Quick Travel: Jing Yuan's Wanderings

Probably because he was very tired, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan had a simple dinner and fell into a deep sleep again.

I woke up at noon the next day.

He took out the steamed buns that he had stockpiled from the system warehouse and ate them quickly with some boiling water.

He packed up the sable skins, tiger skins, wild ginseng and other things that he planned to sell to Mr. Guo and put them in the cabinet.

Carrying a large bamboo basket and taking a wooden basin, bucket, ladle and soapberry, he hurried to the river to wash the dirty quilt and clothes.

After washing, they are hung on hemp ropes in the backyard to dry.

It took a full two hours to finish it.

Then he found an axe from the woodshed, chopped a bamboo, fed it to the mule, and then started wandering around.

The melon vines in the backyard had long since withered, and the four acres of wasteland outside the courtyard gate were also bare, as was the vegetable garden at the east end of the yard.

Counting the seasons silently on my fingers.

It is early October now. Forget about the wheat. The fertility of the wasteland is too poor and we may not even be able to get back the money we spent on the seeds.

Why not just plant all winter vegetables? As the weather gets colder, fresh leafy vegetables should not be difficult to sell.

The mind moves as it pleases.

Now he is lucky enough to be considered a wealthy man.

It's worth spending a few hundred coins to hire someone to plow the soil!

So he hurried to the head of the village's house, and finally hired out four acres of wasteland and three mu of vegetable plot to the head of the village's youngest son and his family for 300 coins, not including food and drink, and the work of plowing and sowing the land.

With oxen, plows and people, it should be done in three days at most.

As for the land in the backyard, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan decided it would be better to turn it over himself.

Who makes him so territorial?

I cooked a bowl of egg noodles for lunch.

The autumn wind blows down leaves in the yard.

Seeing that the guests were about to arrive, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan resigned himself to cleaning the room over and over again.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the master and servant knocked on the gate on time.

"Hello, Mr. Guo!"

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan bowed and saluted.

"Hello, Mr. Jing. You have lost a lot of weight this time. It is obvious that you have suffered a lot on the way!

This morning, Four Seasons Trading Company added a lot of new furs and mountain products.

Unfortunately, they are all reserved! No take-out!

Old man, if you have good furs, you must not keep them to yourself.

Guo will definitely give you a satisfactory price! "

Qingshan added in what he thought was a very low voice: "Uncle Jing, my wife comes from a wealthy family and is good at managing the household.

I will never treat you unfairly in terms of money!

It's much better than selling it to a shop and being maliciously forced down in price.

As the old saying goes, people don’t fight against anything.”

As he spoke, he winked and gave Lieutenant General Jing Yuan a look that said 'you know'!

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan nodded to show that he understood.

Isn’t it just dates and sticks, inducement and beatings!

After leading the person into the house, he quickly took out three mink skins, two tiger skins, and a box of wild ginseng and placed them on the table.

Guo Maowen stroked the tiger skin with shaking hands, shocked beyond words:

"This, this, is this tiger skin?"

"Sir, there are three more mink skins!"

"Let me see!"

"Sir, the box is full of wild ginseng, and they are all more than ten years old!"

……

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan still stood on the rocks and watched the carriage go away.

Things are different now. Mr. Guo has passed the imperial examination and is now wearing an official robe.

1200 taels of silver, all for one.

Although Lieutenant General Jing Yuan knew that the money he was given was too little, he could only accept it with a smile on his face.

After all, it is slightly higher than the recycling price of Four Seasons Commercial Bank!

Just earn less if you can!

It’s better than earning too much and having no life to spend it!

As for sending the things to the British palace to sell?

If you use your butt to think about it, you won’t know that this cannot be done!

Thinking of the Duke of England's Mansion, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan frowned slightly.

Well, tomorrow at noon, I will go to meet my cheap children!