Otherwise, even if you grow them, it would be a problem if you couldn't sell them.
Mu Yi'an had said everything she could; as for the choice, that was none of her business. As an ordinary citizen, this was all she could do.
"Thank you, Madam Jiang. I thank you on behalf of the soldiers and people of the Northwest."
Whether this succeeds or fails, I want to thank you.
Mr. Liang was surprised that things went so smoothly; Mrs. Jiang had just handed over the watermelon cultivation to someone else.
“Mr. Liang, we admire the soldiers who defend our country. However, there is not much we can do. We do not seek merit but only to avoid mistakes; we are just ordinary people.”
Mu Yi'an didn't know who was in charge of the Northwest Army or whether there were any factions.
They didn't want to get involved in the TV dramas and movies they had seen before, such as the struggle for the throne among the nine princes.
Having been given a second chance at life, whether it's real or just a fleeting dream, they cherish their lives immensely.
"Headmaster, Mr. Liang, my wife is timid and just wants to live her own little life."
Please forgive me if I have offended you.
Mu Yi'an was unaware, but Jiang Shuyun understood that the headmaster was the key to the matter.
"I understand, we are also people who value our lives."
Whether this succeeds or fails, it won't be done in private. It concerns the border and requires approval from above. Don't worry, you won't be involved.
The headmaster knew what the couple was thinking. He also wanted a peaceful life and wouldn't cause any trouble. Otherwise, he wouldn't have retired back then.
Mr. Liang understood that the landlord and his wife were afraid of getting involved in the court's troubles.
No wonder he passed the imperial examination but didn't enter officialdom; instead, he came here to teach.
It seems that this person understands himself well and is willing to give up the wealth and honor he has gained.
With the headmaster's assurance, Mu Yi'an felt at ease.
She remembered something else, something very important.
"Mr. Liang, is cotton grown in the Northwest?"
"We do plant it, but the yield is low and not enough for the local people and the army."
However, cotton is an essential commodity in the Northwest due to its climate.
Mu Yi'an didn't say anything more. She greeted the others, bowed, and left.
Jiang Shuyun pondered Yi An's last question, lost in thought, but said nothing, deciding to ask again when she got home that evening.
Jiang Shuyun led the group to the pond to fish and chat.
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