Looking at Chika, whose lips were slightly upturned, revealing her inner joy, confidence shone brightly on her.

Lin Yinan smiled slightly. "Qianxia, ​​do you want to go out and do business?"

Qianxia looked up at her, puzzled. "Don't you want me anymore, young lady?"

With her mouth full of jelly, Qianwu stared at Qianxia in astonishment, then turned to look at Lin Yinan. Was Qianxia going to sell jelly?

“What are you thinking? I’m asking if you want to go out and do business. If you want to go, I won’t stop you,” Lin Yinan said.

Everyone has dreams, and she respects their ideas.

Qianxia immediately shook her head vigorously, "No, no, no, I will not leave the young lady and the young mistress. There are so many people to support on the mountain and in Longtan. It's not easy to find a way to make money, so I'll try to earn some to help out."

Speaking of Yun Shijiu, her heart was filled with tenderness.

Lin Yinan reached out and pinched her scrunched-up little face.

"Chika, the grass jelly grows all over the mountains and fields, and the method of making it is simple. A smart person can figure it out with a little thought. I don't plan to make money from it."

"Even selling the formula would be fine."

The light in Qianxia's eyes dimmed. She followed Lin Yinan around and often watched her do the accounting. She knew that supporting so many people would cost a lot of money.

She wanted to share the burden with her.

Seeing her somewhat at a loss, Lin Yinan put down her bowl, took her hand, and said gently, "Qianxia, ​​we're not short of money. Many people are still struggling to get enough to eat. I want to tell everyone so that they can have a dish on their table."

"I understand." Qianxia nodded solemnly.

Qianwu then spoke up, "Then I'll go find someone to cut some grass for making jelly."

Lin Yinan hurriedly instructed, "Summer is the season for harvesting large quantities of mesona chinensis. When harvesting, tell them not to damage the roots so that they can be harvested again next year. Call the women who cook to cook together and boil a pot of it so that people who come home from work can have a bowl to cool off."

Qianwu, who loves to go out, happily replied, "Okay, I'll go right now!"

"Girl, they've cut so many, won't they rot if we can't cook them all?" Qianxia asked worriedly.

"It's alright, you can make jelly by drying grass, but the jelly will be black."

"That's good, otherwise it would be such a waste."

Chika was used to being frugal and couldn't bear to waste even a little bit.

In the evening, after dinner, each villager can get a bowl of dark green jelly, which smells faintly of herbs.

"What is this? It looks like moss after it rained."

"I heard it's for cooling off in the summer."

"I don't care what it is, as long as it's edible."

After saying that, the villager took a sip and tasted the sweetness.

"How is it, Ah Fa? Is it delicious?"

The villagers looked at the villager named Afa with curiosity.

Afa didn't say anything, but took another slurp. Seeing this, the other villagers all picked up their bowls and put them in their mouths.

Cool and smooth, with a hint of sweetness, it feels especially refreshing when you eat it.

They had never tasted anything so delicious!

The villagers finished their cold noodles in a few bites and patted Afa, who was licking his bowl non-stop.

"Ah Fa, do you think I've gained a lot of weight?"

Ah Fa didn't even look up. "You've gained weight!"

"The city lord is so generous. Even though we work so hard every day, he still makes sure we have enough to eat. Do you think those who left were out of their minds?" the villagers exclaimed.

Whether he was foolish or not, Afa didn't know. He felt that working in the fields every day was better than making a living by hunting.

Contrary to what Ah Fa had said, everyone was well-fed and had better energy and spirits.

Soon, thanks to Lin Yinan's deliberate promotion, the entire Longtan area, as well as the surrounding Changyi County and Huaizhou City, knew how to eat jelly grass.

Nanzhou Prefecture

Under the scorching sun, cicadas chirped incessantly in the trees, making the already sweltering people feel even more agitated.

Yun Zhenchuan, dressed in a short, half-sleeved jacket, was leaning back in his chair, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan in one hand and holding a book in the other.

At a table to the left, two young children, whose studies were disturbed by the cicadas chirping outside, were playfully teasing each other.

"Write properly, and don't make a fuss!" He lifted his eyelids and scolded his two grandsons from time to time.

A moment later, Yun Zhenchuan immersed himself in the book again.

The steward hurried in, and the two children quickly sat up straight.

The Hakka man glanced at the two men, then walked over to Yun Zhenchuan and whispered in his ear, "Master, Inspector Feng has arrived!"

Yun Zhenchuan paused, slowly put down the book in his hand, and lifted his eyelids to look at the butler.

"You're not seeing things?"

The steward said, "Master, it is indeed Lord Feng who has arrived. He is waiting in the hall right now!"

What is he doing here?

Yun Zhenchuan was puzzled. His official hat had long been removed by the emperor, and Feng Yongyan was an official in charge of supervising local affairs. He had no connection with Feng Yongyan.

Despite thinking this way, Yun Zhenchuan still dared not neglect the other party.

Before leaving the study, he reminded his two grandsons, "Each of you write two large characters, and I'll check them when I get back."

Upon entering the reception room, Yun Zhenchuan immediately adopted a warm and hospitable demeanor, laughing heartily as he bowed to the people seated inside.

"Lord Feng, it is an honor to have you here. I, Yun, have failed to greet you properly."

Inspector Feng Yongyan rose to return the greeting, saying, "I have come uninvited because I have some great news to tell Lord Yun."

"I dare not accept such praise! I am no longer an official of the court, as Lord Feng knows." Yun Zhenchuan smiled awkwardly.

He was secretly thinking to himself, "Could it be that Feng Yongyan came here specifically to make a fool of me?"

After exchanging pleasantries, the two sat down again, and Yun Zhenchuan had the servants serve this year's new tea.

"May I ask what momentous news Lord Feng has to share with me?"

Feng Yongyan said with a serious expression, "Given that Lord Yun has managed the two prefectures in the south so well, the court has ordered that Lord Yun be reinstated to his original post immediately. I came here specifically to congratulate Lord Yun after receiving the appointment letters from the Crown Prince and the Prime Minister."

Yun Zhenchuan's eyes widened, his heart pounded, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. He swallowed hard.

"Is what Lord Feng said true?"

Feng Yongyan took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve, opened it, took out a piece of paper, and laughed, "This is the appointment document sent by the courier in charge of postal relay. Due to the weather and the difficult journey, this appointment letter was delayed for a long time."

Yun Zhenchuan knew that when he said the journey was difficult, he was referring to the war and the southward flight of refugees.

"I received news earlier that the imperial court had sent two officials to take up their posts here. Why has there been no further news since then?"

"Alas, this matter is a long story, Lord Yun, please allow me to explain in detail."

So Feng Yongyan started talking to him about recent events in the imperial court.

When the emperor was still able to attend court, he did indeed send two ministers to replace Yun Zhenchuan.

"Unfortunately, just before taking office, one official contracted dysentery and had to be bedridden for a long time. Another official had just received the emperor's appointment letter when his elderly mother passed away. He submitted a memorial requesting to hold a funeral and observe mourning for his mother. The emperor was moved by his filial piety and granted his request."