Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

Just a few days before they were about to leave the Muhe tribe, Du Wei and his party finally returned to the Muhe tribe with a full truckload of goods.

This was the first time that the people of the Muhe tribe saw the caravan bring back so much goods, they were so shocked that they gathered around it.

"Ashji, are you really getting so many goods back with those things you took away?" Someone asked a young businessman who was busy counting the goods.

Ashji is the steward of the Muhe tribe's caravan, responsible for distributing the exchanged goods to everyone.

Taking advantage of the time to check the goods, Ashji replied: "That's not true! Not only that, those people from the Southern Zhou Dynasty are rushing to buy our meat floss and paper!"

Hearing this, the man showed an expression of disbelief, and after a long time said in a low voice: "Then tell me, can I also make some meat floss, and let you take it out and sell it next time?"

"Of course." Ashji nodded, "Didn't you learn how to do it from His Highness long ago? But the food you changed this year is enough to survive the winter, why don't you take a few days off?"

The man chuckled, "It's never a bad thing to save more."

"Yes." Ashji nodded.

The merchants here are busy counting the goods.Du Wei was not idle either, as soon as he came back, he ran to find Song Qingyuan.

"Your Highness, I have bought back all the soybeans you asked me to buy." Du Wei reported to Song Qingyuan the grain price of this year in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and led him to the carts of soybeans.

"The price of grain has increased a lot this year, so why haven't the prices of soybeans increased?" Song Qingyuan asked with some doubts after hearing the price.

"Your Highness, you don't know that soybeans were cheaper than they are now. That is to say, a few years ago, more people used them to make tofu, so it went up a little bit. However, the people of the Southern Zhou Dynasty did not have enough money to buy tofu in recent years. Fewer people eat, so the price has dropped again." Du Wei explained.

Song Qingyuan nodded to express his understanding.In the past few years, Emperor Hongde has been doing a lot of construction projects, and with various levies and miscellaneous taxes, whether the people can have enough to eat has become a big problem. How can they have spare money to buy tofu.

"But why does Your Highness buy so many soybeans? I can't eat them." Du Wei finally asked the question that had troubled them for several days.

At first, he thought that Song Qingyuan was using it to make tofu and other foods, but how could he use so many beans just to make tofu!

Each bag of beans in the cart was worth nearly a stone.These truckloads of beans can add up to form a small mountain!

"Why do you think I will eat it?" Song Qingyuan looked at Du Wei with a smile, "Can't I sell it?"

Buy soybeans to sell soybeans?Du Wei was a little dazed for a while, and couldn't understand the reason no matter how he thought about it.

Song Qingyuan opened the bag of soybeans in the car, grabbed a handful and looked at it carefully, and explained to the other party what he meant just now.

"Think about it, if the beef is made into meat floss and then sold, how many times will the price be doubled?"

That's what it meant.

Du Wei suddenly realized.However, beef can be made into the current meat floss, as well as the dried and dried meat that Song Qingyuan mentioned before, but what can these beans be made into?

Tofu or dried tofu?

But these are perishable foods, and there is no time to transport them to the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and the Mobei people are not used to this kind of soy products.

After he said the question in his heart, Song Qingyuan raised his hand and put the soybean back, and said with a smile, "There are so many things you can do with this soybean."

He wants to make soap, in addition to caustic soda, oil is also one of the essential raw materials.

But now, the price of animal fat is not cheap.If animal fat is used to make soap, the cost will only remain high.

Besides, animal fat is also the main source of fat for the people in Mobei, so how could he use it to make soap in large quantities.

Therefore, he focused on soybeans, a crop with high oil yield and low price.

It's just that if you only use soybeans to make soap, because the unsaturated fatty acids in soybeans are relatively high, the soap produced may be too soft and difficult to shape, but it is enough to wash wool.

As for the shaped soap, just add a little animal fat, which is more cost-effective than using all animal fat.

Moreover, the bean dregs left after soybeans are squeezed for oil also have many uses.Whether it is used as animal feed or fermented into soybean fertilizer to improve soil, it is a good choice.

As for whether it is used as fertilizer or feed, it depends on the needs in the future.

It's just that his caustic soda is still nowhere in sight.I don't know if these soybeans will come in handy before next summer.Song Qingyuan couldn't help sighing.

The chemical alkali-making method of later generations is almost impossible to realize in this age when everything is needed.

He has heard that soda ash can be extracted from plant ash.But if there was enough plant ash on the prairie, Song Qingyuan wouldn't have to spend a lot of time making soap.

If the "tri-acid and two-alkali" that is the basis of industry can be produced by him in such a simple way, it would be too outrageous.

Song Qingyuan had no choice but to comfort himself like this.

"You should be familiar with all the tribes in Mobei, right?" Putting aside his obsession with chemical alkali making, he suddenly remembered another equally important thing.

In this era, the people who are most familiar with the local customs and landforms are the businessmen who travel around all the year round.

Sure enough, Du Wei nodded confidently.

Although the magical use of soybeans is not his field of expertise.But if it comes to his familiarity with all parts of Mobei, that is his strong point.

"Does Wang Ting have any land for farming?" Song Qingyuan asked aloud.

Du Wei replied without hesitation: "Of course there is. As far as the current trees and grasslands are concerned, His Highness can surround a piece of land to cultivate. But the yield is very low. His Highness also knows that the weather in Mobei is cold, and many crops are not easy to survive. Moreover, the land is not fertile enough, even if we try to plant some cold-resistant crops, the yield is very low, so it is better to go to Nanzhou to change."

Song Qingyuan nodded, thinking: It should be more than that simple.

Then he asked Du Wei to describe it in detail, which probably can correspond to the problems of soil in later generations.

Sure enough, the land is salinized, the content of organic matter is low, and the crops are single... It can be regarded as full of five poisons.

Thinking of this, Song Qingyuan felt a little heavier on his shoulders, and patted the soybeans on the car with some sighs.

Soybeans, it's up to you now.

But it wasn't until Song Qingyuan set foot on the road to the royal court that he realized that he was still too naive before, and even dreamed of improving the land.

I saw that the soil in front of me was severely cracked and hardened, with a thin layer of hoarfrost attached to it, and it seemed that there was no vitality at all.

Radix ginseng, wolfberry, cassia seed, sand jujube, Haloxylon tree...

Just when he began to quickly search for crops that are not only resistant to drought and salt and alkali, but also have economic value and their origins, a somewhat doubtful voice came from behind him.

"What's the matter, Your Highness?"

Seeing Song Qingyuan looking at the land in front of him, his face getting more and more ugly, he even got off his horse and walked to him, asking with some doubts.

Song Qingyuan pointed to the land in front of him, and said in a heavy tone: "Is the land in Wang Ting like this?"

If you listen carefully, there is still a hint of despair in his heavy tone.

"Of course not. The land here is barren and there is no grass growing all year round, so there are no people living there." Although Lian Ti didn't know why Song Qingyuan asked this question, he still answered in as much detail as possible.

"That's good." Song Qingyuan's expression relaxed.

If Wang Ting's land is as it is now, he should take the few carts of soybeans behind him to feed the horses as soon as possible.

It may be because of the barren soil before, when Song Qingyuan saw the vast land of Wang Ting, he actually felt that the quality was not bad.

At least, you can still be saved, right?

When they were about to reach the royal city, many people rushed out.

The name of the third prince Yanyun is like the grass seeds scattered by the wind on the grassland. As early as the few months when Song Qingyuan stayed in Muhe Tribe, it had spread throughout Mobei.

In the beginning, like the people of the Muhe tribe, they all had some subtle hostility towards Song Qingyuan.But after the caravan brought several times more food than in previous years and his deeds in Muhe tribe, those so-called dissatisfaction disappeared.

The eyes cast on the city gate were full of curiosity and anticipation.

Everyone wanted to see what the rumored third prince of Yanyun looked like.

But Song Qingyuan still disappointed everyone.

Because at this time, he was wrapping in the white bear leather blanket that Lian had gifted him a few days earlier, nestling in the carriage to avoid the cold wind.

"Your Highness, it's too cold in Mobei." Jiang Duo sighed, and stuffed a freshly poured Tang Pozi into Song Qingyuan's blanket.

Calculating the time, it is almost winter in Mobei, and it is normal for it to be a bit colder.

Fortunately, to the north of the royal court was the endless Langshen Mountain, which blocked most of the cold wind blowing from the north for them.Otherwise, the temperature in the royal court will only be colder than it is now.

Song Qingyuan sighed.When he thought that he was about to conduct an in-depth inspection of the vicinity of the royal court in this kind of weather, he felt a little headache.

The people in Wang Ting didn't see Song Qingyuan, and they all scattered around in a bit of disappointment.

And Song Qingyuan's chariots and horses rumbled into King Mobei's palace amidst the crowd watching.

"Do I just live here?" Song Qingyuan, who got off the carriage, asked the servant in the palace in disbelief.

After repeated confirmations, he finally confirmed an outrageous fact:

The place where he lives is actually located in Lianti's palace.

Of course, this palace can't be compared with that prodigal palace of Emperor Hongde, but the area it occupies is not too small.

Even so, Song Qingyuan still felt a little inappropriate.

You know, apart from concubines and queens, there are only princes and princesses who can live in the palace.

Just as he was racking his brains to think about the wording of rejection, Wu Qi's cheerful voice came from behind him.

"Why is Your Highness standing here? Are you dissatisfied with the residence?" Wu Qina glanced at the servants around here, and asked with some doubts.

"This is the palace of King Mobei. I'm afraid it's not suitable for me to live here." Song Qingyuan said after considering it.

"Why isn't it appropriate?" Wu Qina obviously didn't comprehend the meaning of Song Qingyuan's words, and looked up at the building in front of him, "This palace was only repaired last year, and it is a bit more beautiful than the place where the king lives. Woolen cloth!"

Song Qingyuan gained an experience when interacting with many Mobei people in the Muhe tribe, that is, when communicating with them, don't be too tactful.

So he changed his way of expression, and said directly to Wu Qina: "I live here, I am afraid I will bump into the queen and concubines of King Mobei, and it is not in line with etiquette."

Unexpectedly, Wu Zena's expression became even more bewildered, "Our king has never had a concubine or concubine, don't you know, Your Highness?"

Song Qingyuan:? ?

Seeing Song Qingyuan's surprised look, Wu Qina scratched his head, "Why is Your Highness so surprised?"

Song Qingyuan was at a loss for words for a moment, and he didn't pay attention to Lian Ti's private life, so how did he know if he had a concubine?

What's more, people in this era generally marry early and get pregnant early.Lian Ti, as the king of a country, who would have thought that his harem would be empty?

But he couldn't explain to Wu Qina that it was because of his stereotyped impression of ancient kings, so he could only prevaricate: "I thought, at the age of King Mobei, he should already have a princess."

Wu Qina glanced at Song Qingyuan, who was the same age as their Mobei King, and said in a low tone, "Your Highness, don't you also have a wife?"

What he said made sense, but he couldn't find anything to refute for a while.

In the end, this matter ended with Song Qingyuan reluctantly moving into the palace not far from Lianti's bedroom, and Wu Qina left full of doubts.

The author says:

To round up, to have lived together (bushi);

The King of Mobei stretched out his hand to everyone confidently: Hurry up and pay the money!

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