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When Zhu Zhu saw this situation, he became excited instantly.

"What's the matter, you have an appointment tonight? You, a dog official, don't have someone outside behind Miss Jiang's back, right?"

Song Boxue ignored her and continued to fiddle with the position of the screen, trying to block the view from the other side.

Zhu Zhu simply sat up, gossiping and saying: "Quickly tell me if the girl you're dating is beautiful or not, what kind of screen are you putting here, my princess will open a private room for you, it's not stingy to do this. It's really disappointing."

Song Boxue couldn't take it anymore: "You are very experienced? It seems that I will have a good chat with Gao Zhilan after I return to Pingchuan County."

Zhu Zhu stared: "Okay, I'll shut up, don't talk nonsense to that awkward person."

She waited for so long before Gao Zhilan changed her attitude. If she lost her love because of a momentary talk/hi, she would really cry to death, okay?

Song Boxue set up the screen, but she didn't care, she was afraid that Jiang Fanyin would be shy.

What's more, she is willing and looking forward to accompany Jiang Fanyin to wait for a wedding night in the bridal chamber, so nothing will happen this night, and there is no need to spend money to open a private room.

But what should be blocked still has to be blocked. Although the last step cannot happen, what should happen cannot be less.

In the dead of night, just when Zhu Zhu was about to fall asleep again, there was finally a knock on the door.

It's not easy to watch the excitement, and you have to stay up late.

So she pretended to be asleep and didn't make any sound. It seemed that the girl she was dating was not someone else.

"Sister Jiang, is it cold?" Song Boxue opened the door, asked while covering Jiang Fanyin's hand in his own, and rubbed it gently.

The warm palm wrapped around the cold fingertips, and both of them couldn't help shivering.

"It's not cold." Jiang Fanyin smiled softly, followed Song Boxue to the bed and sat down.

When I looked up, I saw the screen that had moved its position, as if it was signaling something.

Her ears turned red, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was cold or embarrassment.

Song Boxue let go and bent down to hold Jiang Fanyin's ankle.

Jiang Fanyin subconsciously wanted to hide.

"Don't move, go to bed and keep warm."

Jiang Fanyin blushed, grasped the quilt with both hands helplessly, and did not move.

After helping Jiang Fanyin take off his shoes and socks, Song Boxue also quickly got into bed. Although there was a stove burning in the room, the bed was warmer.

The two lay face to face, breathing entangled.

Song Boxue held Jiang Fanyin's hand on his chest, carefully warming it.

"Sister Jiang, I think..."

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Fanyin raised his voice, trying to calm down, but the voice he made was soft and weak, more like an invitation of some kind.

Song Boxue curled his lips, turned over, and looked down from above.

She leaned close to Jiang Fanyin's ear and said in a low voice, "I'm thirsty, and I want to ask Sister Jiang to quench my thirst."

After saying that, Song Boxue lowered his head slightly, and put Jiang Fanyin's lips in his mouth.

The soldiers approached the city, the banners fluttered, and the city gate broke down without attacking...

Song Boxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes, gently pulling the quilt up with both hands.

The quilt covered everything, the candles in the room were flickering, and under the quilt was a dim intertwining.

"Don't--"

"Hey, I won't go in, sister Jiang, don't be afraid--"

"Well--"

After that, there was no voice, only one or two inaccurate breathing sounds, restrained and depressed.

Behind the screen a few steps away, Zhu Zhu pricked up his ears and couldn't hear anything.

She blinked, pulled the quilt to cover her head, it was so annoying, ah--

Separated by a screen, the people on one side of the bed quickly fell asleep, while the quilt on the other side kept shaking...

As the sun rose, Song Boxue leaned against the window and watched Jiang Fanyin leave the restaurant.

Thinking of what happened last night, she couldn't help but sigh, every time she could only look at the plums to quench her thirst, when can she pick the plums and taste them?

Zhu Zhu walked to the window and looked out: "You really don't have to worry about me, if you can't, let's open a private room tonight, so you won't have to worry about it."

Looking at this face of resentment, it seems that he is dissatisfied with demands.

Song Boxue withdrew his gaze and shook his head slightly: "Do you think I don't want to? It's not you. I promised Gao Zhilan to protect you."

The twelfth lunar month has not yet passed, Zhu Zhu's death is still there, she is still too kind.

When Zhu Zhu heard this, he rolled his eyes: "It's because I'm in the way. You wait, I'll give myself some medicine tonight, and I'll just sleep to death. You can just mess around and finish the job."

As for whether it is real medicine or fake medicine, hehe...

Although listening to the corner of the bed is torture, it seems to be quite wonderful to think about it.

Seeing Zhu Zhu's wild smile, Song Boxue's face darkened and he was too lazy to speak.

To be honest with this somewhat abnormal-minded Princess Pingyuan made her look like a fool.

"Go, let's get down to business."

The city of Liuping Mansion is very large, and there are many shops and vendors on both sides of the road. Because it is winter and Liuping Mansion is near the sea, there are some dried aquatic products everywhere, and vegetables and fruits are almost invisible.

Song Boxue looked all the way over, and couldn't help frowning, it's just that Pingchuan County is a poor and remote area, why is the stately city like this.

Although we rely on the sea to eat the sea, what about the days when it is not suitable for fishing.

"Why are the things in Fucheng not fancy, and they are similar to Pingchuan County."

Zhu Zhu understood the meaning of her words, so he comforted: "There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, this is not something we should worry about."

Song Boxue glanced at her and said disapprovingly, "I only know that if you are poor, you want to change."

Perhaps this is the reason why Liuping Prefecture has a vast territory but a backward economy. The reason is three words: inaction.

The inaction of those in power, every incumbent thinks that there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and does not want to plant trees for future generations, but only wants to be content with the status quo and avoid chaos.

Suddenly, Song Boxue's gaze paused, and landed on a bunch of small stalls with unclear crops.

When the old man dressed as a fisherman saw her coming, he greeted her somewhat sleepily: "Sir, do you buy red lumps? It's cheap and full."

It seemed that Song Boxue and Zhu Zhu were dressed brightly, unlike people who would buy this kind of food, and his attitude was not very enthusiastic.

Song Boxue squatted down, picked up a piece of red bump from the fisherman's mouth, and found it with a gleam in his eyes.

It is a sweet potato, a soil-adaptable and high-yield sweet potato.

Although it is small in size, it looks wild at first glance, but it is undoubtedly a sweet potato.

"Old man, did you grow these red bumps yourself? How much do you sell them for?"

When the old man saw her asking, he wanted to buy it, and his attitude suddenly warmed up: "I planed this red bump on the small island behind the village, and it can be eaten after cooking. If you buy it sincerely, you can buy it for ten coins in a bag." money."

In addition to the ones on the stall, there was also a big sack in front of the old man, which seemed to weigh nearly a hundred catties at least.

island?

Song Boxue went directly to look at the sweet potatoes in the sack. Unlike the cleaned ones on the ground, the sweet potatoes inside were all muddy, and some looked frozen.

She counted out ten copper coins from the purse and handed them to the old man: "Can I borrow a word, old man? I'm very curious about your red lump, and the price is easy to negotiate."

The old man took the money, hesitated and nodded.

He is old and can't catch fish. If he can sell some of the red bumps, he will be able to eat better during the Chinese New Year.

Through conversation, Song Boxue learned that the village where the old man lived was a small fishing village by the sea, and there was a small island nearby, and the locals often went to the island to find food because they were too poor.

After digging and digging, I accidentally found this red pimple. It is not poisonous if eaten by livestock, and people don’t care about it. As long as it can fill their stomachs, it is food. The local people don’t know what it is. Seeing that it is red in appearance, They call it "red bump".

Song Boxue asked the detailed address of Qingchu's village, and made an appointment with the old man to come the next day.

Back at the restaurant, Zhu Zhu looked at a sack of muddy red bumps, and asked in confusion, "What's the use of buying this kind of wild fruit? You don't know if you can eat it?"

Such a small one, at first glance, the output is not high.

He even explained to the old man that he would take people to the village to buy goods tomorrow, and buy as much as he could. Isn't this pure brain flooding?

Song Boxue looked at the sweet potato and smiled: "You haven't seen it before, so you don't know. Do you know grapes? These red lumps are called sweet potatoes, and a single plant can grow a bunch like grapes. What's more, what we see now is wild. Careful cultivation, one can grow so big."

She gestured for the size with her hand, and her eyes were shining with stars. This trip was finally the right one.

With this sweet potato, Pingchuan County will be saved, at least it will not make everyone worry about not being able to eat enough.

"It's so big! Is it real or not? Is this food really edible?" Zhu Zhu couldn't believe it. If it was edible, the output would be high. Regardless of the taste, at least the people would not be starved. According to Baiyue Sheji Simply a big surprise.

Song Boxue smiled without saying a word, more than a dozen ways to eat sweet potatoes flashed through his mind.

However, the planting period of sweet potatoes seems to be spring. In winter, pine trees can be planted on some hills with poor terrain. As for the flat fields, a large area of ​​sweet potatoes can be planted.

She has even drawn up the blueprint of Pingchuan County in her mind, calling on the people to plant pine trees in winter, and as long as they participate in the pine tree planting, they can get sweet potatoes for free in spring.

Coupled with some incentives to ensure that the sweet potatoes you grow can be sold, you will definitely be able to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm for planting new crops.

As for how to sell it, Song Boxue looked at Zhu Zhu with burning eyes: "The princess has been away from Beijing for a few days, do you want to be a blockbuster when you go back?"

Zhu Zhu looked at her warily: "Stop plotting against me, if you have something to say, as long as you don't break the law, this princess will help you."

This Mrs. Song has too many minds. If the two of them add up to a hundred minds, then she only has one, and the remaining 99 are Song Boxue's.

Song Boxue raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Princess, don't worry, this time is really a good thing. It's a great thing. You only need to do one thing, and it's easy for you."

With the plan in place, Song Boxue was looking forward to returning to Pingchuan County as soon as possible. When the sweet potatoes matured next year, Jiang Fanyin's father would almost be wronged. Judging from the timeline of the original book, the rebellion of the city guards should also be over.

At that time, she will be able to retire.

The next day, Song Boxue left a letter for Jiang Fanyin, and took the sweet potatoes from the small fishing village back to Pingchuan County.

After receiving the news, Gao Zhilan was waiting at the gate of the city early, but only Song Boxue was left alone.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the long line of people behind Song Boxue, pulling sacks of unknown contents, but she didn't see Zhu Zhu's shadow.

"Where's Bamboo? Why didn't she come back?"

Song Boxue knew that she was worried about Zhu Zhu's safety, so she hurriedly explained: "The princess will enter the city tomorrow, don't worry."

Moreover, she entered the city with great fanfare, entering the city as a princess.

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