Mu Qing had long heard that the desert had suffered from poor harvests in recent years. Unlike the locals who were born and raised in the current dynasty, in Mu Qing's eyes, the lives of the current dynasty's citizens were lives, and the lives of the desert's citizens were also lives; the common people were innocent. Although he did not consider himself a saint, he would naturally not refuse to save lives within his power.
In fact, he could more or less guess the reasons why the desert had launched wars in recent years. He only hoped that the war would not break out again so that the people could recuperate.
Watching the passersby and listening to the shouts rising and falling around her, Mu Qing let her mind wander and enjoy the rare tranquility.
I had some snacks on the street for lunch. They weren't fancy, but they were still quite delicious.
The Great Northern Garden of the Desert
A-Zhuang: "Thank you for your strong support, King Beiyuan. Fangcao Pavilion has already opened in major cities across the desert."
Fangcaoge operates in the desert just like it does in China, with one Fangcaoge per city and one Huimin Residence accompanying it.
The required personnel are local people from the desert, which can be considered as giving the poorest people in the desert a means of livelihood.
However, the goods sold are different. It's still a three-story building, but the second floor sells medicinal herbs, the first floor sells grain, and flowers are no longer sold. They're not good at growing flowers here; the people of the desert are forthright and live by animal husbandry. They're tall and strong, good at fighting, but not at farming.
King of Beiyuan: "Ah Zhuang, you're too kind. I should be thanking you."
Ah Zhuang: "It is the young master's kindness that is the reason. I was just following orders."
King Beiyuan: "I will definitely thank him in person when I have the chance. Please also tell your young master that the desert welcomes his arrival at any time."
A-Zhuang: "Okay."
Ah Zhuang recalled when Mu Qing first told him that she wanted to open Fangcao Pavilion in the desert. He thought the people of the desert were all cruel and didn't understand. Mu Qing told him that once he got to the desert and actually came into contact with them, he might not think that way anymore. It was just a matter of different perspectives.
The desert conditions are harsh. If both countries have the ability to be well-fed and clothed, they won't always be thinking about war, which would be good for both.
He came here with a do-or-die attitude, but to his surprise, everything went very smoothly. The people of the desert treated him with great warmth and friendliness because he was brought back by the King of Beiyuan. In his interactions with the people of the desert, he felt their simplicity and purity, as well as their heartfelt gratitude.
The grain sold at the Desert Fragrant Grass Pavilion is supplied by the Bai family, ensuring a stable supply and affordable prices. On a smaller scale, it provides food for the common people at the bottom of the desert; on a larger scale, it saves countless lives.
A surge of pride welled up within Ah Zhuang, accompanied by an even deeper respect for Mu Qing.
Mu Qing strolled around until almost nightfall before returning home. That evening, he dined with the entire Prime Minister's family. At the table, Mu Ya told her family about the news that had spread throughout the capital that day. Apart from Mu Qing, everyone else present had heard about it to some extent.
Mu Ya: "I heard that the Holy Son is incredibly handsome. I wonder if he is as good-looking as our Xiao Qing. Our Xiao Qing is getting more and more beautiful. I can't take my eyes off her."
"Mother, do you think the sacred lotus has really bloomed? Shall we go to Tianfo Temple to worship Buddha tomorrow?"
Sima Qingqing: "There must be a lot of people at the Buddhist temple these days, it's not safe."
Muya continued, "Mother, then let's bring more of the family guards with us."
"Big brother, little brother, do you want to come along?"
Mu Qi hesitated for a moment, then turned to ask, "Little brother, what do you think?"
Mu Qing: "There are too many people, let's forget about it."
Mu Qi: "Xiao Ya, don't rush. Let's wait until this storm passes before we go."
Muya whispered, "Okay then, you must come with me in a while."
Sima Qingqing said indulgently, "Okay."
The Prime Minister suddenly said, "Everyone should be careful these days and refrain from discussing the Holy Son outside."
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