Chapter 270: Uncle San's caravan is pretty good, right? How about we build one too?
Uncle Xu began to pack up his things in a big way, preparing to go out and make a fortune.
When Chen Nianhe learned about the scale of the caravan built by Xu Jiala, he stared at the porridge in front of him in silence for a long time, his face as black as ink.
Why on earth did he think that the third master of the Xu family was an easy target?
Could it be that I have been wrong all these years?
Is this the decision of Mr. Xu Sanye, or is it the idea of that naughty girl Sang Zhixia who won't act until she sees the rabbit?
Chen Nianhe fell into deep thought.
Wu Lian held his breath carefully; "General?"
Chen Nianhe closed his eyes and waved his hands with a headache: "Let it go."
"Pass the order down. The Third Master of the Xu family's caravan will have no restrictions on entry and exit. As long as they don't take anything they shouldn't, they shouldn't be searched or stopped."
The more he earns, the more he gets.
It's just a matter of a word, and you won't necessarily suffer much loss.
Wu Lian calmly let go of his worry. Glancing at Chen Nianhe's expression, he thought for a moment and said, "Shall I get you two salted eggs to go with the porridge?"
Chen Nianhe said unhappily, "What salted eggs? Do we have any extra bird eggs in our camp?"
It’s good enough if I can afford two bowls of porridge a day, where can I find eggs?
Wu Lian chuckled, touched his nose and explained, "It was sent from Sang Dong's farm."
"The person who brought the gift said that the Sang family was worried that the food in the camp was bland and that the general's meals would be lacking in flavor. They opened the jar of freshly pickled salted eggs on the farm and specially picked out the best ones to send over for you to try. I'll go get them for you right away."
Chen Nianhe kept a straight face and said nothing. Wu Lian continued, "In addition to the salted eggs, the Sang family also sent some millet, along with thirty fat chickens, twenty large geese, and two hams, all as a tribute to you, General."
"Respecting me?"
Chen Nianhe was so angry that he laughed. He said with a smirk, "That girl doesn't care about the life or death of this general. She sent these things as a favor to her third uncle. She meant to shut me up and make me take less benefits from her in-laws!"
Wu Lian burst out laughing, not knowing how to comment. Chen Nianhe still had an annoyed look on his face, but there was a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Forget it, she's just a cunning little girl. Why should I bother with her?"
"Go tell the people at the checkpoint to escort the Xu family's third master's caravan for a while when you see them, so that nothing goes wrong along the way."
Wu Lian nodded at first, then hesitated and said, "General, although there are no restrictions on the movement of caravans inside and outside the pass, the army is not allowed to leave the pass without reason. If we are discovered, I am afraid it will cause a dispute between the two countries."
"Who said to move the army?"
Chen Nianhe smiled grimly and said coldly, "Select some suitable scouts, disguise them as caravan guards, and follow Master Xu San's caravan out of the customs."
"Tell the chosen ones not to reveal their origins as being from the Northwest Camp. Utilize the convenience of the caravans' travel back and forth to thoroughly investigate the terrain, population, and village conditions outside the pass. I never know when I might need them."
Before a major war, it is best to know both yourself and your enemy.
Although we are not going to fight or use force for the time being, it is not a bad idea to find out the enemy's details in advance.
A flash of understanding flashed in Wu Lian's eyes. He paused and said, "If we do this, we will be blending our people into the Xu family's caravan. Will Mr. Xu Sanye agree?"
"He will."
Chen Nianhe closed his eyes and said, "With such a large caravan coming and going, even if I didn't mention it, the Xu family would still come to ask me for help. Just go and do it."
The response given by the Xu family was exactly as Chen Nianhe expected.
When it came to Chen Nianhe's suggestion to involve other people, Uncle Xu barely even stuttered and simply nodded in agreement.
Sang Zhixia stepped in the soft mud with a strange expression on her face.
Xu Yu turned to look at her: "Zhizhi?"
Sang Zhixia blinked and asked directly, "What does Chen Nianhe mean by this? Does he not trust Third Uncle?"
When it comes to increasing farmland production and some brilliant ideas in doing business, Sang Zhixia's intelligence is unmatched.
But the matter went deeper. Even with the old man's careful teaching, her reaction was still not sharp enough because she had too little experience.
Xu Yu didn't expect her to be curious about this. He smiled and whispered, "It's not that I can't trust you, it's that I can trust you."
"Why would you add people to the caravan if you can trust them?"
"Because he wanted to use the caravan's traffic to do something that couldn't be made public, and such a thing could only be done in collaboration with someone he trusted."
Xu Yu didn't want to say too much, so he threw out an introduction and left the rest to Sang Zhixia to figure out on her own.
Sang Zhixia rubbed the mud and thought for a long time, then suddenly realized, "Ah, so that's how it is!"
Xu Yu laughed: "Have you figured it out?"
Seeing Sang Zhixia nod, Xu Yu explained in a gentle voice, "Chen Nianhe is ambitious and won't be content to stay in the northwest for many years without moving. However, internal troubles have not been eliminated, so now is not the time to move."
The time can wait.
Preparations have to be made long in advance.
Thinking of General Chen's many actions, Sang Zhixia couldn't help but sigh, "This is what happens when a passing goose is plucked."
Don't take any loss at all.
General Chen is truly a role model for us in being thrifty!
Xu Yu suppressed a smile and expressed his agreement. He bent down and pressed the ginseng with a little green sprout in his hand into the mud. Looking at the pitiful green sprout, he joked, "Zhizhi, are you sure this will really work? Does ginseng really have seeds?"
"They all grow out of the soil, so how can there be anything without seeds?"
Sang Zhixia pointed to the fresh ginseng that she had painstakingly collected in the small basket and said, "These are all living ginseng that are five years old or older. They can be harvested after only one year in the field. Once we have the seeds, we can plant ginseng in our own fields next year."
"When the time comes, dig it out, pick the biggest one, wash it, and give it to you as a carrot to chew."
Xu Yu thought about the scene for a moment, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Sang Zhixia was so angry that she pinched him: "Stop talking nonsense and plant all these quickly. Do you know how much effort it took to get these little ginsengs?"
"If the crops don't grow well today, you won't be able to go home for dinner. You'll have to eat bran with those big white pigs on the farm."
Xu Yu tutted in disbelief, then bent over with a small hoe to dig a hole. As he picked up a live ginseng root and pulled out its roots, he asked casually, "Those people over there are fast workers. Eight or nine of them, taking turns with a hoe, can turn over more than ten acres of land in a day. Judging from your attitude, do you plan to let them keep clearing wasteland and planting?"
The population is small nowadays, and there are no more than 500 people in the village, including all the old and young.
There is a shortage of labor, so the agricultural yield is low.
But Chen Nianhe waved his hand and sent two thousand young men over, and when they got to the wasteland, they moved faster than cows.
If it weren't for the fact that people couldn't find so many hoes and farming tools at the moment, the gains from clearing the land in a day would be much more than this.
Sang Zhixia squatted on the ground and filled the pit with mud. Without looking up, he said, "With sufficient manpower, the more arable land we can open, the better. Who would complain about having too much food?"
"But it's not enough to just focus on the harvest from the fields."
Sang Zhixia paused, looked up at Xu Yu, and expressed a thought he had been pondering for a long time: "Third Uncle's caravan is pretty good, right? How about we set one up too?"
Xu Yu was surprised and asked, "Caravan?"
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