378 If I don't marry, I can't even compare to Feng Qingchen

The emperor used Feng Qingchen's life as a condition for negotiation, and thought that the Ninth Prince would definitely compromise. However, he did not expect that the Ninth Prince did not take the emperor's threat seriously at all, and remained expressionless and silent.

The Emperor thought that the Ninth Prince was compromising, and when he proposed that the Ninth Prince marry Princess Beiling as his principal wife, he did not expect the Ninth Prince to reject it again: "If you don't marry me, you are not even as good as Feng Qingchen. If you want to be my principal wife, you must first prove that you are better than Feng Qingchen."

Leaving these words behind, the Ninth Prince strode away, and after the Ninth Prince left, the Emperor smashed his favorite clay inkstone...

Feng Qingchen was not worried about how the Ninth Prince would handle this matter. She was sure that she would not die because of this matter. At most, she would get into some minor troubles. The Ninth Prince would never miss the opportunity to cause trouble for her.

Seeing Feng Qingchen so sure, Wang Jinling didn't say anything more. He also believed that the Ninth Prince would protect Feng Qingchen, if not for Feng Qingchen, but also for himself.

"Qingchen, I will go to Qingshui Town tomorrow. If you have any problems, go to Wang's house to find Jinhan." Wang Jinling said this and left with Zhai Dongming, taking the medicine box. Even though Zhai Dongming didn't want to leave, he had to leave.

As for tomorrow's banquet, everyone tacitly agreed not to mention it. Whether it was Feng Qingchen or Wang Jinling, they both knew very well that Feng Qingchen was not qualified to attend tomorrow's banquet, even if she was Wang Jinling's savior.

The Wang family attaches more importance to rules and reputation than the royal family. In such an occasion, the Wang family would not want to see Feng Qingchen.

After Wang Jinling and Zhai Dongming left, Feng Qingchen did not return to his room, but sat in his original seat to digest what Wang Jinling said.

She told Wang Jinling that she believed the Ninth Uncle would handle everything, but she didn't think so in her heart. Having known the Ninth Uncle for so long, Feng Qingchen understood very well that the Ninth Uncle's way of handling things was always to maximize his own interests, and he would not mind sacrificing her when necessary, so she had to be prepared.

Before Feng Qingchen had any idea what was going on, she heard a servant come to report that Su Wenqing had arrived. Thinking that he was here to visit the patient, Feng Qingchen did not refuse and asked someone to invite Su Wenqing in.

Su Wenqing brought a lot of supplements. Seeing Feng Qingchen was full of energy and had a rosy complexion, he was stunned for a moment, but smartly did not ask more questions. After chatting for a few meaningless words, Su Wenqing signaled Feng Qingchen to send away the people around him.

Although Feng Qingchen was puzzled, she still did as she was told. After they left, Su Wenqing said, "Qingchen, Yuhua Yuanhua sent a letter asking for food." He looked miserable, obviously doing it for Feng Qingchen to see. Feng Qingchen knew it, so she said unhappily, "This is your business, it has nothing to do with me."

"Qingchen, I'm a businessman, not a treasury. The food I have stockpiled is limited, and the 500,000 troops on the border will probably starve next month." Su Wenqing didn't beat around the bush. Feng Qingchen liked to be direct. Besides, the matter of Yuwen Yuanhua could be hidden from others but not from Feng Qingchen. This matter was arranged by Feng Qingchen himself.

"Five hundred thousand troops? Doesn't Yuwen Yuanhua only have three hundred thousand men?" Feng Qingchen looked towards Su Wenqing suddenly, his clear eyes seemed to see through everything.

As a field doctor who has been on the battlefield for many years, Feng Qingchen is particularly sensitive to the number of troops and their equipment. She knows very well that in this era of cold weapons, sometimes having more soldiers is an absolute advantage.

Since ancient times, there have been very few battles in which the outnumbered side won. The occasional ones that did happen were regarded as classic teaching materials, but classics cannot be replicated. In the era of cold weapons, having more soldiers was an absolute advantage.

Faced with Feng Qingchen's questioning, Su Wenqing was shocked and almost revealed his true colors: "There was unrest on the border, and Yuwen Yuanhua has expanded his troops." He himself did not believe this reason, but he thought Feng Qingchen would believe it. After all, how could a girl understand these things.

"Does the emperor know?" Feng Qingchen keenly discovered that something was wrong. Given the emperor's disgust and vigilance towards Yuwen Yuanhua, how could he allow Yuwen Yuanhua to lead his own army?

There are 500,000 troops. Dongling claims to have a million troops, and Yuwen Yuanhua accounts for half of them. How can the emperor tolerate this?

How can I allow others to sleep beside my bed? Yuwen Yuanhua has an army of 500,000 at his command. When he leads his troops north one day, the emperor will have no choice but to surrender.

“I don’t know.”

"Private equity? He's so brave, isn't he afraid of death?" Feng Qingchen's eyes were sharp, and Su Wenqing turned his eyes away with a guilty conscience: "He has his own plans for this matter, you should understand that he is not a reckless person."

Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, but just sneered. It was because he understood her that he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Yuwen Yuanhua is the Ninth Prince's man, and the fact that Su Wenqing helps Yuwen Yuanhua so much means that Su Wenqing is also the Ninth Prince's man, as are Lan Jiuqing and Bu Jingyun.

Feng Qingchen vaguely understood what the Ninth Uncle was going to do, but he couldn't figure it out. If he wanted that position, would it be so troublesome?

"Since he has a plan, what's the point of telling me about it? Mr. Su, I know nothing about your affairs and I have no intention of interfering. I am just an ordinary citizen and I just want to live a quiet life." Rebellion, she couldn't do such a thing, she hated war, war meant death.

Doctors are God's only hands, but these hands can only save a few people.

Su Wenqing smiled bitterly. This Feng Qingchen was really smart. He understood everything at once: "Qingchen, peace and quiet is a luxury for you. Since you are involved with that person, you will never be able to have peace and quiet. Let's not talk about the distant things. Let's talk about the near things first. You can't escape from the matter of the imperial censor's impeachment."

Everyone knows who that person is.

Feng Qingchen closed his eyes and sighed inwardly.

Yes, she is inseparable from that person. She has been labeled as a member of the Ninth Prince's party. No matter whether the Ninth Prince fights or not, she must stand by his side, because even if he loses, those people will not let her go.

"I really can't help." Feng Qingchen sighed. She was just a weak woman. What could she do to help? How could she raise food for an army of 500,000?

In ancient times, grain production was extremely low and white rice was a luxury. Ordinary people could only eat a few mouthfuls of white rice in their entire lives.

Food has always been in short supply in China. Even in modern times, China still has to import rice and wheat.

She is a military doctor, not a disciple of Yuan Longping, the father of hybrid rice, and she graduated from medical school rather than agricultural university.

Every profession has its own expertise. This is completely beyond her professional scope. Feng Qingchen hopes that she can help, but her ability is really limited. Feng Qingchen taps her head lightly, looking thoughtful...

Su Wenqing was a little disappointed, but fortunately he was not like Jiuqing, who had high hopes for Feng Qingchen. If he couldn't help, then he couldn't help. How could a woman solve the problem that a group of grown men like them couldn't solve?

"I'll..." Let me think of a solution.

Before he could finish his words, Feng Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes: "I've figured out a way."

At this time, there are still many edible things that have not been dug out, some of which can be used as staple food. She did this not for the Ninth Uncle, but for the soldiers fighting hard on the battlefield.

She knew very well that if the soldiers were not well fed on the battlefield, it would be the end of their lives, and for the sake of those soldiers she could not hide it.

"What did you say? Do you have a solution?" Su Wenqing stood up directly.

Feng Qingchen nodded: "Come with me."

Feng Qingchen brought Su Wenqing to the study in the Sun Mansion, pulled out a stack of white paper, took out a homemade charcoal pencil, and started drawing directly on the white paper.

Although she didn't know much else, Feng Qingchen knew about sweet potatoes and potatoes. Sweet potatoes and potatoes have extremely high yields and can be eaten as staple foods: "These two things are edible and have high yields. Send people to find seeds and then plant them on a large scale. If there is a harvest, they can last for a while."

"This thing? I've seen it." Su Wenqing's eyes lit up. He had seen this thing in a small town before, piles of it rotting there. He originally thought that this thing was inedible, but it turned out that it was because the production was too high and there was too much of it.

"It will be easier if you have seen it. Send someone to find it and learn from the local people how to grow it. It's not as delicate as rice and can be grown on dry land. It's not difficult to grow it in places like the border." Feng Qingchen was not surprised. Potatoes and sweet potatoes have existed since ancient times, but no one has maximized their role.

Regardless of whether they taste good or have high nutritional value, it is enough to say that they have high yields. As for hybrid rice seeds? Forget it, unless she goes back to study at the Agricultural University.

"Is this thing really as you said, with extremely high yield?" If that's the case, then it would be a one-time solution. Of course, he wouldn't let the soldiers eat this every day and mix it with rice.

"I guarantee it with my character." Even if Feng Qingchen was not from an agricultural university, he knew this.

"Okay, I'll send someone to look for it right away. I hope they can have a harvest as soon as possible to avoid a shortage of food." Su Wenqing put the two pieces of paper away. He didn't expect that Feng Qingchen actually had a solution. It seemed that Lan Jiuqing understood Feng Qingchen well.

This woman is really tight-lipped. She won't say anything unless asked. But how did she know? Judging from her appearance, she definitely can't be someone who knows about farming. However, Su Wenqing kept this matter in his heart and didn't dare to ask.

Feng Qingchen nodded. Providing potatoes and sweet potatoes could be a long-term solution. Is it just a short-term problem?

Since a solution has been provided, Feng Qingchen no longer hides it and says another solution: "In fact, you can try to buy grain from Nanling and Xiling. Especially Nanling, I heard that the two princes of Nanling are fighting for power. If a powerful foreign aid appears to support one of the princes at this time, they will definitely be willing to buy grain from the Nanling treasury for you."

Politicians never mind sacrificing the interests of the country in order to maximize their own interests. She has seen a lot of this.

"I've thought about this, but raising grain through the state is easy to be targeted. Those people will definitely check where these large quantities of grain are going. It will be troublesome if we end up getting into trouble before we get to eat the fish." Su Wenqing shook his head and rejected it. Their actions could not be seen in the open and could not be reported to the national level.

"If we can't buy grain from the country, then let the grain merchants spit out the grain." Feng Qingchen's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. She would like to repay Yuwen Yuanhua for helping her on the emperor's birthday, and now she would also help Yuwen Yuanhua.

Feng Qingchen would never admit that she was doing this to help the Ninth Uncle!

Thunder and lightning are so scary!