Through the troubled times and famine, I just want to farm peacefully

Looking at Chinatsu, whose lips slightly raised and revealed her inner joy, confidence shone through her.

Lin Yinan smiled, "Qianxia, ​​do you want to go out and do business?"

Qianxia looked up at her in confusion, "Girl, don't you want me anymore?"

Qianwu, with her mouth full of jelly, looked at Qianxia in astonishment, then turned to look at Lin Yinan. Is Qianxia going to sell jelly?

"What are you thinking about? I asked you if you want to go out to do business. If you want to go, I won't stop you." Lin Yinan said.

Everyone has dreams, and she respects their ideas.

Qianxia immediately shook her head like a rattle, "No, no, no, I will not leave the girl and the young lady. There are so many people to support in the mountains and Longtan. It's not easy to find a way to make money. I can make a little to supplement them."

Speaking of Yun Shijiu, her heart was filled with tenderness.

Lin Yinan reached out and pinched her wrinkled little face.

"Qianxia, ​​the jelly grass grows all over the mountains and fields, and the method of making it is simple. Smart people can figure it out after a little thought. I don't plan to make money from this."

"It's okay even if you sell the recipe."

The light in Qianxia's eyes dimmed. She followed Lin Yinan and often watched her count the accounts. She knew that it would cost a lot of money to support so many people.

She wanted to share the burden.

Seeing that she was somewhat at a loss, Lin Yinan put down the bowl, took her hand, and said softly: "Qianxia, ​​we don't lack this little money. Many people still don't have enough to eat. I want to tell everyone that I can also add a dish to their table."

"I understand." Chinatsu nodded solemnly.

Qian Wu then said, "Then I'll go find someone to cut the jelly grass."

Lin Yinan hurriedly reminded them, "Summer is the season for harvesting a large amount of jelly grass. When harvesting, tell them not to damage the roots so that they can be harvested again next year. Ask the woman who cooks to cook a pot of jelly grass so that the people who come back from work can drink a bowl to cool down."

Qianwu, who likes to run outside, responded happily: "Okay, I'll go right away!"

"Girl, they cut so much and if they can't finish cooking, won't they rot?" Qianxia asked worriedly.

"It's okay. You can also make jelly by drying the jelly grass, but the jelly will be black."

"That's good, otherwise it would be a shame to waste it."

Qianxia is used to being frugal and is reluctant to waste anything.

In the evening, every villager who has finished his meal can get a bowl of dark green jelly, which smells faintly of herbal medicine.

"What is this? It looks like moss after it rained."

"I heard it's good for cooling off."

"Whatever it is, as long as it's edible."

After saying that, the villager took the first sip and it tasted sweet.

"How is it? Ah Fa, is it delicious?"

The villagers looked at the villager named Afa with curiosity.

Ah Fa said nothing and took another sip. The other villagers saw this and picked up their bowls and put the food into their mouths.

It is cool and smooth, with a hint of sweetness, and it makes you feel particularly comfortable when you eat it.

They had never tasted anything so delicious!

The villagers finished the jelly in a few bites and patted Afa who was licking the bowl non-stop.

"Ah Fa, do you think I have gained a lot of weight?"

Ah Fa didn't even raise his head, "You've gotten fatter!"

"The city lord is really generous. Even though we have to work so hard every day, he still allows us to have enough food to eat. Do you think those who left are crazy?" the villagers sighed.

Ah Fa didn't know whether he was stupid or not, he felt that working in the fields every day was better than making a living by hunting as before.

Everyone did not get fat as Ah Fa said, but they were full and in better spirits.

Soon, with Lin Yinan's deliberate promotion, the entire Longtan and even the surrounding Changyi County and Huaizhou City knew how to eat agar-agar.

Nanzhou Prefecture

The sun was scorching and cicadas were chirping madly in the trees, making the people who were being scorched seem even hotter.

Yun Zhenchuan was wearing a short coat with a half-sleeve button-down collar. He was leaning back in a chair, waving a sunflower fan in one hand and reading a book in the other.

At a table below, two little children, who were disturbed by the cicadas outside and could not concentrate on their studies, were playing with each other.

"Write well and don't make noise!" He raised his eyelids and scolded his two grandsons from time to time.

After a moment, Yun Zhenchuan was immersed in the book again.

The housekeeper came in hurriedly, and the two children hurriedly sat up straight.

Hakka glanced at the two of them, walked over to Yun Zhenchuan and whispered in his ear, "Master, the Supervisory History Master Feng is here!"

Yun Zhenchuan paused, slowly put down the book in his hand, and raised his eyelids to look at the housekeeper.

"Did you read that correctly?"

The housekeeper said, "Master, it is indeed Lord Feng who has arrived. He is waiting in the hall right now!"

"What is he here for?"

Yun Zhenchuan was puzzled. His official hat had long been taken away by the emperor. Feng Yongyan was an official in charge of supervising the local area and had no relationship with him.

Even though he thought so, Yun Zhenchuan still didn't dare to neglect the other party.

Before leaving the study, he reminded his two grandsons, "Write two big characters each, and I'll come back to check."

As soon as he entered the reception room, Yun Zhenchuan put on a warm and hospitable face, laughed and saluted to the people sitting inside.

"Mr. Feng is so honored to be here. I am sorry for not coming to greet you."

Supervisory historian Feng Yongyan stood up and returned the greeting, "I came here uninvited because I have a great joy to tell Lord Yun."

"I don't deserve it! I am no longer an official appointed by the court. Lord Feng knows it." Yun Zhenchuan smiled awkwardly.

But he was complaining in his heart, wondering if Feng Yongyan came here just to laugh at him?

After exchanging pleasantries, the two sat down again, and Yun Zhenchuan asked the servants to serve this year's new tea.

"I wonder if Lord Feng has any great news to tell me?"

Feng Yongyan said with a serious face: "Since Lord Yun has previously managed the two prefectures in the South very well, the court has ordered Lord Yun to be reinstated immediately. After receiving the appointment letter from the Crown Prince and the Prime Minister, I came here specially to congratulate Lord Yun."

Yun Zhenchuan's eyes widened, his heart pounding, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and he swallowed hard.

"Does Lord Feng really mean what he said?"

Feng Yongyan took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve pocket, opened it and took out a piece of paper, laughing and saying, "This is the appointment document sent by the postman in charge of delivering orders. Due to weather reasons and difficult roads, this appointment letter was delayed a lot."

Yun Zhenchuan knew that when he said the road was bad, he was referring to the war and the refugees fleeing south.

"I received news earlier that the imperial court had sent two officials to take up their posts here. Why is there no news since then?"

"Alas, this matter is hard to explain in a few words. Lord Yun, please listen to me in detail."

So Feng Yongyan talked to him about what had happened in the court recently.

When the emperor was still able to attend court, he did send two ministers to take over Yun Zhenchuan's job.

"Unfortunately, before taking office, one of the officials contracted dysentery and had to stay in bed. Another official's mother died just after he received the emperor's letter of appointment. He submitted a petition to the emperor requesting to hold a funeral for his mother. The emperor was moved by his filial piety and approved his petition."