"Thank you so much! Why did you buy so many sweet potatoes?" Mu Run asked.
"My son asked me to buy these. He said that with the war starting, we should stock up on more food, vegetables, chicken, duck, eggs, and the like. That way, we won't run out of food or be unable to buy things when prices skyrocket."
Mu Run's previously lazy expression instantly turned serious. He then got up, walked to the wardrobe, opened a dressing case inside, and took out a one-hundred-tael silver note.
“Brother Qin is right. Mother Qin, thank you for taking Yaozong around the county town. You’ve provided enough for our whole family for at least half a year, and for next year’s grain and vegetable seeds.”
Qin's mother had never seen such a large silver note before, and was immediately dumbfounded. Wang Yaozong, being quick-witted, immediately understood Mu Run's meaning, "Don't worry, Sister Run, we will definitely buy them all."
"Ask me if you need more, but make sure to buy as much as you can." Mu Run patted her big belly.
If she were alone, she would naturally be too lazy to do these things, but she has two babies in her belly that are crying for food, so she has to take precautions.
As the saying goes, "He who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present."
...
War drums thundered, their sound echoing across the heavens and earth. A biting wind howled, and the setting sun bleed-red.
Between the soldiers standing in stark contrast to each other, a man with unparalleled beauty, like a god, and a fat man whose martial arts skills were truly unparalleled, were locked in a fierce battle.
The two exchanged blows, each a deadly move, determined to kill the other.
One is Fu Yunchen, a nephew of a different surname, who was originally the Grand Commandant of the court, Yun Rong. The late emperor left a will bequeathing the throne to his nephews and nieces.
One is Prince Xiang, who holds the late emperor's edict of succession.
The soldiers on both sides looked solemn and tense, waiting for the final result. Whoever won would own the vast land of the Northern Jin Dynasty.
However, at that moment, a military officer rushed over and interrupted the two men's fierce battle.
"Prince Zhou, accompanied by the Empress Dowager, ascended the throne in Xiangcheng, adopting the reign title Xingwen and the dynasty name Zhongjin!"
For a moment, the battlefield fell silent.
Finally, Fu Yunchen gave Prince Xiang a cold laugh, "Prince Zhou has already ascended the throne, do you want to do the same?"
"I do want to, but weren't you the one stopping me from sitting on that dragon throne?"
"Prince Xiang can ascend the throne, but I want the territory east of Chongyang, extending to the Wu Kingdom—the land that was ceded to Wu back then. What do you say?"
"You also want to declare yourself king?"
"I will not ascend the throne; it is merely that the place I reside in is not subject to the control of the imperial court."
"Isn't that just ceding territory and becoming a king?"
"Either I take my men to Chongyang Mountain, or we continue fighting, and the winner takes all."
Prince Xiang's fat face twitched, his eyes, squeezed so thin by his fat that they were almost slits, were full of calculation... East of Chongyang Mountain was two thousand miles away from the capital, which was actually too far for him to govern. Over the years, the imperial court had been very lax in its control over that area, which led to rampant bandits and river pirates, requiring the dispatch of troops to suppress them, often with little effect.
It's better to treat it as a place of exile and give it to Fu Yunchen. Out of sight, out of mind. From now on, just pretend that place doesn't exist.
On the contrary, he was more wary of Prince Zhou and the Empress Dowager, especially since they occupied the key to the dragon vein and canal transport.
"Alright. The land east of Chongyang Mountain is yours, but you must pay a tribute of 100,000 taels of silver every year."
"impossible."
"...You still say you don't want to become king, and you won't even pay tribute to me."
"Do you want this military tally, or not?" Fu Yunchen tossed the tiger-head military tally, the symbol of the Grand Marshal of the Northern Jin Dynasty's armies, into his hand.
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