1408 Prince, a bad premonition

One wanted to buy and the other wanted to sell. Feng Qingchen and tribe leader Muzachi quickly reached an agreement. In addition to food and salt, Muzachi finally made a small request, asking if they could give them some medicine.

Mu Zhachi made a humble request, asking Feng Qingchen to give them some medicinal materials, and they could exchange them for cattle and sheep. There were few doctors among the nomadic people on the grassland, and almost no doctors with good medical skills. They needed some commonly used medicines, just the most basic ones.

Seeing that Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, Mu Zhachi thought that his request was too much, which aroused Feng Qingchen's dissatisfaction. He suppressed his disappointment and apologized: "Miss Feng, I'm sorry, I asked for too much."

"Chief, you are worrying too much. I will try my best to meet your request. I will also try my best to collect the medicinal materials you want. I don't want your cattle and sheep this time. Consider them as a gift from me. If you need them in the future, you can continue to exchange them with cattle and sheep. I hope you can raise some cattle. I will take as many cattle as you raise." Feng Qingchen wondered how much medical ethics she could get by taking medicine from the smart medical bag to save people.

"Really?" Chief Muzachi's eyes lit up, he couldn't believe what he heard. Feng Qingchen nodded and said, "I guarantee in the name of Dongling Feng Mansion that I will never owe you a cent. I will take as many cows as you have, and the medicinal herbs you want will not be a problem."

Now she only has 20,000 troops, but in the future she will have more troops, not less. Maintaining troops is a money-burning job, and she must find a way to maintain her own troops. You know, troops are the foundation of her existence.

At present, the soldiers' rations are mainly coarse grains, and there is little meat. First, it is not conducive to preservation, and second, the cost is high. Dongling oxen are few in number, so how can they bear to slaughter them for food? As for sheep? Except for nomadic peoples, no one specifically raises these animals that consume a lot of fodder.

It is difficult to purchase large quantities of grain, which may easily arouse suspicion from superiors. Besides, the price of grain is expensive. With the money she has, she can feed 20,000 people, but not more. The most important thing is that if the soldiers only eat coarse grains and dry food, their physical fitness will definitely not be very good. Meat must be supplemented. Only when they are full and watered enough, this group of people will have the strength to cope with high-intensity training and have the strength to go into battle and kill.

Soldiers carry guns, eat food and get paid. Soldiers risk their lives to fight for wealth and honor, and the goal is not just to have enough food. If she wants these people to fight for her, of course she has to let them eat well first.

When Feng Qingchen came down from the greenhouse, he was considering buying a piece of land in Jiangnan to raise pigs, cattle and sheep, and then processing the meat as food for the soldiers, but...

"How do you seal it and preserve it? The industry is not developed at all now. Even if I have horseshoes, I can't use them to store meat. How do you add preservatives? Sigh... How are military cans made?"

Feng Qingchen was muttering to herself and didn't notice anything wrong outside the inn. When she walked out, she found that there were many people outside the inn. They were staring at the carriage at the door, pointing and talking, and whispering to each other from time to time.

"Who parked the carriage at the door?" Feng Qingchen was about to find the shopkeeper, but she found that the carriage actually had the logo of the Ninth Prince's Mansion. The servant next to the carriage saw Feng Qingchen coming out and trotted over: "Miss Feng, the prince is waiting for you."

So, this carriage is waiting for her?

Feng Qingchen, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, rubbed her nose and got into the carriage. She had intended to have a good talk with the Ninth Prince, asking him to stop being so arrogant in the future. How could the restaurant do business if she parked the carriage in front of her restaurant? But as soon as she got into the carriage, she saw a picture of a handsome man sleeping.

The Ninth Prince Xiao was lying on the carriage, his long legs crossed and slightly bent, his left hand holding a scroll, his right hand supporting his head, his eyes glued to the book without moving, and when he saw Feng Qingchen getting on the carriage, he just responded and asked the driver to go.

people.

The scene was too beautiful, the atmosphere too peaceful. Feng Qingchen would feel guilty if he disturbed the Ninth Prince and destroyed this beauty.

Feng Qingchen touched his nose and sat down opposite the Ninth Uncle. Seeing that the Ninth Uncle seemed very comfortable in his half-lying position, Feng Qingchen could not sit still either, so he imitated the Ninth Uncle and half-lying in the carriage, and then...

Fell asleep!

When Feng Qingchen woke up, she found herself outside the city, still in the Ninth Prince's villa.

"Why are you here at the villa again?" Every time he came to the villa, it meant something happened. Feng Qingchen liked and loved the villa of the Ninth Prince.

"The Ninth Prince is dead, Concubine Shu had a miscarriage, and the city is not peaceful, so I came out for a walk." The Ninth Prince put his hands behind his back and walked slowly along the lotus pond.

It was already autumn. The lotus flowers had long since faded and the lotus leaves had dried up, but the entire lotus pond did not seem bleak. Instead, it had a kind of autumnal tranquil beauty. However, Feng Qingchen was not in the mood to appreciate it. She stared at the Ninth Uncle with wide eyes.

"Ninth Prince? When did it happen?" She has been busy with the Fengli clan's affairs recently. Did she forget about Dong Ling?

"Last night, three concubines died in the palace, a newborn prince, and a fully grown princess." The Ninth Prince said this calmly, but Feng Qingchen felt a chill all over his body when he heard it.

"What happened last night?" Last night, the Ninth Prince helped her to fend off a threat again. She was sure that someone from the palace must have been sent to summon her to the palace last night. In that situation, even if she had all the skills, she might not be able to save anyone.

"It was just a civil strife. Prince Zhou forced the emperor to abdicate and was captured by the emperor." The last prince who had a chance to compete for the throne lost his inheritance right. The emperor can rest assured.

"Force the emperor to abdicate? How stupid would Prince Zhou be to force the emperor to abdicate?" Feng Qingchen knew without thinking that there was someone behind this: "Did you do it?"

"I'm not that bored." The Ninth Prince turned around and glared at Feng Qingchen: "Don't go into the city during this period, stay here."

"Oh...what about you?" Feng Qingchen was not an ungrateful person. She knew that the Ninth Prince was doing this for her own good.

"The emperor intends to appoint a crown prince, so I must stay in the capital." The status of the Ninth Prince is there, and some things cannot be pushed away.

"The Eighth Prince?" Feng Qingchen's face twisted slightly.

Jin Ling and Hao Ting’s guesses were always correct!

"Who else can the emperor feel at ease with except him?" The older the emperor gets, the more he values ​​power. A series of events have made the emperor afraid that his son will seize his power. The person he is most at ease with now is the eighth prince who is not even one year old.

"Will all the ministers in the court agree to such a young crown prince?" No one knows if he will become crooked when he grows up. If so, then Dongling will be handed over to an incompetent emperor?

The selection of this successor is too ridiculous.

“The Xie family will take care of the matter with the noble families, and the Wang family has kept silent. How dare the children from poor families who have to rely on the emperor offend him?” A flash of sarcasm flashed across the Ninth Uncle’s eyes.

"The emperor is so arbitrary and he must be very happy." Feng Qingchen mourned for the future people of Dongling for three seconds, and then put the matter aside: "How is Princess Anping? When will she go to Beiling? According to the date agreed by the two countries, she should leave this month, right?"

"The injury hasn't healed yet, so the date will have to be postponed. The emperor still attaches great importance to Anping." Anping's injury was an accident, but the Ninth Prince did not blame himself. Anping used her injury to exchange for Dongling Ziluo's life, which was considered a good thing.

"Really?" Feng Qingchen glanced and said, "Since Princess Anping is not leaving this month, I don't have to worry."

"Where are you going?" The Ninth Prince had a bad feeling...