I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

There was no one else in the small courtyard, and Wenjia finally stood up with his hands on the ground. During this time, Luo Qianhuai just looked at him coldly, showing no intention of stepping forward to help.

"Yin Yin, my cousin is doing this for your own good. That Young Master Tao Qi is indeed not a good match for you..."

Luo Qianhuai interrupted him calmly: "Cousin Jia, you are five years older than me, so you should be sensible, but why are you still acting so recklessly? Do you know that if I hadn't happened to bump into you that day, you would have You died in the belly of a leopard a long time ago? Although your death is not a pity, how can you make your grandparents and uncle and aunt feel embarrassed?"

Wen Jia had regretted so much that his intestines were green: "I didn't expect that I would be harmed by a brother I have known for many years - I will get this debt back from him sooner or later!"

Luo Qianhuai had long heard that except for the guests at Zuijin Cave that night, all the waiters and maids, including the amazing dancing lady Rong, were all rebels with ulterior motives. They blatantly resisted arrest and had been slaughtered. So the so-called brother that Wen Jia talked about might have followed the wave into hell.

Luo Qianhuai was too lazy to listen to his fierce oath and said to himself: "Today I came to see Cousin Jia just to ask you about your future plans. If you are willing to make a legitimate living, I can provide money and help, and you will become rich." I dare not say it, but I think it will ensure your health for the rest of your life."

This was something she had been thinking about. With a system in place, you can easily find a way to make money.

Not to mention anything else, the Champa rice seeds obtained earlier will need to be purchased on land to raise seedlings and sown in the spring. Then, through generations of optimized seed selection, the planting scale will be gradually expanded, and then promoted step by step.

This matter may seem ordinary, but in the long run it is a major event that benefits the country and the people. Luo Qianhuai came from her previous life, and her style and vision were different from those of ordinary young ladies. She was well aware of the importance of double- or even triple-cropping rice to farming society, so she always cared about it.

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible. If everyone has enough to eat and drink, society will naturally be stable, and she can live and work in peace and contentment in it.

It's just that she is usually busy practicing medicine, and the number of people available is extremely limited. Mr. Mo has many people under his command, but his identity is complicated and unspeakable. Entrusting this matter to him may not only fail to benefit the people, but may instead become a tool for the other party to seek personal gain and win people's hearts.

So after much thought, Wen Jia was a suitable candidate. It's just that he used to have an impetuous temperament and was very happy with his achievements. Luo Qianhuai was really worried about it, so he was ready to try other livelihoods first. If he could really calm down and do things in a down-to-earth manner, it would not be too late to entrust him with important tasks.

Unexpectedly, Wenjia is still a person who has the temperament to go all the way to death, and has no interest in doing any serious business.

"Yin Yin, you must have heard about it. This time, my brother was just trying to practice martial arts, and he suffered such a big loss just now. When I was locked up in the dungeon, I thought that if I could get out alive, it would mean that I had passed through the heavens. Given the test, you will definitely achieve great things in the future.”

Well, she had a high opinion of this cheap cousin. Luo Qianhuai frowned, thinking that the candidate for cultivating Zhancheng rice would have to be found elsewhere.

"Cousin Jia," she said, "If my cousin insists on practicing martial arts, I can help you introduce him..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Wen Jia. He raised his chin high, his face bright and cheerful: "No need, I've already thought of a place to go."

"Before, I was thinking too much and only wanted to enjoy my life by fighting swords in the world. But after the guidance of Shaoxia Lan, I have now woken up from a dream: a real man should protect his family and country, eat the meat of Huns when hungry, and drink the blood of Huns with laughter. , just live up to this great head..."

His expression and tone fell into Luo Qianhuai's eyes, and they felt inexplicably familiar.

That's right, weren't the three heroes of Changshan who had done something to her when they first entered Changling happily went to Shuofang to join the army after being deceived by someone?

"Well, although you are right, swords and guns are blind on the battlefield, and the cruelty is far beyond your imagination." Luo Qianhuai persuaded dryly: "Have you really thought about it? In fact, you want to do something To develop your ambitions, you don’t have to go to the battlefield and fight for your life with one knife or another.”

If we can really promote the cultivation of high-quality rice seeds, it will benefit generations of people. Maybe we can be famous for generations, which is much better than joining the army.

"Yinyin, you don't need to worry about brother Wei." Wen Jia was full of confidence: "Young Master Lan said that Master Jieyou has a familiar general in Shuofang, and he will take more care of brother Wei when the time comes. I think that brother's current skills, although He may not be ranked high in the martial arts world, but he is pretty good at the border. Given time, he will definitely be able to stand out."

Okay, anyway, adult men in Dayu have to serve in the military. But many families who are still living a decent life will pay someone to do the work for them, and it doesn't cost much money. Each person only needs 300 pieces of five plants per year.

Changling is a big city. Even if Wen Pu only works as a wandering doctor here, he will save more than 600 five-plant coins a year. Therefore, Wen Jia has not participated in the military service since he became an adult.

Luo Qianhuai knew that Mr. Mo acted in a measured manner, and since he said it through Wei Lan's mouth, he must have made comprehensive arrangements.

"Joining the army is not a trivial matter. My cousin should inform his parents and elders to get permission."

"You don't need to worry about it anymore. You have forgotten that my eldest father did a lot of work back then. After the Battle of Zhenghe, he was given money to return home. If I mention this matter, he will definitely support me strongly."

"Forget it." Luo Qianhuai didn't want to worry about it anymore. He thought for a moment and lowered his voice and said: "The relationship between me and Mr. Jieyou is not what my cousin thought. That's all before. I don't want to hear anything about it in the future. Rumor has it."

Wen Jia looked at her in surprise, not finding any shyness on her face, and couldn't help but wonder: "Is it possible that you really have a crush on that Tao Qibucheng? But you were hugged like that that night. It’s on fire…”

"Shut up!" Luo Qianhuai was extremely angry. She finally understood that this cousin was an ignorant fool and she couldn't have a normal conversation with him.

"Since my cousin wants to join the army, he must have some equipment, right?" She changed her approach.

Nowadays, when ordinary people join the army, they bring their own equipment. Those who are rich can bring their own leather armor, swords and even horses. Those who have no money can only wear cloth armor and use the issued weapons.

Nowadays, weapons and armor are not cheap, and the little money Wen Jia has is simply not enough. Hearing what Luo Qianhuai said, his eyes instantly lit up.

Luo Qianhuai successfully sealed Wenjia's mouth with a set of good armor, a helmet, a long sword of hundred-refined iron, and two cakes of gold.

He is the only child of the Wen family. If he really wants to go to the battlefield, Luo Qianhuai will have to find ways to protect his life without looking at the monk's face or the Buddha's face. It is not a loss.