Within a few days, the entire capital knew about Gu Shengmo and Gu Wenxi's promotions. They all sent congratulatory gifts, even though Wenxi didn't know these people at all.
Wen Xi, who had never been shy about strangers, suddenly felt out of place in the capital. So after just a few days, she rushed back to northern Xinjiang with a few carts of local specialties.
For more than 20 years, I have either been fighting on the battlefield or recuperating on the couch, and occasionally I would go to the fire room to cook. Of course, the happiest thing is to train and compete with the soldiers in the barracks.
The sudden suspension was not only difficult for the soldiers to accept, but even Wen Xi was very uncomfortable. It was as if she had been born for the battlefield, just like in modern times, she was born for baking.
Wen Xi, who had nothing to do, suddenly felt bored with life since he moved into the general's mansion bestowed upon him by the emperor. He couldn't muster the energy to do anything, even though Fang Ya came to accompany him every now and then.
Many nights, when everyone was asleep, Wen Xi would think, is this how I'm going to live? After all, I've lived through the Great Chu Dynasty. Although my life hasn't been great, but...
Wen Xi suddenly thought back to her original desire for kindness. Now that she had the means, why not do something for the people? At least it would be a way to accumulate merit for herself, hoping that God would be kinder to her in her next life.
Wen Xi got up in the middle of the night, found a pen and paper and started planning.
After pulling out countless strands of hair, Wen Xi finally blew on the final plan.
To put it bluntly, there are only two.
First, open a restaurant and do what you like, thereby gradually boosting the trade and economy of northern Xinjiang.
Second, farming.
I don't understand grain, and I have no idea how to increase yields. It's not just a matter of method, it's also a matter of seeds. I don't have the right kind of seeds. The only thing I can think of is growing potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Because clothes were the only thing he had personally participated in growing in his previous life.
These two plants are now abundant in the mountains, but people don’t know that they are food underground.
Over the years, Wen Xi had explored almost every hilltop near Hongri City, so he had a pretty good idea of sweet potatoes and potatoes.
While these aren't grains, they can be stored longer than regular vegetables, easily lasting a year or two. They can also be ground into potato flour, sweet potato flour, or processed into dry powder. Most importantly, the yield is incredibly high.
Not only can it be stored for a long time and resist hunger, but it can also be sold to various places as a specialty of northern Xinjiang, thereby boosting the economy and trade in northern Xinjiang.
This was the one chosen from many plans. Compared to the others, Wen Xi felt that this one was the most reliable for him.
The next day, when Wen Xi was about to gather some people, he found that he didn't have many people.
Even within the mansion, there were only four people. The gatekeeper was the lame old Luo, a retired soldier. The cooks and groceries were done by a couple who had lost their home due to the famine. The other person was a temporary worker, a family member of a military household.
Wen Xi felt a bit of a headache when he saw that there were only a few people in the huge General's Mansion. He wondered if he should hire some capable assistants.
After breakfast, Wen Xi turned a corner and headed towards the military camp. Since she resigned, her replacement, the battalion commander, Wu Chong'an, had been personally promoted by the emperor from his own guards.
How could guards and soldiers be considered the same? Therefore, the new battalion commander had been living in dire straits since he arrived. No one paid much attention to him.
However, Deputy Battalion Commander Min Jun, who was recommended by Wen Xi, was doing very well.
When Wen Xi came, of course she was looking for Min Jun.
There is no such thing as trust unless it is destiny.
Wen Xi and this right-hand man who is ten years younger than him are comrades-in-arms who can trust each other with their backs.
So Wen Xi didn't hesitate when she saw him, and said directly:
"Xiaojun, I need to do something, but I have no one. You have to help me."
Min Jun subconsciously squeezed his buttocks and said uneasily:
"Boss, what are you doing? Please take it easy and save my life."
Wen Xi rolled her eyes at him.
"Look at your achievements. Don't worry, it's not a bad thing. Do you still remember the two thousand acres of land that the emperor gave me when I returned to the capital this time?"
Min Jun nodded in surprise:
"Ah, yes, I know! What's the matter? You need me to find someone to help you farm? It's just a matter of asking. Whenever you need me, there are so many brothers in the barracks! It's just a matter of taking some time off."
Wen Xi nodded, then shook her head:
"Well, yes and no. I want to farm, but I don't want my brothers to help me. I want to hire those retired soldiers. After thinking about it, I think it's better for you to come forward. After all, I'm retired. It's not good to be too high-profile."
Min Jun asked a little confused:
"I'm not trying to belittle those brothers, they're just missing limbs. Are you sure you want to take them on?"
Wen Xi said confidently:
"For me, it's more than enough."
Min Jun stood up with a serious face and bowed deeply to Wen Xi:
"Boss, I know your intention in doing this. But I still can't help but thank you on their behalf. If this were really possible, then... those brothers wouldn't be living in such a miserable state as they are now."
"It's our military camp that's sorry for them, for not being able to address their worries. How could that small pension be enough? So when I came up with this plan, I thought of them. They can do these jobs just as well as normal people. And they can live with dignity."
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