After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 234 He Lingchuan's Shop
A little snow fell on He Chunhua's shoulders, and a small piece of dead branch was sandwiched between He Yue's cloak. It was obvious that he had walked a long distance.He Lingchuan waited until the two approached before asking: "Father, second child, why don't you two come back by car?" It was freezing cold.

"Take a walk, it's time to rest." He Chunhua let out a breath of white steam, "Also clear your head."

His face was too haggard for a well-trained official.He Lingchuan found that He Yue had dark circles and bloodshot eyes.

"What's wrong with you boy, you got up in the middle of the night to steal chickens?" He accompanied the two of them to the house.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but there was an unspeakable tacit understanding between the two, but it was broken as soon as He Lingchuan stood between them.

"In the past few nights, I have been auditing the account books all night." He Yue yawned, "I have to audit the farmland tonight, and the situation is not optimistic."

Both the father and the son were wilted like frost-beaten eggplants, and He Lingchuan was quite ashamed to be alive and well.

"What kind of pessimistic approach?"

"The villages in Xiazhou are distributed in five counties, and the number I got is eight villages in total." He Yue frowned, "That's too little, my father found me the original booklet from 45 years ago, and Xiazhou was clearly written on it The total number of villages is twenty!"

He looked at his father with a bit of admiration, and this kind of hidden original data can be found.

He Chunhua coughed lightly: "I found someone to get it."

He does not fight unprepared battles.

He Yue saw He Lingchuan counting with his fingers, and kindly explained, "Each village is 45 hectares, that is to say, [-] hectares have been lost in [-] years!"

Tuntian is one of the public fields. It was originally an unowned wasteland controlled by the state. Later, the local unified organization of soldiers or civilians cultivated it to harvest food for military supplies.

The He family all had experience in war, and they knew the reason why the army moved ahead with food and grass, transporting food for thousands of miles and eating [-]% of their own food.Now that Xiazhou has become the front line, the government must pay attention to the food supply.The production and delivery of grain here can greatly shorten the time and save the loss during transportation.

But more than half of the farmland in Xiazhou has been reduced. What does this mean?
He Lingchuan snorted: "Have you been invaded again?"

"Well, after so many years of collusion between the officials and the gentry, they have sold all the farmland as private land." He Yue rubbed his eyes, "It's another bad debt, and we have to hurry up and find them out today and tomorrow."

"Do you dare to sell it in Tuntian?" He Lingchuan gave a thumbs up, "It's amazing."

"The previous state capitals had borrowed money from wealthy gentry and noble families. When the year was not good, the unpaid part was paid for by farmland." He Yue checked the accounts in the past few days, from the initial shock to now only numbness, "Of course, that's just one of the reasons."

He Lingchuan saw that the two of them looked sleepy but bright in their eyes, and couldn't help but said: "Father, what do you think I can do?"

"I was going to ask you." He Chunhua looked him up and down, "Have you made a breakthrough again?"

"Yes."

He Yue's eyes were full of envy: "Brother, you are unreasonable. You only broke through once when the Emperor's blood flowed down, and now..."

"Where has there ever been a word of fairness in this world?" He Lingchuan laughed, "My big sword has long been hungry and thirsty. Next time there is a big battle, I must play!"

"You have a lot of opportunities." He Chunhua also smiled, "After straightening out the mess of Dunyu, I want to tour Xiazhou, especially to take care of the northern front. You can go with me."

As the general manager of Xiazhou, he must investigate Panshun's customs, customs, officials, and public opinion in various parts of the state.Especially now that the dark clouds of war are shrouded, it is even more necessary for the new general manager to patrol around to reassure people.

He Lingchuan clenched his fist and said with a crackling sound, "Okay."

He Chunhua smiled and said: "In a few days, I will send you a mission first."

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Dreaming back to Panlong City, the small courtyard of the wooden house was covered with snow on his calf, and He Lingchuan felt resistance even when he pushed the door.

He picked up a broom, piled the thick snow into a corner, and started practicing martial arts.

Eighty percent of the presents that had piled up into a hill disappeared, and the rest were neatly arranged in the kitchen, and the last two jars were placed next to the water tank.

This should be Sun Fuling's handwriting.She promised that she would help him donate the mountains of thank-you gifts—if it wasn't for her, it would be for the kid who stole the firewood to evacuate it.

He Lingchuan called twice, but there was no response from the next door, and she seemed to have gone out again.

But every time the wind blows, there is always the delicate sound of dinglingling.He Lingchuan leaned over the wall and saw that Sun Fuling's yard was simpler and more empty than his. There was nothing but a chair and a ladder, but there was a string of wind chimes made of shells hanging under the eaves.

The colorful shells picked from nowhere, each piece is polished smooth and round, and when the wind blows, they are knocked together, which is particularly pleasing to the ear.

He Lingchuan recognized that this was one of the thank-you gifts from the people of Panlong City, and it seemed that it was left behind by Sun Fuling himself.

But her yard was covered with more snow, and it looked like she hadn't been home for at least the past three or four days.

Maybe she lives elsewhere?
He Lingchuan shrugged, and withdrew his mind to practice martial arts seriously.The focus of today's practice is the hook rope. He also bought a set in Panlong City. Of course it is not a magic weapon, and it is not as easy to use as Li Fubo's handmade one.

The initial goal is to shoot down the branches of the jujube tree, and it is necessary to hit whichever branch is the one.

He had a hunch that this thing would be of great use in the future, and he had to practice it as soon as possible.

Speaking of which, he has more and more skills to practice, and he feels that there is not enough time to practice day and night.

The feel of the rope is completely different from that of knives and bows, and it is soft and not easy to bear.He Lingchuan had only practiced a few times, and the hook head was hanging on the tree branch, and he couldn't even pull it off.

At this time, footsteps came from outside.

The footsteps stopped at the door of his house, and then a letter was stuffed under the courtyard door.

Then, the man left again.

He Lingchuan picked it up and saw that it was an official letter stamped with wax.

It turned out that the Pengcheng Department urged him to close the shop.

Last time he exchanged all the rewards for a shop on Panlong Main Street, and then forgot about it.There are still a lot of sundries in the shop, and he needs to clean it up before renting it out.

He Lingchuan has been very busy, but the Pengcheng Department does not intend to let him procrastinate.The shops on the main street of Panlong are golden chickens that lay eggs, so the management is very strict.

The shops are all owned by Panlong City, and he only has the right to lease them.Officials urged him to open quickly, so he had no choice but to open quickly.

With no other choice, He Lingchuan had no choice but to find out the key to the shop, took a donkey cart and headed for the main street.

In fact, the main street of Panlong City is a standard "ten" shape, and the south is Wanglin Street, which is where He Lingchuan's shop is located.

Unexpectedly, it has not reached the corner at the end of the street. Although the store is small and the wooden door is closed, there are many pedestrians in front of the door, and the traffic is considerable.

With a store like this, everything is easy to sell, right?
There was actually a guard standing by the door. Seeing him take out the key, he took two steps back and made a "please" gesture.

He Lingchuan also saw a yellow seal on the door.

He had to ask the guard: "Excuse me, what's going on?"

"There are always people who want to break in illegally." Seeing that he had lifted the seal, the patrolman immediately said, "From now on, this shop is yours to manage."

The task was completed, he turned his heels, called it a day, and left.

He Lingchuan looked at his back and shook his head, unlocked and opened the door.

"Squeak", as soon as the two doors opened, gray mold came oncoming.

He Lingchuan couldn't help but coughed twice, and used the Wind Summoning Art to blow away the haze.

He heard that this place used to be an antique store and a grocery store. He walked in and saw that there were unfinished pieces everywhere, the furniture was crumbling, and there was a thick layer of dust everywhere.

There are a few footprints on the ground, obviously someone visited here not long ago, no wonder there are guards at the door.

He Lingchuan covered his mouth and nose with a towel, and flipped through it casually, but he didn't see a single valuable thing.

The most expensive thing in the audience may be the mahogany eight-treasure cabinet and chairs hidden in the middle, probably because the store moved it in a hurry and forgot it here.

I'm afraid these things are not important at all, the key lies in the store itself.

Just as he was disgusted, two mice jumped off the eight-treasure cabinet with a squeak, slipped by the wall, and fled out of the shop in a hurry.

It has been closed here for a long time, and even the mice have come to make their nests.

They fled quickly, but knocked down a basket.A few things inside fell to the ground.

He Lingchuan saw that there were several books.

Most of them are storybooks, two of which are myths and monsters, and the other five are bedtime action literature, with bold and uninhibited words and sentences, and illustrations. He Lingchuan, who is so cheeky, would be heartbroken to read them.

This kind of harmful thing can't be left behind, take it back.

Food, sex, sex, people's great desires, it is not surprising that grocery stores sell such things, maybe they were the best sellers in the past.

In addition, there is a map and a thin booklet.

The map shows the eastern part of the Panlong Wasteland, and the drawing is rough. It only points out a few main roads in the eastern part and a few important geographical landmarks, such as the Ghost Needle Stone Forest.It was also the first time for He Lingchuan to see the whole Chipa Plateau.

This is probably what a business traveler who travels the wasteland will need.

As for the last thin booklet, He Lingchuan picked it up and took a look. It said "Hundred Fragrance Collection" on the cover.

He thought it was the slander of literati or moaning without illness, but when he opened it, it was not.This is actually a complete introduction and preparation of edible spices.

However, this booklet is full of wormholes, and there is a lot of dust when it is turned over. It smells old and musty.

But it is full of pictures and texts.

For example, the spices that He Lingchuan is already familiar with in another world, such as cardamom and angelica, are not only clearly described in the brochure, but also have pictures to help people identify them.He Lingchuan can only say that this painting skill belongs to the level of soul painters, but the author's intentions are good after all.

The most valuable part lies in the second half, which describes in detail the various combinations and preparations of spices, as well as their effects and application scenarios.

Isn't this, isn't this...?He Lingchuan's eyes sparkled, and he put it away without hesitation.

In all fairness, it is useless for ordinary residents to get this booklet. They cook very simple seasonings. It is good to have salt, but it is a bit extravagant to have soy sauce. It is impossible to make these complicated seasonings.

But could Young Master He be an ordinary person?
It seems that the grocery store is not full of garbage, at least he found a treasure.

At this time, the light at the door dimmed, and someone came in.

(End of this chapter)