

Throughout the dynasties, the late emperor should be ranked among the wise rulers. He implemented many benevolent policies and during his reign, he greatly improved the living standards of the people.

What on earth could such a famous king have managed to conceal?

Jun Qiulan didn't have much time to think about this matter.

After returning home, we discussed the land issue.

Song Xirong hugged Jun Baisong and sighed, "Finding someone to help us open up the wasteland is not a big problem. There are many people in the village who are willing to make money. But buying or renting land may not be so easy."

Everyone knows that this year's harvest is not good, so who would dare to sell their land?

Everyone is eager to grow more food, even if the production is reduced due to water shortage. For the people, even if they grow a little more rice, it may be a chance to survive.

It is inevitable that drought will reduce production, so the only thing we can do is to plant a few more acres of land to make up for the shortfall.

As for the idle fields in the village, someone had already approached the village head to rent them.

There is no way around it. Many people still cannot afford to buy land and can only make a living by renting land.

When Song Xirong went there with her sister-in-law next door today, there were already a lot of people gathered there clamoring to rent land.

When the villagers heard that the two families also wanted to rent land, they all looked unhappy.

Normally, they wouldn't say much, as we were all fellow villagers. When there was something going on at home, we would help each other. But when it came to food and the chance of survival, the newcomers from the two families were naturally excluded.

There was not much land to begin with, and most of the land belonged to the families of soldiers who died in battle. The women and children in the families could not cultivate so much land, so it was rented out.

In previous years, we couldn’t rent out all the rooms.

Manpower is limited. Even if they want to plant a few more acres of land and work from dawn to dusk, they still cannot finish planting so much land.

This year is different. No one wants to starve to death. Even if a family can rent half an acre of land, it would be good.

Jun Qiulan pondered for a moment, "Dad, aren't there two more sandy areas near the river?"

"That's true. Sandy land is not fertile, so it's probably not suitable for growing crops."

Jun Yu had never farmed before, but he had heard a lot about it. Now he could clearly tell what kind of soil had higher fertility and what kind of soil had lower fertility.

Jun Qiulan: "It's okay, Dad. Go rent the sandy land tomorrow, or buy it."

Sandy land naturally has crops suitable for growing on it.

He could also smuggle in some fertilizer, so he could finally plant it.

They will no longer compete with the villagers for land.

Jun Yu agreed and asked, "Are you going to buy seeds over there?"

Jun Qiulan nodded and said, "I'll find a way to contact them tomorrow."

"Okay, be careful about everything."

The exact quantity is not yet clear.

But we can't just sit and wait.

Jun Qiulan came over early the next morning.

It just so happened that today was Jun Baisong's vaccination time, so he brought Jun Baisong here.

The pet hospital was not far away, and Jun Baisong was well-behaved and finished the injection quickly. He also took a few photos and sent them to his ex-father Yan Jing.

The child is very well behaved, don't worry.

Yan Jing was probably busy, he just replied with an emoticon and then there was no more news.

Jun Qiulan took the cat back home and then came back.

Sweet potatoes, you don’t have to worry about finding a place to buy them.

The most urgent thing now is to rent a warehouse.

The warehouse is easy to rent, but Jun Qiulan's situation is special, so he wants to find a more remote place.

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