In the years of ancient traders

The cotton should be carefully trimmed, and each tree is about the same height, about slightly shorter than an adult.The branches and leaves above have been trimmed cleanly, so from a distance, it will be a continuous white.

There is a large platform in the middle of the lake, surrounded by water on three sides. The young servant took Song Shu and the others to go boating on the lake.There are several long tables on the platform, and the participating young men and women stand behind the tables, writing and drawing.

Xie Wan stood behind the best table in the middle.

Shen Qing was not far behind her, holding up a pen, but he didn't know what he was looking at, and he was fascinated by it.

As expected, there were not many people invited by Shen Qing today, most of them were from the flower viewing banquet last time, other than that, it was Yin Heng.

He was obviously only in his early twenties, but standing among a bunch of unmarried teenagers, he looked a little old.Song Shu knew him well, so naturally he had to exchange some pleasantries.The garden belonged to Yin's family, so Song Shu asked about cotton.

"The white chrysalis has been planted here with its front turned upside down, but it is only for people to enjoy. It is said that it can also be used for weaving. But there are many white chrysalis seeds in each flower, which is very troublesome to peel off. A neat girl can only get one basket a day." Yin Heng said.

Unexpectedly, he, the dignified and dignified son of the Jiedu envoy, actually has some research on this little cotton.Song Shu had a higher opinion of this young master Yin.

These are all things Yin Heng said, and this is also a major reason why cotton has been introduced to China for a long time, but it has not been developed for a long time.However, this is not an obstacle for Song Shu.

"It doesn't matter if you can weave or not. My family just arrived in Hengzhou, and there are no flowers and plants to enjoy in the house. I wonder if you can sell me a few of your white stacked flowers." Song Shu said.

Cotton is a good thing. It can be used to make cotton blankets, spin cotton threads, weave cotton cloth, and make cotton armor.The cost of growing cotton is also much lower than raising silkworms. If you can plant large areas and set up a cotton processing factory, the profits will be terrible.

It's just that he didn't want the young master Jiedushi to participate, so he only said it was for fun.Now he is not the poor and poor farmer in the past. He can do this cotton business with his own capital alone.

Yin Heng didn't know what Song Shu's plan was, but he didn't really believe in the theory of appreciation.

As far as he knows, although this Song Silang has some extravagant problems, such as having to eat three meals a day, preferring to take a car instead of walking, but he is still pragmatic, and he makes a lot of fun with a bunch of white flowers from the royal garden and puts them in his home. , this is not like his style.

If this white stack of flowers can help him earn some money, it is possible.It's just that weaving this thing is too troublesome, and it can't make much money, otherwise I would have started it by myself.

Or, does he have a good way to process white flocks?

"It's just a few flowers, and it's not a cut-off. It's just that this thing has been in the royal forest for a long time, and it's considered a precious thing. At this price..." Yin Heng wanted to see what Song Silang would do with these white flowers. Folding flowers, it just so happens that the Yicheng Army's military expenses are tight, so let him make up for it.

Yin Heng was quick to sell, but Song Shu's heart ached when he asked for a price.But he was very clever. Although the price would hurt Song Shu, it would not be impossible to pay.

It seems that this person has a good understanding of the industry he owns.

Song Shu chatted with him for a long time, and in the end, he bought half of his garden of jasmine flowers.

On the night when the poetry and painting meeting ended, Song Shu sent people to pick it.

There were too many flowers, and of course they couldn't pick them all in one night. Yin Heng didn't even have any family background, so he even arranged a room in the royal garden for Song Shu's workers to live in.

"Song Silang laughed. My family has no intention of taking care of the garden after taking it. The servants in it have left early. This yard was probably used by some concubine before. It was repaired very carefully. Let your people lay a floor here. Well, save the trouble of going back and forth." Yin Heng said.

These few rooms are really well repaired, and the inside is fairly clean. Yin Heng asked someone to find sheets and bedding from the warehouse. After all, they are royal things, and they can be used after a little tidying up.

Some of the workers brought by Song Shu came from Xianghe Village, and many from Siping Village, Wu'an Village, Liuhe Village and other places. No matter where they were, they were ordinary civilians. Entering this finely trimmed concubine's palace, one can't even speak.

"This... is it really possible to live here?" Won't he be beheaded?a worker asked tremblingly.

He is a local, so he naturally knows where this is.

When he was a child, people from the royal family often came to this garden to escape the summer heat, and the battle was huge, but people like them, let alone coming in, even if they took a look at the royal guard of honor, they might lose their heads!

"Everyone, stay at ease, this is my Yin family's place now, no one dares to gossip." Yin Heng said, when he spoke loudly to the workers, he really showed a bit of the majesty of the eldest son of Jiedushi's family.

Seeing what Yin Heng said, the workers gradually let go of their courage.

"This is the palace of the royal family!"

"Young Master Yin said just now that Concubine Chong lives in it. Oh my goodness, I can live in a house like this anytime."

"Don't dream, letting you sleep here for one night is already a virtue of your ancestors."

"Stop babbling, Mr. Yin's people have already brought the quilt, go out with me to get it, this thing needs to be dusted before it can be used." Someone said, and a group of people followed him They went to get the quilts, and some others went to fetch water, intending to clean the floor of the hall so that they can sleep at night with peace of mind.

Song Shu wanted to fall asleep here too, but was taken to another place by Yin Heng.

"Where is this place?" The building in this hall is higher than the one just now. Although all the decorations inside have been removed, judging by the style of the pillars in the hall, this is not an idle place.

"This is the emperor's bedroom." Yin Heng wrote lightly.

This time, even Song Shu had a tachycardia.

"You rest here, and my people and I are also resting in a nearby house, so don't worry about safety." Yin Heng said, "No Xiao Xiao will dare to come in."

Song Shu looked at Xiu Jinlong's bed curtain and nodded stiffly.

Yin Heng left, and Song Shu walked around the hall. It was quite clean, probably Yin's house would still be cleaned regularly, and the plants and flowers in the garden must be taken care of, but not as often as before. Special care only.

The dragon bed was a little higher than the ground, and Song Shu sat on it, it was hard.

The poor emperor doesn't even have a soft bed.

Song Shu took out a Simmons mattress from the space, replaced Xiu Jinlong's quilt with a silk quilt from his space, and replaced the pillow with a latex pillow, and then lay down with peace of mind.

squeak-

what sound?

Song Shu jumped up from the bed.

"Who?" he asked warily.

With a flash of thought, all the things that shouldn't be here have all entered the space.

"Me." A strong arm lifted the bed curtain.

With a bit of moonlight coming in, Song Shu saw that Song Anan was standing by the bed, looking at him.

"How did you get in?" Song Shu was surprised.Didn't Yin Heng say that no one can get in?

Song Anan snorted softly, a little disdainful.

It seems to look down on the security mechanism here.

"Did you tell Miss San when you went out?" Song Shu asked.

Song Anan passed him and crawled to the other side of the bed: "I said so."

The things that were put in just now have been taken out again, Song Anan tried the softness under the buttocks, yes, it is more comfortable than the brown tied bed.

Tried the latex pillow again.

This is also good.

He was used to the silk quilt, but the cotton quilt was still much more comfortable than the one he used now.

"How did you find this place?" Song Shu asked again.

"Stroll around." Song Anan said.

With his elder brother's personality, if he wanted to stay in the royal garden, he would have to sleep on the emperor's couch anyway, and he must be looking for the tallest and most majestic palaces.

Song Anan got into bed and lay down.

"Why are you here?" Song Shu sat next to him with a complicated expression on his face.

"Sleep." Song Anan said.

Song Shu: "..."

Dare he come to sleep with him after running such a long distance in the middle of the night?

But it's true, last time Anan didn't go home at night, he was very worried, now it's his turn not to go back, Anan must be worried too.

After a busy day today, Song Shu turned over, kicked off the thin quilt, and soon fell asleep.

Song Anan pulled up the quilt for him, put it on his stomach, and turned around to sleep.

When Song Shu opened his eyes the next day, Song Anan was gone.

Yin Heng's so-called dare to come without Xiaoxiao is really useless to Song Anan.I don't know what background this Anan is, his kung fu is so good, even the soldiers around Yin Heng are unaware.

After the cotton was picked, Song Shu and Yin Heng also got both money and goods.

Afterwards, he pulled Yan Zhuo and hurried back to Xianghe Village.

The processes of peeling cotton seeds, bouncing cotton wool, rolling cotton sliver, spinning cotton thread, and weaving cotton cloth have to be improved.Not only the cotton gin for peeling cotton seeds, but also the longbow for playing cotton, the spinning wheel for spinning cotton thread, the loom for weaving cotton cloth, etc., all of which need to be designed and manufactured.

He has a lot of information about cotton weaving on hand, but it can't be done in a short while. He still needs to go back and discuss with the masters in the carpenter's workshop before he can determine the plan.

As for bringing Yan Zhuo, it is because the masters in the carpenter's workshop mostly rely on experience, and Yan Zhuo's greatest advantage is that he can quantify his experience.

With accurate design drawings, even without these skilled workers, it would not be difficult for Song Shu to develop another assembly line for manufacturing machines.

It was a coincidence that I went back this time, catching up with the spring wheat harvest.

Song Shu, the corn seed, had been improved last year, but the wheat had not been moved. He was busy with other things when the winter wheat was planted, so he had to plant another batch of wheat in the spring, and the harvest had already been harvested.

Unsurprisingly, the Song family's wheat production once again shocked Shili Baxiang.

But this time, everyone also had experience, and urged Song Shu to hold an auction that day, and they all paid for it, dividing up the Song family's wheat.

"Song Silang, how did your land grow? Is there any secret recipe?"

"Yes, yes, don't hide it, and tell everyone to listen."

"Is Song Silang a Tibetan? People say that if there is no one, there will be none. Most of the people in his house are in school to help take care of it. Didn't you know the secret recipe a long time ago?"

"But the output is too scary."

Fortunately, someone spoke for him, Song Shu really didn't dare to dwell on this issue, and hastily changed the subject.

"I got a lot of white cassava in Hengzhou, and I just wait for the next spring to sow, but my family's field is definitely not enough. If you are willing to plant some, you will definitely pay a high price after receiving the goods."

Hearing that Song Shu had acquired something new, the villagers were also very curious.

Last time he got chili, he tossed out of the hot pot restaurant, this time, he didn't know what would happen.

Song Shu talked about the benefits of cotton, especially its ability to keep out the cold. It is much better than kapok, and it is lighter and easier to wear.

After listening to his explanation, the villagers are also very interested in the white fringe flower.This kind of cold-proof product is still very popular among them. Just look at the good sales of kapok last time.

At that moment, several families expressed that Song Shu could be planted for them at that time.

After that, Song Shu spent more than ten days looking through almost all the information about cotton that he could find in his space, and discussed the details of weaving cotton with Master Peng and the others. Finally, with the help of Yan Zhuo Next, several designs of equipment for cotton processing were finalized.

After finishing all this, Song Shu returned to Hengzhou City.

During the time he was away, the workshop in Hengzhou was running well, and Sanniang managed it more and more smoothly.

In addition, the renovation project on the other side of the gambling house has also started, and Song Anan often goes over to watch.There were two shop fronts outside that had been repaired almost, so Song Shu discussed with Song He that next time he returned to Xianghe Village, he would bring some silk quilts and paper to sell.

The restaurants outside the workshops on the outskirts of the city are also as lively as ever, because their dishes are delicious, and many small stalls and restaurants compete to imitate them. At the beginning, they were a little confused, but soon there were several restaurants that were comparable to Songji restaurants. , although not all of them, it can attract a group of guests.

All these dishes have to use oil, and the market for soybean oil in the Song family workshop has also expanded a lot.

Song Shu went to the soybean oil factory that day, and happened to have a batch to be shipped.

"These two orders are going to the west of the city. One order goes to the east of the city, and the other three orders go to the north of the city. Those in the southwest corner don't need to be delivered door-to-door. Just let them know and let them come to the south gate to pick them up..." Pang Liulang held a list He ordered them one by one, but the destination of the last order made him a little worried.

This order was for the military camp, forty miles to the north of the city, if you rushed there at full speed, there would be more than enough time, but if you wanted to send these to the city, it would be too late.

The order from the military camp was not unusual, so he should have been keeping an eye on it, but after a while, he made an appointment with another client to discuss business, and he couldn't leave at all.

Pang Liulang walked around among the people in the square, and finally found Song Shu.

When Song Shu heard this, he happened to have an empty hand, so he could go there so that he could take a look at what the Yicheng Army's barracks looked like.

"This is really great." Pang Liulang said, "Yuan Duwei from the Northern Camp has ordered another [-] altars this time. I heard that their camp has been a lot more generous recently, and they dare to put more oil in their cooking!"

Not my money for cotton.

Song Shu muttered to himself, took a look at Pang Liulang's list, and said, "Don't worry, I'll take two people to deliver it."

"Of course, of course, I will be assured that my boss will go." Pang Liulang happily handed over the important task to Song Shu, and then instructed the other team that was about to leave, and he was ready to discuss business.

Song Shu's soybean oil team was going to advance into the city, from the north gate to the south gate, and happened to meet Song Anan who had just come out of the gambling house construction site on the way, so he called him into the car.

"Where are you going?" Song Anan asked after getting into the car.

"Beiying." Song Shu said.

Song Anan was taken aback, he hadn't been to that place for a long time.

There are two military camps on the outskirts of Hengzhou, one is thirty miles west of the city, referred to as Xiying, and it is his father's personal soldier.The other place is forty miles north of the city, referred to as Beiying, which is his soldiers.

He used to go almost every day, but now it seems like a lifetime away.

When he met Yuan Sanlang before, he had already given orders, and this time he was not afraid to show his face at the barracks.To be honest, he was only eleven years old, and now two years have passed, his appearance has changed a bit, and he has grown a lot taller. If he hadn't seen him often, he wouldn't be able to recognize him right away.

"Who is ahead?"

"The military camp is an important place, no trespassing is allowed."

Two people, one on the left and one on the right, stood in front of Song Shu's convoy.The gate of Beiying is close at hand.

"Song Shu, this is the soybean oil ordered by Yuan Duwei, please let me know." Song Shu cupped his hands.

The two looked at Song Shu for a while, and then glanced at the convoy transporting soybean oil.

Suddenly, the person on the right froze for a moment.

"But what's wrong?" The man's reaction was so obvious that Song Shu could also see it.

He followed the man's gaze and turned his head, only to see Song Anan standing beside the soybean oil truck with a blank expression on his face.

"These people came with me to deliver soybean oil, but..." Before Song Shu finished speaking, the two men knelt down on one knee.

Startled, he took a step back subconsciously.

The people on the watchtower also knelt down at the same time.

He turned around quickly.

"See General."

The saluting voices were uniform.

The sound of the horse's hooves gradually stopped, and Yin Heng got off the horse and said, "There's no need to be polite, get up."

Song Shu understood and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Anan glanced at Yin Heng, calm.

"Song Silang is here?" Yin Heng glanced at Anan and the motorcade, "He's here to deliver soybean oil? Follow me in."

"Hi Mr. Yin." Song Shu cupped his hands.

"Come in." Yin Heng said to Song Shu, standing between Song Shu and Anan vaguely.

Song Anan glanced at the two soldiers guarding the gate, and followed the convoy inside.

Baptized by Song Anan's sight, the two stood upright in an instant, and stiffly retreated to both sides, letting the convoy pass first.

Fortunately, he didn't blurt out and call the little general, otherwise he would probably be taken to the school field and taught a lesson.

The soldier on the right suddenly remembered Yuan Duwei's advice, and felt scared for a while.

"That is……"

"To shut up."

Song Anan followed the convoy all the way. These soldiers had followed him through life and death, and many of them recognized him.

Yuan Duwei had already told him that although these people were concerned, they pretended nothing happened.

After returning to the barracks after a long time, Anan felt somewhat emotional.

He didn't show it on his face, but when he saw the school field in the middle of the barracks, he suddenly remembered the scene of training soldiers here.

Since leaving the military camp, the civilians have no opponents, but it has been a long time since they have had a hearty fight.

Now it's the break time, there are people fighting on the school field, surrounded by a group of soldiers, cheering on the field.

"Second Yang, if you lose, guard the gate tonight!"

"Lieutenant Yang, Lieutenant Yuan said that there is a lack of arable land, and you have great strength, why not help him? Hahahahaha."

"Little bastard, have you ever lost, Grandpa Yang? Shut up!" shouted the big man who was repeatedly called by the people on the sidelines, waving at his opponent, the provocation was self-evident.

Yin Heng brought Song Shu and the others over, and people around kept saluting, and he waved his hands to let them continue.

The two were already fighting together in the field, Yin Heng watched with interest, and said to Song Shu: "This Yang Lao Er is very skilled in martial arts, and he has not met an opponent for two years."

When they were talking this way, several moves had already been made on the field, and Yang Lao Er really had a move. Although his opponent hadn't lost yet, he was already clearly at a disadvantage.

Soon, he was caught by him with one move, and his life was pinched.

"Good!" Yin Heng led the clapping.

The people around also applauded.The one who mocked Yang's second son just now clapped his hands and shouted at him happily.

"I heard that in your workshop, you have to practice boxing every morning, do you want to go up and compare?" Yin Heng said.

"No, no, no, I'm lazy by nature. I don't practice this boxing from time to time. It's just a show." Song Shu waved his hand quickly.

Just now he watched the whole fight of Yang Lao Er. This is the kung fu practiced on the battlefield. His flamboyant fists and embroidered legs are still not embarrassing, but Song Anan can go to make gestures. He really wants to see if he is from the army. People are strong, but his Anan is stronger.

"What about this little brother?" Before Song Shu could speak, Yin Heng turned his attention to Anan.

Song Shu's oil had already been taken away, and now several members of the oil delivery team were watching the competition from the sidelines of the school. When Yin Heng spoke, they all looked at Anan.

"Guan Nan, go up and try."

"Yeah, maybe I can really take a few tricks."

"The set of boxing that the steward taught us is really easy to use. Now that I've practiced it for a few days, the little hooligans in the village don't dare to come to my house to find fault with me!"

These people practice boxing with Song Anan every morning, so they naturally know that he has some kung fu, and they really want to see it right now.

Song Anan didn't speak, but his hands were itchy.

He is no stranger to this school field, and he is even more familiar with the people around the school field.

Haven't met an opponent for two years, hmph, but he is not around, so the second son Yang is a bit pretentious.

"Go up and try?" Song Shu said.

"Little brother, you are still young, there is no shame in losing, just keep working hard." Yin Heng added fuel to the fire.

Sure enough, Song Anan glanced at him, his gaze was sharp like a knife.

Originally, Song Anan wanted to keep a low profile, but when Yin Heng said this, how could he bear it?More importantly, Song Shu had expectations on his face.

Yang Lao Er and others also noticed this side.

He recognized at a glance that the ordinary-dressed boy was their little general.

Yuan Duwei told them to treat the little general as if they didn't know each other when they saw him, but he never said that they couldn't fight with him.In the past two years, he has studied hard and practiced hard, just to be able to fight the little general again one day.

This time, he must win!

Song Anan tapped his feet and took a few steps to the school field.

"Come on," he said.

"Guan Nan is so good!" said the soybean oil factory worker who came with the team.They had never seen Song Anan performing lightness kung fu, and they couldn't help but praise him immediately.

The soldiers next to him heard this, and murmured in their hearts: Of course their little generals are powerful. These peasants who have never seen the market are so frightened just because of their light skills. Will their eyes pop out after a while?

This time, Yang Laoer ignored the clamor on the sidelines and focused all his attention on the duel.

He opened his posture and looked at his opponent carefully.

Song Anan stood in the other half of the court, motionless as a mountain, locked the eyes of Yang Lao Er, and sneaked away.

Song Shu was standing on the sidelines, looking at him.

Song Anan felt hot in his heart.

Definitely to win pretty!

Younger Yang was about to make a move.

In the blink of an eye, the wind rolled up the gravel, and the fist was already in front of his eyes.

He subconsciously leaned back to dodge.

However, the fist stopped abruptly, and Song Anan turned around and swept across.

Yang Laoer couldn't adjust in time, and his center of gravity was swept away by his leg.

Lose so fast.

The people around the school didn't even notice.

Yang Laoer barely defended, and retreated step by step.In the past, when he fought with the little general, he could always go through ten moves before showing his defeat, but today, he showed his defeat at the very beginning.

Speaking of which, the little general left the camp for two years, and they didn't know where he went.

Originally thought that if he was not in the camp, his martial arts must be unfamiliar, but he didn't expect that after two years, not only did he not become unfamiliar, but he seemed to be even stronger.

The worker in the soybean oil workshop was already dumbfounded.

They knew that Guanshi Nan had a lot of kung fu, but they never expected that he would fight against the masters in the army, not only would he not lose the wind, but he would also attack all the way.You look at the other party like that, it is clear that he has no strength to fight back.

So brutal.

Yang Laoer wants to cry but has no tears.

He thought that the little general would let him show his tricks anyway, and give himself a little chance of winning.Unexpectedly, after two years, he didn't even give him a chance, and he turned out to be a ruthless move every time he made a move, without revealing any gaps, and he was pressing himself to fight.

But he hasn't given up yet, he practiced hard for two years, not to give up!

Younger Yang tried his best to defend, retreated step by step, and calmed down, patiently looking for Song Anan's space.

Hard work pays off, and Song Anan really made a small mistake, which he accurately caught.

Grab it!Yang Lao Er quickly attacked.

The fist went away with the sound of breaking the wind, faster and more accurate than any punch he had ever made before.

When almost hit.

Song Anan suddenly jumped up, leaned over and struck.

Yang Laoer felt a pain in his shoulder and back, and his movements were slightly deformed.

Immediately afterwards, Song Anan's knee flew in front of his eyes, hit!

Yang Lao Er's offensive was broken in an instant, and Song Anan made another combo, knocking him back again and again.

This time, he didn't give Yang Lao Er another chance to fight back.

He quickly approached and grabbed his life gate.

"You lost." Song Anan said with a bit of complacency.

Is it necessary to be so proud of defeating him, Yang Er Er wants to cry but has no tears.After two years of hard training, I lost even faster.

They played against each other for several rounds on the field, but only a moment passed off the field.

Song Shu only saw the two confronting each other, Song Anan shot first, and with a crackling punch, Yang Lao Er rushed.

It seems to be no different from Liu Dalang who sneaked into his home at that time.

The people in this barracks are so vulnerable, is the Yin family about to be killed by the court?

Song Shu couldn't help but look at Yin Heng suspiciously.

Yin Heng wants to cry but has no tears.

His little brother really didn't give any face, at least he was in charge of the camp now, yet he didn't say a word, and took care of them in front of outsiders.

It's fine if you win, but what's with this little smug expression?Show off? !

"I won." Song Anan quickly returned to Song Shu without even looking at the defeated Yang Lao Er.

"Well, it's amazing." Song Shu said.

The corners of Song Anan's mouth couldn't help but rise, his heart seemed filled with honey, he turned his head and said, "Who else is coming?"

Someone is ready to move.

Although I know that playing is getting beaten.

But they are willing to be beaten by the little general!

The little general hasn't returned for two years, and there are no masters in the battalion to teach them martial arts. Even if Yang Lao Er is better than them, it can be seen that those who have met the little general before, the others are no better than mediocre.

"I come!"

"And I!"

"I, I, I, I want to fight too!"

Several people came out, all of whom were strong in the battalion.

"Come together." Song Anan returned to the field.

These people knew how powerful he was, so they didn't give up, and they really went up together.

These soldiers train together every day, and they are very particular about cooperation when fighting. They swarm up and cooperate with each other, and their combat effectiveness is also greatly increased.

Even Song Anan had to let go of his mind and deal with it seriously.

Although it was a waste of effort, but after a while, these people were kicked out of the field one after another by him, and they lost completely.

Song Anan still didn't look at the group of defeated generals, and quickly returned to Song Shu, waiting for praise.

"Our Anan is indeed very powerful." Song Shu said, this time one-to-many, the soldiers cooperated with each other very tacitly, which caused a lot of trouble for Anan, but finally let Song Shu see his sharpness.

"Wonderful." Yin Heng applauded.

"Guard Nan, you are amazing!"

"Guan Nan, where did you learn this kung fu?"

"Nan Guanshi..." The workers in the soybean oil workshop were all proud, but they didn't expect that the supervisor of their workshop turned out to be a hidden master.A group of soldiers in the army swarmed up, and he knocked people away with a crackling sound, which was amazing!

When these workers first entered the barracks, they were a little apprehensive, but now seeing how powerful they are in charge, they raised their heads high and looked very proud.

The soldiers around were sour and proud, that super powerful Nan Guanshi was their little general!Although it can't be said now, the little general will always be their little general. Just wait and see in the future, there will be many times when they will be surprised!

"General."

When the school ground came to an end, Yuan Sanlang finally appeared. He was barefoot, his trousers were rolled up, and his feet were stained with mud.

"The wheat has been harvested, can you go and have a look?"

Yuan Sanlang said while putting it on the rolled up sleeve.

They all have to farm their own land, even the Jiedu envoy and the little general's personal soldiers are no exception.He got grain seeds from Xianghe Village before, and the spring wheat has been harvested, so the harvest has multiplied many times compared to before!

When he asked for seeds before, the wheat harvest in Xianghe Village was mediocre, so he was only interested in corn seeds.But the mysterious man, now knowing that he is the little general, gave him two grain seeds, one bag of corn and one bag of wheat, and he used them all.

The corn has only been planted not long ago, but the wheat has already matured before it is harvested.In the past two days, he led people to work in the fields and cut all the wheat fields.After cutting and counting, I realized that the harvest per mu of land has increased several times compared to before!

The Song family's grains are indeed well-deserved!

Today, Yin Heng had a regular meeting to see the newly harvested grain. As soon as his work in the field was completed, he rushed over and couldn't wait to tell Yin Heng the great news!

"Oh? How's the harvest?" Yin Heng asked as usual.

"The Song family's grain is really well-deserved, even the wheat harvest is very good, it has increased by five or six times!" Yuan Sanlang said.

"My family's grain?" Song Shu, who was just a few steps away, turned around and asked after hearing Yuan Sanlang's words.

He recognized Yuan Sanlang at a glance!

It turned out that this person was actually in the army.So, the Yuan Duwei that Pang Liulang was talking about was actually him?

But Song Shu remembered that when Yuan Sanlang came to ask him for grain seeds, he did not sell them.

And at that time, his family only had the famous millet seeds, and the wheat seeds were still in the backyard, and they had not been planted!

How did he get this wheat seed?

"Song Silang." Yuan Sanlang didn't know he was there, and his heart beat wildly.

What did you say just now?

The grain seeds here were secretly given by the little general, Song Silang probably didn't know, if he said that, wouldn't he be exposed?

What to do, what to do, if the little general blames him, will he be taken to the school grounds and taught to death?

Yuan Sanlang froze on the spot, unable to say a word.

Song Shu remembered that during the days when Yuan Sanlang was there, Song Anan often disappeared.On the day Yuan Sanlang left, he found that the grain at home was low, so he asked Song Anan, but he escaped over the wall.

Now that I think about it, did he give this kind of grain?

"Anan." Song Shu turned his head.

Song Anan put his hands behind his back, trembling a little.

"Song Silang," Yin Heng took a step forward, "I'm really sorry, but Yuan Sanlang wanted to buy millet seeds from you that day, but he couldn't, so he reported to me, so I sent someone to take a little secretly, it was really a soldier. There is a shortage of food in the middle of the country, so we have to do it."

"Really?" Song Shu doubted.

Yin Heng wants millet seeds, so why take them secretly, he is in a high position, and there are a hundred ways to force him to submit obediently.

"Of course it's true. To tell you the truth, I also wanted to lead a team to force you to submit, but my father forbids us to disturb the people." Yin Heng said, scratching his cheek twice with his right index finger. I am very embarrassed, "It is indeed our fault, or I will ask someone to make up the debt now, what do you think?"

Song Shu pondered for a moment: "Just losing money doesn't seem to be sincere enough."

Yin Heng's expression froze, he took a deep breath, and smiled brighter: "Then what does Song Silang think?"

"I'm a foreigner. It's always inconvenient to do business in Hengzhou City. I just hope that Mr. Yin can agree to my request." Song Shu said.

"any request?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet. When I need it, I will tell Mr. Yu Yin. I promise, this request will never be detrimental to the Yicheng army, and I will not ask you to do things that harm the sky and bully the people." Song Shu said.I didn't expect that I would be able to use this trick one day, so refreshing!

This is using him as a swordsman!

What can the Song family do, it's nothing more than doing too much business and offending local snakes.

His Yin family is the biggest local snake in Hengzhou City. With their backing, wouldn't this Song Shu be able to walk sideways?Yin Heng was really reluctant to see him proud.

But on second thought, does it make a difference whether he agrees or not?

Even if he doesn't help, Yin Min won't help. Why don't he sell Song Shu a favor from the beginning, and make him miss his own good.

Yin Heng wanted to cry but had no tears, but he still had to hold it on his face, pretending to think for a moment, nodded and said: "OK."

After wandering around the barracks, he also got Yin Heng a big deal, just a little grain, Song Shu really thought it was a good deal.

Song Anan followed him home, and Song Shu didn't mention the matter of grain seeds on the way, and his hanging heart finally let go.

However, as soon as he stepped into the house, Song Shu said, "When we were talking about grain seeds today, I suddenly remembered that your whereabouts were a mystery in those few days. Where did you go?"

Regardless of whether Yin Heng was telling the truth or not, Song Anan's strange whereabouts in those few days were true, and he had no time to care about it at that time. Now that the old matter is brought up again, he still has to ask carefully.

Song Anan's heart that had just let go was suspended again.

He thought he had passed the test, but he didn't expect... What should I do?

"Why are you blocking the door?"

At this moment, another voice sounded from behind, and Song Anan looked back, it was Song He.

"Ask Brother." He said immediately.

"Huh? Ask me what?" Song He was at a loss. He didn't hear their conversation just now. He only knew that as soon as he got home, he saw Song Shu and the little general blocking the door. He didn't know what he was talking about. Some stalemate.

Song Shu looked at Song Anan suspiciously, but he also knew that Song Anan came after Song He left, and the two of them didn't have a deep friendship. Song He probably wouldn't lie to him for Anan, so he asked, "Brother, do you still remember Yuan?" Sanlang? During the few days when he came to learn how to grow sweet potatoes, Anan often disappeared, do you know what he did?"

Song He was also taken aback, and after thinking for a long time, he remembered who Song Shu was talking about Yuan Sanlang.

That man was the little general's lieutenant general, and he knew him too, but the other party didn't know him.Shiro asked, but the identity of the little general was exposed?

Song He glanced at Song Anan, and he also looked at him. There was a hint of weakness in his eyes that were usually lacking in ups and downs, as if asking him to help.

In an instant, Song Hefu went to his heart and said: "In the past few days, Anan went to Yuexing City a few times to buy some things for me, and spent the rest of the time in the workshop. You didn't see that Xu just happened to miss it."

"What?" Song Shu asked.

"It's just a few rouge jewelry from my daughter's house. Your sister-in-law wants it anyway, and I don't have time to buy it for her, so I have to trouble Anan." Song He silently apologized to Erniang Cheng in his heart. He couldn't reveal his identity, so he had no choice but to pull his own wife to lie.

"Really?" Song Shu still didn't quite believe it, but he couldn't find his sister-in-law anyway.