Chapter 89 Future
When Jun Qiulan arrived at the door, he was stopped by someone.
"What are you doing here?" the soldier at the gate said fiercely, "This is not a place you can just come to casually."
In other words, Jun Qiulan had a pretty face and no vulgar look in her eyes, otherwise he would have drawn his sword and confronted her directly.
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "I'm Principal Song's son. I came to see if there's anything else I can help with."
The guard looked at Jun Qiulan's face carefully and found that he was somewhat similar to Principal Song.
However, he still didn't let me go, but his attitude was slightly better.
"The students haven't gotten up yet. We have to wait a while."
Jun Qiulan nodded: "It's my duty."
He simply sat next to the security guard and asked about their work and whether there was anything that needed improvement.
The guard's eyes curved with a smile. "There's nothing to improve. Life is so comfortable now. All I do every day is guard the gate and patrol the property a few times, and I get paid every month."
These guys who came here to work as gate guards were all wounded soldiers who could no longer fight in the war. All they could do in the barracks was polish and repair weapons.
But who can't do these jobs?
The soldiers sharpened their own weapons. General Huo was worried that they would have a psychological burden, so he assigned them some work so that they would not feel like freeloaders.
For example, he himself injured his leg bone on the battlefield. The military doctor set the bone for him, but the wound kept festering, red and swollen over and over again. The military doctor said that he was probably doomed and could only survive for a few days.
It was Principal Song’s daughter who used a special medicine to cure his ulcers and swelling.
Although the injured leg has not fully recovered, at least he will not die from the wound festering. Miss Wan'er said that when the bone was broken, there were still broken bones inside. When her medical skills become more proficient in the future, she will perform surgery to help him remove the broken bones.
Since they couldn't go to the battlefield, they would do what they could. Guarding the gate was easy, but if they really encountered criminals, the long swords in their hands were not made of mud, and their leg injuries had not healed, but two or three ordinary people still couldn't get close to them.
It was also thanks to General Huo's ruthlessness when he trained them in the past. At that time, they were still complaining in their hearts that General Huo was unkind, but General Huo said that he wanted them to all come back alive from the battlefield.
Apart from him, the other guards were in a similar situation.
Jun Qiulan nodded with a smile, "If you need anything, feel free to ask."
The security guard waved his hand. "That's great! I know you're all kindhearted people, and you might have bigger things to do in the future. I won't say much else. As long as we can have enough to eat, that's enough. I, Wang Er, will follow you through fire and water."
Jun Qiulan was also moved.
Look.
The demands of the people nowadays are actually very simple. Everyone just wants to have enough food to eat.
Wang Er also sighed, "My family was poor before, and I had no choice but to join the army when the war broke out. I didn't even mention my military achievements. When I was recruited, I was told that I would get ten strings of cash per year, but I never got the full amount. Most of the time, I didn't even get half. We all know that. No wonder General Huo didn't do that. General Huo had already subsidized a lot of money himself."
It's all the court's fault, those high-ranking officials who held pens and engaged in verbal battles in the court.
There is money to support the emperor and his concubines and to build palaces, but when it comes to paying military salaries and providing disaster relief, the court simply cannot come up with so much silver.
Wang Er sighed, "Not only do we not get enough military pay, we don't even have enough to eat. It's only because General Huo is so kind that he didn't let us fight on an empty stomach."
Jun Qiulan felt bad when he heard this.
"Everything will be fine."
He promised Wang Er: "In the future, everyone will have enough food to eat, new clothes to wear, and salaries to receive."
Wang Er smiled and said, "Then I'm serious. There were twelve of us from the same hometown who joined the army back then, and now only seven are still alive. I can't make it. This leg of mine would be a burden to my comrades on the battlefield. I'm quite content to be a doorman and security guard here."
Jun Qiulan also smiled: "People still need to have dreams."
Wang Er still waved his hand. "What kind of dream do I need? Right now, not only can I have enough to eat, but I can also get some money every day. Principal Song also said that we will be given a set of security uniforms every season of the year, and our wages will be paid on time every month. That's enough."
Jun Qiulan listened to Wang Er's words with a smile on her face.
There are two hundred female students in the school, a team of security guards, and a few widows who came from the orphanage to cook and sweep, and provide three meals a day, which is a considerable expense.
At that time, his mother also told him that these female students were all pale and thin, so they had to be given some oil and water. The lunch every day was stewed with pork and vegetables.
Although there may only be a few slices of meat in the bowl, it is better than the situation before when they could not eat meat all year round.
Everything will be fine.
Jun Qiulan had seen the army canteen on the Internet. It was not just about having enough food to eat, but also about ensuring balanced nutrition for everyone, with all the necessary ingredients including meat, eggs and milk.
Their conditions are limited now, so take it slow.
After chatting with Wang Er for a while, my mother and Aunt Xu Lian arrived in Song Yan's donkey cart.
My mother has been busy recently, and her life has become more fulfilling. I feel like her complexion has improved a lot.
"Why is Lan'er here?"
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "I stayed at Mr. Su's place last night, and I came to visit this morning."
Seeing the tiredness on his face, Song Xirong guessed that he had not slept all night.
"Go home, the school is fine, we can handle it."
The female students were all very obedient and studied very seriously in the morning. Even if they had no talent and had trouble learning a few words, they worked hard.
Not to mention working in the afternoon.
The method of making soap is not difficult, and it is somewhat similar to traditional soap. Everyone knows that the school provides them with food and accommodation, and also teaches them cultural knowledge, so everyone works very seriously.
"Since I'm here, please let me in to take a look."
Song Xirong smiled and said, "Let's go."
The so-called girls' school also rented an empty house in the city.
The dormitory is a large dormitory with limited conditions, and many people have to live in one room.
Two hundred students were divided into four classes. In addition to Song Xirong, Xu Lian, and Mrs. Tian, they also hired several ladies who had come to help before.
Apart from anything else, they already knew how to read, and now they are just trying to teach, just teaching students how to recognize words, which they are still capable of doing.
The female students had also gotten up early and went to the classroom on their own initiative to read and recite.
When they saw Jun Qiulan, everyone was a little curious.
Except for the gatekeepers and security guards, all the other staff in their school are women, and security guards are not allowed to enter the second door. How come a man suddenly came in?
Some people had been interviewed by Jun Qiulan before and knew that he was Teacher Song’s son.
Song Xirong walked into the classroom: "This is my son. He came here today to check on us. Is there anything missing or that needs to be supplemented? Any opinions or suggestions are welcome."
The girls looked at each other in bewilderment. They were living a life of luxury now, so how could they have any opinions or suggestions?
Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of him, Jun Qiulan simply went and looked around on his own.
The dormitories could use a bit of a makeover. The bunk beds are still too crowded. Given the number of people sleeping in each room, you probably won't be able to turn over at night.
In winter, you can still feel warm even when you are crowded together. But in the hot summer, without fans or air conditioning, how can you rest peacefully with so many people crowded together?
Bunk beds are a good choice. Once the curtain is drawn, the girls can have a little private space.
Also, it would be nice to have a few blackboards in the classroom.
Nowadays, teaching mostly involves the teacher reading a sentence and the students following. They first memorize the contents of the book, and then compare them with the contents of the book to recognize the words and then learn to write them.
There is actually no problem with teaching in this way, but if there is a blackboard, the teacher can also demonstrate to the students on the blackboard.
The teaching content is still enlightenment books, such as Three Character Classic, Hundred Family Surnames, and Thousand Character Classic. If you can recognize all the characters in these books, it is equivalent to learning commonly used characters, and you will not be illiterate in the future.
Jun Qiulan thought about it and realized that basic mathematics also had to be taught, including addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, which were widely used in daily life.
He also looked at the others and wrote down what needed to be supplemented.
The students had already started class. Jun Qiulan stood outside the window and looked at his mother's high spirits. He couldn't help but smile.
That's how it should be.
Everyone has something they want to do.
My mother has changed a lot in the past year or so.
Although my mother is better than many women nowadays, deep down, she still believes that her husband is her priority and that supporting him and raising children are her responsibilities.
As a beneficiary, Jun Qiulan actually has no way to judge whether this situation is right or wrong.
The family has always shared the housework, and with the addition of a lot of high technology, my mother always feels like she has nothing to do.
Jun Qiulan had seen a concept before, which was to make the elderly in the family feel needed, so he had suggested that his mother help him make clothes.
His mother was also very happy, but he was alone, so she quickly made clothes for him for all four seasons. Especially after she got a sewing machine, the speed was even faster.
After all, the styles of clothes here in modern times are simple and do not require complicated embroidery.
A lot of clothes were also made for Dad and Wan'er.
After all, the mother is still devoting herself to her son, husband, and daughter. This spirit is great, but Jun Qiulan wants her mother to be herself.
Yes, his mother was first Song Xirong, and then Jun Yu’s wife, the mother of Jun Qiulan and Jun Shuwan.
Now, mother finally has something she really wants to do. Seeing her mother fulfilled and happy, Jun Qiulan is really happy for her.
He did not disturb his mother's class. He went to other classrooms to listen to everyone's teaching. When he had a plan in mind, he left.
When he left, he also said hello to Wang Er, whose wife happened to come over and give him something.
"I'll leave first and come back next time."
Wang Er smiled and said, "Next time you have to wait until Principal Song comes before you come. No matter who you are, I won't let you in alone."
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing, "That's what I should do."
Turning around, he pondered another question. In another world, one could often see soldiers given priority everywhere, including veterans.
Song Yan was using the donkey cart, so Jun Qiulan had to walk back.
No one could have imagined that while they were now rebelling, he, the real leader, was still living in the village and had to walk to the city?
When Jun Qiulan thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh.
That's good.
When he got home, he happened to meet Ma Zhong coming to him with sweet potatoes in his hand.
"This one you gave me before, and this one I dug out from the ground. Why do they feel different?"
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing: "No problem, the species is slightly different, but it doesn't affect anything else."
Ma Zhong was relieved, but he hesitated to speak.
Jun Qiulan understood, "Uncle Ma, is there something wrong?"
Ma Zhong smiled sheepishly, "What exactly is this policy about sending educated youth to the countryside? I don't quite understand it."
Jun Qiulan: "Uncle Ma, come in and talk."
"This policy of sending educated youth to the countryside is a good one. Nowadays, most people are illiterate, and they come here to help everyone learn. It doesn't take too much time, just half an hour a day to learn a few words. Those who can learn will learn, and those who can't will forget about it."
Although it is literacy campaign, it is not mandatory. We can only hope that everyone can avoid being blind as much as possible.
I'm really not interested, can't learn it, and won't force myself.
The ultimate goal is to spread their ideas and policies through these educated youth.
Nowadays, information transmission is inconvenient and many messages are delayed, but if they arrange people and deliver them in a unified manner, it will be slightly better.
Jun Qiulan continued, "This is free of charge. The government will provide monthly wages to scholars who come here, and the village will just find them a place to stay."
When Ma Zhong heard this, he immediately clapped his hands and cheered.
Reading and writing. The peasants in the village will have the opportunity to read and write in the future, and they don’t have to spend any money.
He knew that Jun Qiulan's mother opened a girls' school in the city and asked the female students to work to offset their tuition fees. Jun Yu also taught in the village. Now, even ordinary people like them had a chance.
This family is amazing.
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "Uncle Ma, don't be so excited. Life will get better and better for everyone in the future."
Ma Zhong was both happy and sighed, "If there hadn't been natural disasters, this year would have been a heavenly day."
There is no shortage of food, people can go to school, more people are raising pigs, pigs are getting fatter, and the price of meat is lower.
It would be great if there were no natural disasters.
Speaking of natural disasters, Jun Qiulan's mood was not so good anymore.
"Just get through this year."
Ma Zhong smiled and said, "It's possible. An old farmer once said that this year's drought might not be as severe as we imagined."
I guess it has something to do with the continuous rain before.
Jun Qiulan could only explain it from a scientific perspective: rain falls, is evaporated by the sun, turns into clouds, and the clouds will turn into raindrops and fall.
This is probably a cycle.
Ma Zhong chatted with Jun Qiulan for a while before leaving.
Jun Qiulan didn't see Jun Baisong at home, and his mother didn't bring him to the city today. He was probably taken to the village school by his father.
Once the scholar arranged by Senior Brother Duan Wen arrives, we should be able to replace my father.
At the same time, these educated youth went to the countryside to hone their knowledge.
There is no way. There are too few scholars in this era, and the status of scholars is too high.
This phenomenon is not good.
At the same time, some rules and regulations must be formulated for them so that they can go to the villages to help the villagers get rid of illiteracy and teach, not to let them be superior and domineering.
Jun Qiulan thought about it and wrote it down again.
Once my father is replaced, he will be able to do other things.
Although my father was a prince without real power in the past, it does not mean that his personal abilities are poor.
Just because of him, his father was destined not to have any rights.
This is also a means of balance for those in power.
Now that everything is in ruins, my father should also make a career.
What to do specifically depends on my father's own ideas. Teaching children in the village to read the Three Character Classic is a bit of a waste of his talent.
Jun Qiulan didn't stay at home for long and left a note in the small study.
The small study was installed with a password lock and was disguised so that ordinary people could not find it and did not know how to open it.
After my father came back, he would basically go to the small study to read a book, and then he would see his note.
Modern side.
Jun Qiulan quickly placed orders for everything she needed.
You can just ask a carpenter to make bunk beds and the like, but for everything else, you have to rely on yourself.
Jun Qiulan also bought a lot of electric fans.
There were too many people in the girls' school, and it was a bit too hot.
Electric fans don't consume much electricity, and if you add some solar panels, they can be powered.
Now he is not afraid of being exposed. Civil officials and military generals are all on the same page with him. These high technologies should be taken out as soon as possible.
What if someone is interested in this and wants to try to study it? What if the research is successful?
One day in the future, they will eventually have to separate from the materials of another world and rely on themselves to develop this world.
All the things in ancient times have been arranged.
A few days later, after the things arrived, he handed them over to his father and installed everything that needed to be installed.
As for what kind of sensation it caused in school, Jun Qiulan didn't care.
I just heard from my mother that many people were asking where this fan came from.
My mother kept it a secret and didn't say anything.
The main reason is that I can’t explain it to the people.
Let’s not talk about it for now.
He bought a lot of fans and solar panels. In addition to those at the girls' school, he also asked his father to send a few to Senior Brother Duan, Mr. Su, and the general's mansion.
It can be considered as returning a favor.
Since a group of people are willing to follow him in rebelling, he can't be too stingy.
He can't take out too much other things for the time being, and the main point is that he has limited funds.
Let's take it one step at a time.
On the modern side, he also had things to do, so he left all the fan matters to his father.
So he didn't know about the silence of Duan Wen, Huo Lan, and Su Changxun when they installed the solar panels and turned on the fans at home according to the instructions.
These people all knew that Jun Qiulan had an adventure, but they really couldn't guess what it was.
Not to mention being able to produce high-yield grain, now they have also developed this machine that can automatically fan the air.
It's really amazing.
A small fan gave them a great shock.
It’s quite practical. This summer is very hot, but I can enjoy the breeze in the house and life is so comfortable.
They just didn't know that Jun Qiulan and his family even used air conditioning.
In addition to the supplies that had been decided to be purchased, Jun Qiulan also had to prepare to buy a batch of food.
no way.
Although their current news has not yet been reported back to the court, or the court is in chaos and has no time to deal with them.
In short, I'm afraid that the food for disaster relief will not be delivered.
Sweet potatoes can alleviate a large part of the famine problem, but regular food is also necessary.
Apart from here, the problems in several surrounding state capitals are probably even more serious.
However, purchasing large quantities of grain may be a bit dangerous. This is not a matter of a few thousand or tens of thousands of kilograms.
Jun Qiulan pondered for a while, then returned to the Taoist temple to discuss with Master Qingheng.
Although he was busy during this period, he often went up the mountain to see Master Qingheng.
But in fact, he should be considered a delivery man.
There are more and more tourists in the mountains, thanks to the cable car, which makes it more convenient to go up the mountain.
So his senior brothers and nephews all had their own things to do and were very busy, and had no time to go down the mountain.
Sometimes when Qingheng was too lazy to move, he would just send a message to Jun Qiulan, telling her what he wanted to eat and asking Jun Qiulan to buy it for him.
Jun Qiulan went back to the mountain today, not empty-handed, but with a lot of bags, mostly food.
Qingheng wrapped the roast duck in lotus leaf pancakes and ate it until his mouth was full of oil.
"Is there something else that can't be handled?"
Jun Qiulan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm going to buy some food. It doesn't have to be a lot. I've already told you about the drought over there. It's better to prepare more food to be prepared."
Qing Heng nodded and said, "This is a simple matter. You can go and tell your senior brother later and place the order in the name of the Taoist temple."
Jun Qiulan: "I want a larger quantity."
Qingheng was also amused, "You don't necessarily want rice or flour."
"Just regular food."
Qing Heng tutted, "Just say you bought it to feed the pigs. Those corn and grain scraps are all edible for humans. Besides, they are strictly controlled now, so there will definitely be no problems."
Jun Qiulan was initially stunned by the words "feeding pigs", but then he felt his eyes brighten.
To put it bluntly, pigs in this era eat better than the people over there.
This is a reality.
"Just calculate the approximate amount and tell your senior brother. But you have to prepare a warehouse for storage yourself. It's too troublesome to transport it up the mountain."
Jun Qiulan: "I understand."
He had previously roughly calculated how much food was needed.
They have sweet potatoes, and the other crops in the fields may have a poor harvest, but it is definitely not a complete loss.
Moreover, those grain merchants have been continuously bringing back a lot of grain from other places.
It is also for the sake of being prepared for any eventuality.
"You want 300,000 kilograms first?"
If he asks for more, his wallet won’t be able to bear it.
Qing Heng waved his hand and said, "Just tell your senior brother. Don't worry, he won't ask any more questions."
When Jun Qiulan found Sheng Hongyan, he really didn't ask much.
"Just send me the address and I'll take it directly to you when the time comes."
Jun Qiulan sent the address over: "Thank you very much, Senior Brother. Please give me your account number and I will transfer the money to you."
Unexpectedly, Sheng Hongyan waved his hand and said, "Forget about this little money. We'll do it next time."
Jun Qiulan was choked.
When he first came last year, the overall income of the Taoist temple was very poor, and the master's side had to rely on pilgrims for individual support.
It can even be said that the entire Taoist temple is supported by the master.
Now you don’t even care about hundreds of thousands of dollars?
He checked and found that even if the corn cobs and miscellaneous grains were cheap, they would still cost more than one yuan per pound.
All in all, it would be around four or five hundred thousand.
Sheng Hongyan smiled and said, "You don't know the Taoist temple's income yet, do you? In addition to the incense donations from believers, the cable car built with Mr. Yan's assistance generates a portion of the income that goes to the government, which is also the fee we should pay. The rest goes to the Taoist temple."
Moreover, many tourists come here just for him, their junior brother.
Knowing that the junior brother had left the Taoist temple, many tourists came over to check in.
With all this going on, how can the Taoist temple not make money from the incense?
Although it is not so exaggerated as to not care about hundreds of thousands of dollars, they can still come up with the money to help their junior brother.
The master did not tell them about the little junior brother's origins, but he had some guesses, especially since he had seen Mr. Yan when he was a child. At that time, he was also playful and played hide-and-seek with other junior brothers. He hid in the closet in Mr. Yan's room and witnessed Mr. Yan disappear in the room and suddenly appear again after a while.
He secretly asked his master, but his master didn't tell him and just told him to keep the matter to himself. Since then, he never mentioned it again.
I'm afraid my junior brother has the same experience as Mr. Yan.
When they practice Taoism, all they care about is fate. They have the fate of being brothers and sisters, and they are like a family.
Of course we are a family, what else needs to be said?
Jun Qiulan was moved again, but this was indeed not a small amount of money. After haggling with his senior brother for a long time, he finally transferred 200,000 yuan.
"There's nothing I can do about you." Sheng Hongyan was helpless: "You're an actor, but you haven't become a big star yet, how much money can you make?"
"It's not bad actually. I just got a new mobile phone endorsement deal and the money they pay is pretty good. If there's anything you need money for in the Taoist temple, feel free to tell me, Senior Brother."
Sheng Hongyan said with a smile: "If you make money, you can keep it for yourself. Anyway, everything is fine in the Taoist temple now. There are other Taoists who come to us to place orders."
The food issue has been settled, and he is just waiting for it to be delivered to him.
It is said that it is used to feed pigs, but 300,000 kilograms of grain is still a large amount and has to be brought in from other places.
It will only take a few days.
Jun Qiulan was not in a hurry for the next few days. He just had to wait for them to contact him and then take the goods to the warehouse. Fortunately, he had rented a large enough warehouse.
On this day, the new mobile phone commercial was officially filmed.
This is even simpler than shooting a clothing advertisement.
A short plot of dozens of seconds requires several extras, and Jun Qiulan also slightly increases the tension.
Just as he was about to start filming, the truck carrying grain arrived at the warehouse door.
The key is in his hand and can't be delivered now.
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