Chapter 488 It’s okay to go back late, but what about three years late?
After asking Xu Dapeng to arrange for Jiang Wenhao to stay in the newly built inn, Lin Mo took Xu Pinggui and others back to the house across the river.
Also brought back was a large bag of potatoes.
As soon as he got back, Lin Mo started studying these potatoes.
She remembered what Jiang Wenhao said, that potatoes that have sprouted are poisonous and cannot be eaten.
But after checking, she found that most of these potatoes had potholes on their surfaces, and small sprouts had emerged.
After choosing and choosing, she picked out four that had no buds.
So she asked Nanny Qin to take it down and steam it.
As for the remaining potatoes, Xu Qing took them to the warehouse and stored them.
There is no vacant land now, so there is no place to plant.
When you are ready to build a greenhouse, you can start planting.
After she had done all this, Xu Pinggui asked with some concern:
"Young Madam, do you really want to keep Lord Jiang in Yuancheng for a while?
He is an official appointed by the imperial court. If he stays here, he will know too much about our affairs, and I am afraid it will be disadvantageous to us."
"What are you afraid of?" Lin Mo chuckled:
"He can't see what we don't want him to see. He will only see what we want him to see, such as how hard we work on the farm.
What do you think the emperor has to worry about for a farmer?"
Xu Pingan was stunned for a moment and nodded:
"I understand. I'll have my brothers keep an eye on him. If he goes somewhere he shouldn't be, they'll stop him."
Lin Mo nodded, "What about the ranch?
Are there any problems with those people?"
Xu Pinggui shook his head. "I can't tell. They work very seriously, and I can't see any problems at the moment."
"Well, we can't take it lightly." Lin Mo said seriously:
"These horses on the ranch are very important to us. We must have someone keep an eye on them and make sure nothing goes wrong."
Xu Pinggui nodded.
The two men discussed something in a low voice, and then Xu Pinggui went downstairs and left.
Lin Mo continued to read the letter at the desk.
That’s right, just read the letter.
Written by Lao Xu.
This guy writes a letter every three days, and in the letter he only reports good news and never bad news.
Then there are a lot of disgusting words.
After Lin Mo read every word, she picked up her pen and wrote him a reply.
After finishing the letter, Xu Dapeng brought up the four steamed potatoes.
Seeing Lin Mo peeling the skin to eat it, Xu Dapeng was worried, "Young Madam, how about I try it? I've never eaten it before, and I'm afraid it's poisonous!"
Lin Mo shook his head, "It's okay, I'll do it."
After saying that, he peeled off the skin and took a light bite.
Lin Mo's eyes lit up. It was delicious and so appealing!
Worth it!
These potatoes must be grown well.
…
In the next few days, Jiang Wenhao went straight to the cornfield every day, holding paper and pen, and kept pestering Lao Song, asking him in detail how he grew corn.
Although Old Song was unhappy, he could only answer his questions with a straight face because Lin Mo had instructed him to do so.
When I get tired of him, I avoid him.
Another seven days passed in a flash.
And a lot happened during these seven days.
For example, Zhang Liming and Han Shuo finally discovered what Sun Meilan was up to, but it was too late.
All the things now belong to Sun Meilan.
As for the loophole, Sun Meilan said that it was a yin-yang contract signed between Zhang Liming and you, so you should go find Zhang Liming.
In a word, distance yourself from the matter.
Take action?
A row of muscular men stood forward and said, come on, do whatever you want.
Zhang Liming was unwilling to give up and wanted to join forces with Han Shuo to take back everything of the Zhang family, but Han Shuo had no time to accompany him. Zhang Liming was already a useless chess piece to him.
Old Wei's power is growing, which makes him feel more pressured.
At the same time, his son Han Ting suddenly became at odds with him, and some of the shady industries he was in control of kept running into trouble, which kept him extremely busy. How could he have the energy to care about a useless chess piece?
And on Song Yi's side.
They joined forces with Han Shuo to launch a surprise attack on Lao Wei, resulting in the loss of many people.
Just when he was preparing to regroup and attack Lao Wei again, problems arose in the army again. He had to put aside the affairs of Mocheng and hurried back.
Seeing that he couldn't take it back by force, Zhang Liming began to adopt the strategy of a pitiful soldier. He went to the door of the Sun family every day and cried, begging Sun Meilan to help him for the sake of their relationship as husband and wife.
Sun Meilan is not a kind person either.
As soon as he arrived, he had people pour water, sewage, and finally feces on him.
In short, Mocheng has been extremely lively these days, and the people of Mocheng are having a great time watching it.
And these things have no effect on Lin Mo at all.
Because of her, the corn can be harvested.
Old Song and others, who received the news the day before, appeared in the field before dawn, ready to go, with large backpacks and cloth bags neatly placed aside.
They were waiting for Lin Mo to arrive and were ready to start harvesting.
It's autumn now and it's time to harvest the crops.
"Old Song." Old Sun walked up to him excitedly, "After so many months of hard work, the corn can finally be harvested."
Old Song nodded, his dark face also showing excitement:
"Once we finish harvesting these crops, it will be time for winter."
Old Sun nodded and said, "When I have some free time, I'll go up the mountain with you to catch some rabbits to go with the wine."
"Haha, with your skills, you still want to catch rabbits. It's more like the rabbit catching you." Old Song teased, and he looked relaxed at this time.
"Same here, same here!" Old Sun laughed.
Then he sighed and said, "I'm telling you, I picked some corn from the plant behind my house yesterday and cooked it. The kids were so satisfied with it."
Old Song nodded, "Be diligent, we won't starve.
Also, you want to stay here for the winter? That’s hard, there’s plenty for you to do.”
…
Just as they were discussing heatedly, Lin Mo arrived.
Lin Mo did not waste time and asked them to pick the corns whose outer shells had turned yellow first, and the other tender ones would be picked when the corn stalks were harvested.
If it is tender, you can keep it for a day or two longer to make it older.
As soon as she finished speaking, Lao Song and others immediately rushed into the cornfield with their backpacks.
Hold the thick corn cob in your hand and break it hard.
The clicking sound is particularly crisp and pleasant.
The sound of cracking corn mixed with the joyful laughter of the people, and the joy of the autumn harvest seemed to be contagious, spreading in all directions.
At this moment, Jiang Wenhao also came over.
Looking at this lively harvest scene, Jiang Wenhao sighed.
This is the kind of life that people yearn for.
The people in this area can have a good New Year this year. They have surplus food at home and extra money in their hands. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?
However, the geographical environment here is special, and it is adjacent to Beiling.
When winter comes, people from Beiling will cross the border and come here to plunder food.
Especially this year's conditions are not very good.
Except for the bumper harvest of corn they grew, all other crops in the area had poor harvests.
The situation in Beiling is probably even more serious.
Whenever there is a poor harvest in Beiling, they will frantically harass the people in the border area of Daye and rob them of their food for the winter.
Jiang Wenhao glanced at Lin Mo with some concern.
He now finally understood why he had felt a sense of familiarity when he first met her.
That's because they had met before, at the Shen family.
Lin Mo retracted her gaze and looked at Jiang Wenhao with some curiosity:
"Master Jiang, are you looking worried?"
Jiang Wenhao nodded, "I'm both happy and worried.
Joy, that's because the corn harvest is good, which is a great thing for the people.
The worry is that winter is coming and the people of Beiling are getting ready to move again.
You are so close to Beiling, they know you have food here, so they will definitely not let you go."
Lin Mo chuckled, "There's nothing to worry about. We can deal with any problem we encounter. Why worry about something that hasn't happened yet?
Besides, don’t we have the Zhenbei Army?
With the Northern Guards here, the people of Beiling dare not set foot there easily."
Jiang Wenhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Mrs. Xu, you are still open-minded."
After saying that, he turned around and looked at the people in front of him who were carrying things out one basket at a time, and he couldn't help but feel surprised.
This output is not low.
The autumn harvest in Yuancheng lasted for three full days before it was completed.
The harvested corn cobs covered the entire threshing ground of Beijia Village, looking golden and particularly pleasing to the eye.
In order to peel the corn cobs, they have to be dried first. Therefore, the corn cobs that are collected first are spread out on the threshing ground to be exposed to the sun, while the ones picked later are piled in a corner, waiting to see the sun.
On the fourth day, the old people, women and children were shelling corn cobs in the threshing ground, while the young and strong men were chopping corn stalks and collecting the corn cobs that had not been picked before.
Because the corn stalks had to be bundled and transported to the pasture after being cut, which was a lot of work, Lin Mo hired twenty people to help them.
Just when everyone was busy with the autumn harvest, good news came from Wuyou: it was successful.
Lin Mo took a look at the letter, just smiled, and put it away.
The timing is just right, the corn has been harvested, and we can proceed to the next step.
Lin Mo's eyes fell on Jiang Wenhao, who was squatting beside him and watching the corn kernels being peeled, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:
"Master Jiang, when do you plan to return to Beijing?
If you don't leave now, in a month or so, heavy snow will come, and it will be difficult for you to go back."
Jiang Wenhao waved his hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter. At worst, I can go back next spring. There's no rush."
Lin Mo, “…”
So, you want to stay here with me?
Lin Mo shook his head, his lips curled slightly, "Master Jiang, are you sure?"
Jiang Wenhao looked confused, "Yeah, is there any problem?
As the Minister of Agriculture, I don't have to stay in the court, so it's okay for me to go back later."
Lin Mo smiled, with a malicious look on her face:
"Since it doesn't matter if I go back later, how about three years later?"
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