Chapter 115: Large-scale Construction
"A mob is nothing to be feared."
Xue Yongan spoke the truth, but it sounded like bragging.
There are no garrisons in Honglu County, and the defense is almost non-existent. It is a pipe dream to rely solely on those yamen runners to fight against the bandits in the nine mountains.
"Seven seats." Xue Yongan corrected.
Last time he wiped out six villages.
Chen Chunxing did not disbelieve it.
But there is a difference between defeating the enemy one by one and using a small force to defeat a large one.
She suggested, "Heroism is not acceptable. If all else fails, we should seek help from above."
After all, this is the territory of Xia Yuan Kingdom. No matter how arrogant the people of Jiufeng are, they are violating the taboos of the court if they attack without reason.
Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials.
What’s more, he is a bandit!
"Of course. I've already mentioned this to Brother Wei. When the time is right, I'll teach those rats a lesson."
Xue Yongan smiled meaningfully. He was actually better at leading troops in battles than sitting in court to try trivial cases. However, he couldn't say this to Susu.
Whether it is Jiufeng or Liuren City, or the jackals lurking in the capital, to Xue Yongan, they are all villains.
He will protect her from the wind and rain so that she can live a carefree life.
However, relying solely on the imperial court was still not very safe. In addition to seeking reinforcements, Xue Yongan already had a plan.
"After I finish here, you should not come for the time being. Put aside other things and take people to build the city wall first."
The piece of scrap brick that was less than half a person's height really hurt Chen Chunxing's eyes.
Fighting the enemy is one thing, but engaging in street fighting is really unnecessary!
Xue Yongan pursed his lips, neither agreeing nor objecting, and looked reluctant.
Honglu County is too far away from the narrow village. The two people who used to be inseparable are now in a long-distance relationship. Who wouldn't be upset?
Anyway, he felt quite aggrieved.
Looking at Chen Chunxing who ran to wipe the nose of the fourth child as if nothing had happened, Xue Yongan made a secret decision.
The wall can be built, but it must be built according to his wishes!
Build, build!
——
After lunch.
Then finish the finishing work.
The group strolled back, and before entering the village, they heard a few children screaming.
"Open the kiln! Open the kiln!"
"Uncle Wang really found a treasure! Mom, you don't have to worry about losing money anymore!"
"What the hell is this brat yelling about..."
No matter how the woman blushed, everyone rushed towards the kiln.
The former village chief's house was confiscated and used as a workshop. In fact, there was no shortage of space in the village, and it was mainly for convenience.
Chen Chunxing was sitting outside the mule cart, swinging his legs. He saw one, two, three... curious babies, and immediately waved his hand to make the mule change direction.
Entered the yard.
A wave of heat hit me.
Wang Youcai kept moving things out of the cave, while Lao Song checked them one by one. The villagers gathered outside and looked at them curiously, but no one dared to get too close for fear of breaking them.
Seeing Chen Chunxing arrive, Old Song handed her a clay pot and said, "Our conditions are limited, so I didn't dare to make it too complicated. It's still okay for storing pickles."
In order to store pickles for a long time, in addition to the necessary containers, the production process is more important. Pickled products are inherently durable as long as they do not come into contact with raw water and there are not too many requirements.
Chen Chunxing took it without looking at it for long and handed it to Diao who was standing behind him and stabbing him continuously.
"If the food is fine, prepare to pack it in jars. Everyone, be careful. If you find pickles that have gone bad, don't be reluctant and just throw them away."
Diao held the pottery jar in her hands and promised, "Okay! I understand. Selling food requires cleanliness. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them!"
The pottery jar looked like an ordinary jar, with a smooth surface without any marks. If it was sent to the county town, it could be sold for a few dollars at most. But everyone looked at it with particularly fiery eyes, as if the ones placed on the ground were all treasure pots.
Diao took some effort to call a few people to move the pottery jars onto the mule cart. She planned to find Wu Min to distribute them to everyone. She remembered how many jars of pickles each family had pickled.
The villagers came and went in large numbers, all following the Shen family's mule cart reluctantly, and forgot about the hero.
Chen Chunxing handed Old Song some tea in a servile manner: "Thank you for your hard work, sir. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't know how much more money we would have spent."
The thing that the North has the most is soil, with hills everywhere. Now, with just a little effort, we can save a lot of money, which is really a pleasant surprise.
The tea was brought by Zhixia when she delivered the meal. Diao left first with the children. Chen Chunxing picked up the teapot, but only had time to take an empty bowl.
Lao Song has tea, but Lao Wang doesn't.
Who can tolerate this?
Wang Youcai snatched the teapot unhappily and poured it directly into his mouth. After drinking, he wiped his mouth and complained, "I finally understand. He is a gentleman and I am the village uncle! What's the matter? Is it popular to be pretentious these days? My down-to-earth personality is not popular!"
Old Song gave him a sidelong look.
Chen Chunxing asked curiously, "You still know your personality? You went online a lot before you died."
Wang Youcai was smug. "You guessed all this? As the saying goes, never stop learning... I've been to the internet cafe so many times to catch that little bastard. I might as well become the network administrator myself. Let's see if he dares to skip classes again!"
Chen Chunxing almost burst out laughing.
What she meant was "surfing the Internet," not going to an "Internet cafe"! The old man was already old, but he actually worked as a network administrator. He had a lot of fun.
Old Song couldn't help but kicked Wang Youcai lightly.
He had no internet connection before he died, and he stayed in the underworld for decades after his death. He finally waited for this old guy to come and talk to him about new century foreign stuff all the time. He was so proud of it.
Seeing that the two old men and the child were about to fight again, Chen Chunxing hurriedly talked about business.
"The kiln is already built. Don't waste it. Can you burn something else?"
Wang Youcai nimbly dodged Lao Song's cuckold punch. Looking around, he saw no suitable weapon, so he simply took off his shoe and threw it at Lao Song like a hidden weapon, asking casually, "What do you want to burn?"
"For example, bricks."
Old Song blocked the stinky shoes and said confidently, "This is easy..."
Before he finished speaking, the little girl slowly added, "For example, glass."
The colored glaze in ancient times was actually glass.
This thing is neither difficult nor easy, it is also very difficult to say it is simple!
The two of them were stunned for a moment, no longer caring about their fight. After stealthily glancing at Chen Chunxing, they squatted together and whispered.
They were not stupid and immediately remembered the value of colored glaze here. If it could really be burned out... it might be worth as much as iron ore.
"Are you planning to develop in the capital?"
Chen Chunxing didn't bother to bother anyone for long. She greeted Xue Yongan who was standing silently beside her and was about to go back. Suddenly, she heard someone asking behind her, and she waved without thinking.
“Wherever there’s money to be made, there I am.”
"It's not about where I want to go, but where the situation takes me."
Colored glass is rare and certainly cannot be sold at a high price in the North. If one wants to become a merchant, one will inevitably have to deal with the powerful and influential.
Xue Yongan stared at her back, from her black hair to her snow-white neck...
His eyes darkened.
He had no sense of belonging to this land, but if she wanted to leave some traces here, he was willing to follow her.
Just like that innocent girl at the Naihe Bridge, she looked up at him and asked, "Hey, do you want to team up with me? The kind that won't break up the group."
The storm in the capital wouldn't reach the northern border for the time being, but Xue Yongan wasn't willing to wait any longer. He wasn't one to sit dormant; rather than letting things take their course, he preferred to take the initiative.
Susu is kind-hearted.
He can't.
The blood in my chest had already dried up several years ago, and now the heart that no longer beats only rises and falls for one person.
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