What is so precious?
Curious, Song Liyun followed Song Dekui into the courtyard to take a look.
After putting away her needlework, Yunniangzi quickly fetched water to help Song Dekui wash his face.
With Song Dekui's anxious reminder, Song Liyun finally saw the "bitter melon" in the cardboard box.
It was not much bigger than a fist, and its green skin still had a section of dried melon vine attached to it.
This is a watermelon!
When Song Dekui came into the room after washing his face and changing his clothes, he saw the bitter melon, which had been cut into several pieces to reveal the pink flesh inside. He immediately exclaimed, "Lin Qingyuan said that this melon should first be kept in an ice cellar overnight, neither frozen nor heated, then a thin slit should be made with a silver knife, and then it should be cut into small pieces..."
Song Liyun, while picking at the black seeds in the melon pulp, said, "Didn't Lin Qingyuan also say that we have to bathe, change clothes, burn incense, purify ourselves, and worship our ancestors before we can eat it?"
Song Dekui was stunned: "How did you know?"
Song Liyun carefully put the seeds away: "I won't eat bitter melon. You can save a slice for Xiao An, and share the rest with Uncle Erlang!"
This watermelon is not much bigger than a fist. Song Liyun just tasted it and found it to be quite sweet and juicy, a rare and excellent watermelon.
Song Dekui didn't eat the melon, but watched her collect melon seeds and excitedly said, "Xiaoyun, are you going to grow bitter melon? Like Daping growing rapeseed?"
In the spring, Da Ping brought some vegetable seeds back to Xiaoshi Village from Baolinju. Now, I hear that he has harvested a lot of vegetable seeds and is preparing to find an oil mill to press them for oil.
The rapeseed in Suijin Town had already been harvested and the oil extracted from it was more than that from soybean oil. He had tasted it and found it very fragrant.
Song Liyun nodded: "Since bitter melon has seeds, we can naturally grow our own. The grown ones will be bigger than a wooden basin, and we can eat as much as we want in the future."
Song Dekui was stunned, his hands holding the bitter melon were trembling: "Xiaoyun, I know you know a lot and you can do business. You can sell wool and cow horns from the grasslands for sky-high prices."
Lin Xiaozhi and Wan Yanming are now talking about how you make money with your own hands.
"But no matter how capable you are, you can't lie to your Uncle Kui and make things up!"
"Lin Qingyuan once said that bitter melons cannot be grown; they grow naturally and don't have a fixed habitat. They only grow in desolate and uninhabited places."
"Every summer, searching for bitter melons is a life-threatening experience!"
Now, Wan Jia and Lin Qingyuan have taken over the Qi family's leather goods and jewelry business in Hecheng.
They not only opened a workshop there to make bags, horn combs, and horn ornaments, but also used various small gemstones to make buttons.
Hecheng has many leather craftsmen. Although their skills cannot compare to those of the bustling capital, they still process furs.
Not only have prices increased several times over, but Wanjia has also increased its shipment volume in terms of road transportation.
Lin Qingyuan took over the Qi family's jewelry business, and with Song Liyun's ideas, he started offering jewelry at all price points, from high-end to low-end.
The Qi family, who had fled, had not been "caught," and the case in the capital was still under investigation and evidence collection.
No news is good news, as neither the Qi family nor the eldest princess has made any move.
Under the threat and crackdown by the garrison commander, the merchants in the city quickly accepted the reality.
Everything was already familiar to them, but then they added several more ways to pay money.
Four months later, the garrison's accounts were overflowing with money.
Everyone knows that besides the favorable timing and location of Hecheng Border, this money is also inextricably linked to Song Liyun.
But this bitter melon is different; it grows naturally in the desert.
Song Dekui had witnessed wolves in the desolate Gobi Desert of the no-man's-land.
This bitter melon just happens to grow in those Gobi desert soils, where even the herdsmen are unwilling to set foot.
Now that Xiaoyun actually wants to grow... Song Dekui's doubts slowly faded, and a strange hope arose in his heart. Maybe Xiaoyun will really grow bitter melon in the future.
The bitter melon couldn't be kept after it was opened, so Song Liyun sliced it into thin slices and asked Song Dekui to send them to Han Ming and Song Erlang so that everyone could try this rare delicacy from the grasslands.
Not long after Song Dekui left, Yun Niangzi came over and said that Abu had returned, followed by the simple-minded Zhe Mao.
The two large, dark-skinned men, covered in sweat, were still clinging to the cardboard box, refusing to let go.
Song Liyun looked at Zhe Mao, who had suddenly appeared, and then at the cardboard box, and suddenly felt like laughing.
I've been carrying cardboard boxes all day; I wonder if there are watermelons inside again?
The two put down the cardboard box, and Zhe Mao quickly bowed to Song Liyun to greet her. Although he often came to Baolin Residence, he was always so respectful.
Song Liyun told him to go with Yunniang to wash up and get ready, and then asked Abu why he had let Zhemao come during the day.
Zhe Mao was, after all, a Di person, and even though he changed into Wu Dynasty clothing, he could not hide his Di features.
The town of Suijin is now thriving. Although the disaster is rarely mentioned, ordinary people are still not very friendly to the Di tribe, and they try to avoid conflicts whenever possible.
Abu pulled over a palm-leaf fan to fan himself, and said with a grin, "Bahrain found a bunch of bitter melons in the Gobi Desert. Luckily, there were ten of them. I sent four to Kara Mountain and the rest back here."
"See, everything's fine!"
As he spoke, Abu opened the cardboard box, revealing a pitifully small watermelon inside.
Yesterday, he delivered the fresh fruits and vegetables he bought in town to the mouth of the Huangsha River Valley, where he met Balin, who had already moved his farm and settled there. Balin even asked Zhemao to bring him some bitter melon.
In Balin's heart, Song Liyun, who lived in Wuchao, had been of great help to his tribe, so he was naturally close to her.
However, it was indeed worth the hardships his tribe had endured. In just six months, the tribe's hides and horns had been exchanged for enough salt and cloth, allowing everyone to wear soft and comfortable underwear.
Now that we've found some bitter melon, we'll send it over first.
Song Liyun smiled and said, "The river is currently at its highest point, and it's not easy for someone to come all the way from outside the Huangsha River Valley. Zhe Mao wouldn't have come all this way just for these few melons; he must have something to say!"
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