The affairs of the inner mountain were left to the craftsmen, and the affairs of the orchard were left to the villagers. Jiang Sheng suddenly had some free time, but he felt a little uncomfortable. He carried a basket on his back and went up the mountain to collect herbs every day.
Making various medicinal powders and ointments, the days pass quickly with great bustle.
There was a rapid knock on the door, and Jiang Sheng said casually, "The door is not locked, just come in."
The old craftsman pushed open the door and came in, trotting to the front. He was so excited that he couldn't speak. After a long while, he finally uttered a few words: "It's done, it's done!"
"...What's the deal, huh? Master, you mean that?"
"Yes, that's it. Sir, come with me up the mountain and test its toughness and sharpness."
Jiang Sheng's eyes lit up when he heard this. He immediately put down the work of grinding the herbs in his hands and shouted, "Yang San, come here and grind these herbs for me. I need them when I come back."
A dark figure jumped down from the tree and said respectfully, "Yes, sir."
Two figures walked up the mountain. The old craftsman was exhausted and panting. Jiang Sheng reached out and helped him up: "Master, next time if you need anything, just ask someone to go down the mountain."
"You're old, and running up and down is so tiring. Next time you should get a rope so you can just slide down the mountain."
"...No, no need. I'm old now, and I can't stand it sliding down. It's scary."
"Haha, I'll ask someone to calm it down a bit."
Jiang Sheng and the other person entered the inner mountain and could feel the heat coming towards them. After entering the yard, the door behind them was closed. There were several long swords on the table in the yard.
He walked over, picked it up, took a look, and said softly, "The color looks a little whiter than the iron, but it's different from the white of Donglin. It's very special."
"If you don't look closely, you can't see much difference."
The old craftsman nodded, stroked his beard and smiled: "Yes, but this purity is enough. If you want it to be purer, I will try again next time."
"Sir, try it and see how sharp it is."
"good."
The two men each held a weapon and attacked each other. The moment the weapons touched, Jiang Sheng immediately felt the toughness.
With a snap, the weapon in the opponent's hand broke.
Everyone: “……!!”
The old craftsman clapped his hands and said happily, "Yes, that's exactly what we need. Young Master, you've figured it out. This new weapon is now stronger than the old one, but weaker than Donglin's Crescent Blade."
"If we were to face Donglin, we might not be very effective, but if we were to face other countries, we would be invincible."
"Although the quantity is a little small at the moment, it's not a big problem. We can forge more in the future, and it will naturally increase over time."
Jiang Sheng nodded with satisfaction, stroking his weapon with his fingers.
"Okay, there will be a big reward. Forge more before the New Year. I will bring them back to the Northern Wilderness for my brother."
"I'll have the snow lotus that Master Chef wants delivered tomorrow. If you need it, I'll have it delivered to your granddaughter to save you the trouble of running back and forth."
The old craftsman nodded with a smile on his face.
"Okay, then I'll have to trouble you, sir. Please bring the letter back with you and have the girl write back to me."
Jiang Sheng nodded and quickly led his men down the mountain.
"The potatoes are almost ready for harvest. I wonder if my brother is busy. Yang Er, have the spy send a letter back. Be careful with the storage of potatoes. If they start to turn green or sprout, they are poisonous and cannot be eaten."
"Yes, sir."
After returning to the courtyard, he quickly wrote and drew a few small pictures. In the pictures, there was a person standing with a mountain of food in front of him and an exaggerated expression on his face.
He believed that his brother would understand that his space was about to run out of food, so he quickly arranged for someone to come and transport the food back.
After thinking about it, he drew a sword in the little man's hand. The color was black with a little silver, which looked very interesting.
Jiang Sheng put it in an envelope and asked Yang Er to deliver it to the spy.
Two days later, in the study room of Beihuang City, Jiang Ling opened the letter and read it through with a smile on his face: "Everyone, have you understood? Here are the things you need to pay attention to when harvesting potatoes."
"It's best to slice it and dry it in the sun for long-term storage. If slicing is not possible, you can just store it in the cellar, but make sure it doesn't turn green or sprout."
"If someone is really poisoned, they should be given fecal fluid to induce vomiting and then drink plenty of warm water to dilute the toxin. We must ensure that the people understand the seriousness of the situation."
The staff nodded and said, "Yes, Master. But instead of going through all this trouble, why not have the blacksmith make something that can quickly slice the potatoes and dry them for preservation?"
"Yes, we can also ask people to see if we can preserve the potatoes by turning them into flour. Wouldn't that make them easier to store?"
Jiang Ling nodded in agreement and said, "That's fine. We can also gather people's ideas. Whoever can come up with a better storage method will be rewarded with silver, and the amount will be proportional to the difficulty."
"Yes, young master. Let's get busy then."
"Well, let's all go down. Thank you for your hard work."
"You are too polite, my Lord. This is what we should do. The Northern Wasteland is getting better and better these days. There is the Silver Road as a trade route, and the four great families are also moving very fast."
"In this way, within three years, the Northern Wasteland will become a true sacred paradise, and the people will live a better life."
Everyone left talking and laughing. Jiang Ling turned around and looked at the pictures in the corner and chuckled softly.
His eyes fell on the long sword in the villain's hand and he raised an eyebrow: "Why do the colors of these swords look so... similar?"
Seeing his son's puzzled expression, Jiang Baichuan took the letter and opened it to read, frowning slightly: "Old Third, this child is so old, why does he still like to be so naughty?"
"What is this painting about? There is so much food in front of me. If the people had so much food, how could anyone starve to death in the cold winter?"
"This doesn't look like a potato. Did you see that, eldest brother? What does this mean, third brother?"
Jiang Ling's eyes flickered, and she didn't intend to confess the matter of the space. The fewer people knew about it, the safer it would be for San'er.
"Haha, Dad, you're overthinking it. This is the little code we agreed on to prevent someone from swapping letters. I naturally know San'er's painting habits."
"I don't mean anything else. Go ahead and do your work, Dad."
Jiang Baichuan looked at his eldest son suspiciously, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it for a while. Could it be a little secret between them as brothers? Forget it, he had a lot of things to do.
After everyone left, Jiang Ling privately arranged for someone to go get the food. He tapped the sword in the little man's hand with his fingertips and murmured, "This sword really looks like it belongs to the Donglin Kingdom."
"Could it be that San'er has figured it out? If he can really figure out the Crescent Moon Blade, then he won't have to fear anyone in the future."
The letter was placed on a candle and lit. It was enough for him to know about this matter. No one else could know about it. I would wait until San'er came back for the New Year and then ask him in detail.
After Jiang Ling finished his business, he went straight out of the house and went outside the city. Potato harvesting was the top priority, so he naturally had to keep a close eye on it.
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