Having learned the general situation from Zhang Yingtou, Lu Qiqi discussed the matter with Song Yanqing at dinner time.
She mentally estimated it in the afternoon and then laid out her plan.
The earliest batch of medicinal herbs grown in Tianmiao Village will be harvested before winter.
The vegetables grown in Tianping Village should be ready for harvest around this time.
The grain planted in Tianlong Village will take several more months to mature, and is expected to be ready for harvest in late October.
In addition, she mentioned the veterans' village and the grain grown by her third uncle and his family.
However, she planned to use those grains as high-quality seeds for planting next year.
The grains were soaked in spiritual spring water, which not only prevented them from being affected by pests and diseases, but also ensured that each grain was plump and full.
In this era, rice and wheat can be grown, but it is truly impossible to grow plump grains of food.
Without the help of the spiritual spring water, Lu Qiqi would not have been able to develop such a superior variety.
Upon hearing Lu Qiqi's suggestion, Song Yanqing pondered for a moment and then said, "We will take as much grain as there is, and we will also purchase it at market prices."
Lu Qiqi didn't know how Song Yanqing could guarantee the payment of wages when the food supplies were unstable.
After finishing their meal, the two agreed to go out of the camp together the next day to the east of the city to see how the soldiers were managing to grow grain for the past few months.
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The next day, thinking about leaving the camp that day, Lu Qiqi got up very early.
After a quick wash, I ate a piece of fried dough and headed towards the commander's tent.
Before the guards could go in to report, the tent flap was lifted, and Song Yanqing, dressed in black, walked out of the camp.
An Yi, who was following behind him, bowed to her as soon as he saw her.
The three gathered and walked to the camp, where the horse-feeding camp had already prepared fine horses.
Lu Qiqi pulled on the saddle and, with a little skill, deftly mounted the horse.
Pulling the reins tight, the sound of hooves rang out, dust billowed, and three fine horses galloped out of the camp.
The eastern part of the city was only a few miles from the main camp, and they quickly arrived at their destination on horseback.
This place was where the military grew grain, so ordinary people naturally dared not approach it.
Even so, soldiers would set up sentries around the area to prevent anyone from causing trouble.
An Yi dismounted and showed a red iron token to the guards at Yingkou.
The guard glanced at An Yi, then looked up at the two men on horseback, and suddenly clasped his hands in a salute, "May I ask what brings you here, sir?"
An Yi retracted the token and said, "Summon your commanders!"
The guard bowed his head, accepted the order, and ran back to the camp.
At that moment, the centurion was leaning back on the bench, sighing listlessly.
Hearing the commotion outside, his short temper flared, and he burst into a tirade, yelling, "What's all the noise about? If you keep making noise, you'll be court-martialed!"
The noise outside only intensified, which fueled the centurion's anger. He quickly sat up, slipped on his shoes, and stood up, intending to look out the window to see what was happening.
"Commander! Shadow Guards are outside!"
Shadow Guard?
Upon hearing the noise, the centurion disregarded everything else, quickly put on his shoes and coat, and hurried out of the house.
The Shadow Guards are known for their ruthless and unconventional methods, and the Dark Prison is so powerful that anyone who hears their name will tremble.
The centurion was no exception, especially since he had just reported yesterday that this year's harvest was dismal.
The Shadow Guards have come to my door today. Are they here to hold me accountable?
What is meant to be will be; what is meant to be will be.
With this in mind, the centurion quickened his pace and went out, lest the Shadow Guards use a charge of disrespect against him.
The guards ran all the way here, and even on this crisp autumn day, they were covered in sweat.
"What's going on?" the centurion asked as he walked toward him.
The guard said, "Among the three, there is a woman and a noble young man dressed in black."
Upon hearing who it was, the centurion's legs went weak, but fortunately, the guards reacted quickly and caught him around the waist, preventing him from falling to the ground.
Besides General Qin, there were no other women in the army. Presumably, the Crown Prince learned of this and sent General Qin to investigate.
Who is Qin Shiyu? She chased Kodar for three days and three nights, carrying Kodar's head to offer as a sacrifice to her deceased husband.
No one in the army was not afraid of a woman with such ruthlessness.
The centurion, having recovered slightly, dared not linger and hurriedly ran out of the camp, fearing that if he was even a step too late, he would be caught.
However, when he reached the sentry post, he saw a man and a woman on the Akhal-Teke horse and became somewhat puzzled.
General Qin fought on the battlefield; how could his skin be so fair?
Moreover, the age doesn't match up; the woman in front of him looks quite young, hardly like a married woman.
And the man next to her, as the guard reported, was clearly a noble young master, with superior temperament and appearance.
The centurion and the guard recognized each other at a glance, and the centurion quickly went to meet them.
With a warm smile, he said, "I wonder what brings you here, sir?"
An Yi stood aside and said coldly, "The Crown Prince of Libei and the Princess of Kangle Township have come to check on the situation after hearing about the poor harvest this year. Please lead the way, Commander."
Upon hearing who it was, the centurion broke out in a cold sweat on his back and forehead, even though it was a cool autumn day.
He thought to himself, "This is it, I'm doomed! What will I do when the Crown Prince of Libei personally investigates and sees the harvest?"
Despite his reluctance and helplessness, the centurion respectfully led the three men into the camp.
Lu Qiqi followed behind Song Yanqing, making sure not to overstep her bounds in terms of her status.
The centurion in front of Song Yanqing was like a cuckoo, constantly calling in his ear.
Lu Qiqi took this opportunity to examine the surrounding grain situation.
The group walked up to a field of wheat. The wheat ears had turned golden, but because there was too much land and too few ripe wheat, it looked like a bald person who had been suffering from hair loss for a long time, with only a few sparse strands of hair.
The wheat fields were no longer in sight, so Lu Qiqi spotted a patch of dry land in the distance where soybeans were being grown.
When she walked up to the soybeans and saw that they were about to be harvested, she realized that Mr. Tao was indeed a trustworthy person.
There are more weeds than soybean seedlings in front of me!
It perfectly depicts a grand scene of a bygone era: lush grass and sparse bean sprouts!
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