After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

For the people of Kyoto, this winter is a winter full of fruity flavor.

Canned fruits from Yunzhou have entered thousands of households in Kyoto.

On the streets of Kyoto, where thousands of pear trees are in full bloom and lights are bright, almost everyone is carrying a can of fruit.

Those who are a little better off will buy a can every three or four days.

This was certainly also the case in the Song family.

"Dad, are you buying canned food again?" The eldest lady of the Song family had just closed the door of the shop when she saw her father coming to take her home, carrying a familiar ceramic jar.

There are two bright red lanterns hanging on both sides of the shop, emitting warm orange light.

After Song Da handed the canned fruit to his daughter, he picked up the long blowpipe and blew out the candle in the lantern.

"Don't you like to eat? Yesterday I bought canned grapes, and today I bought sea buckthorn berries."

Song Da's eyes were filled with love as he looked at his daughter.

The Song family's eldest lady felt a little distressed: "This is a hundred coins, we can just buy some canned apples and pears to eat."

Song Da waved his hand and walked with his daughter on the streets of Kyoto: "In the past, our family was poor. I still remember when you were five years old, you helped your mother with work and accidentally caught a cold. That night, you had a high fever."

Thinking of this, Song Da's eyes became red. "The doctor said that you were hopeless and told you to eat good food so that you would have a good rebirth in the next life. The snowstorm that year was really strong. It blew on my body and made me feel cold even in the cracks between my bones."

"Your face was flushed red, you were lying on the grass nest, staring with a pair of sleepy eyes, and your voice was as soft as a cat's meow. You said, Dad, I want to eat pears..."

The eldest lady of the Song family had a dazed look in her eyes. She vaguely remembered the little girl who wanted to eat a bite of fresh fruit in the snow.

Song Da: "Dad is not capable enough to buy vegetables from the greenhouse, and there is no ice cellar to store fruits. I just dissolved a little sugar in warm water and told you that this is pear juice."

Thinking of this, Song Da burst out laughing: "Later, when you recovered from your illness, during the Spring Festival, you drank some sugar water and asked me where the pears came from!"

Mrs. Song also laughed. She had always thought that pear juice tasted the same as sugar water.

It was not until later when Song Da earned some money and bought her a basket of pears that she realized that pears and sugar water were different.

The Song family’s house was not far from the shop, and it didn’t take long for the two of them to get home.

Mrs. Song took the can, opened it skillfully, and placed it on the charcoal stove to simmer.

The small house is filled with the fresh and sweet fragrance of fruits!

"Thanks to the general, ordinary people like us can eat fruits in winter."

Mrs. Song took out a stack of newspapers from her bag and handed them to Song Da: "Dad, this is the Yunzhou Weekly you've been thinking about."

Song Da's recollections of the good old days vanished the moment he saw Yunzhou Weekly.

This issue of "Yunzhou Weekly" contains interesting gossip written by novelists, as well as "Yunzhou Past" serialized by Penglai Guest. The front page is an interpretation of Yunzhou policies, and the end is an advertisement.

Song Da read the policy interpretation three times before putting down the newspaper, sighing.

"Everyone says that Kyoto is great. Everywhere you look, you can see brothels, painted pavilions, embroidered houses, pearl curtains and carved carriages. The eight wildernesses are crowded together, and all countries are connected. All the treasures from all over the world are gathered and traded. But in my opinion, although Yunzhou is not as prosperous as Kyoto, it has its own style with the general here. It should not be underestimated in the future."

The eldest lady of the Song family leaned over to take a look. This policy interpretation described the recruitment conditions for the cannery and the wool factory, and each item was listed very clearly.

Those with financial difficulties and those with fallen soldiers in their families will be given priority.

After reading this policy interpretation, the eldest lady of the Song family also fell silent.

Kyoto is a big city with millions of people. It is easy to find a way to make a living, but it is difficult for people to find a good friend.

In Yunzhou, working in a cannery is like working as a female worker in Lingjinyuan in Kyoto, and the income and benefits are pretty good.

However, Lingjin's recruitment is seldom known to outsiders, and is basically handled internally.

"This is the clear government policies!" Mrs. Song exclaimed.

Mrs. Song was reading the advertisement on the last page with great interest: "This Yunzhou is really a great place. Huaishuo Town actually has sweet milk tea! I think it must be very popular among women. Oh, there are also furs for sale! A pair of leather shoes only costs three hundred coins!"

In Kyoto, leather shoes start at 500 wen!

Mrs. Song was tempted by the interesting and inexpensive advertisements in the newspaper. If Yunzhou wasn't too far away, she really wanted to go and see it!

The family chatted about Yunzhou for an entire evening.

The next day, after Song Da finished all his work and selected a house for a family that had just arrived in Kyoto and received the usual agency fee, he went to Fuquan Teahouse to order a pot of hot tea.

The storyteller at Fuquan Teahouse told stories from the Yunzhou Weekly.

The tea drinkers were still not satisfied after listening to the talk.

"Yunzhou has changed so much! And this newspaper is really a good thing! Doesn't Kyoto have Baihua Printing Factory? Why hasn't anyone thought of publishing a newspaper?"

"Yunzhou has the Yunzhou Weekly, so we in Kyoto should at least have a Kyoto Daily!"

"Come on, the Yunzhou Weekly is run by a great general. If we publish a Kyoto Daily, won't we be arrested by the government?"

"The general can maintain peace in the country with his military skills and govern the world with his literary skills. You have to return to the capital after staying in Yunzhou for a few more years, right?"

A merchant laughed and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in the short term. I heard that many small tribes on the grassland want to merge into Yunzhou!"

"Oh my, this is incredible, isn't this the same attitude as that of Khan Youtian?"

Song Da put the teacup heavily on the tea table and glared at the person who spoke: "Do you know how to speak? Didn't your mother teach you to turn the words around in your stomach three times before you speak them out?"

Comparing the general with the Heavenly Khan, isn't this obviously bringing disaster to the general?

The man was stunned by the scolding, then he reacted and his facial expression changed several times, but he finally remained silent.

When mentioning the Shogun, others can't help but recall the Shogun's deeds in Kyoto.

"I've said it before, the general is no ordinary man! Everyone laughed at the three brothers and sisters of the Su family, but look at how capable they are! Su Dalang has even won the first place in the provincial examination. According to Master Liu, with his ability, it will be no problem for him to pass the imperial examination."

"Su Erlang is no less impressive! He used to be a weakling, but now he can lead a team to the sea!"

"Miss Su has changed the most! Who dares to think of her as the tiger girl she used to be?"

"I heard that when President Chen of the Chamber of Commerce saw Madam Su, he had to be polite."

"Let alone the three brothers and sisters of the Su family, even the students in Baichuan Academy, who is worse? Geng Silang, his family is a farmer, and now they have become a scholarly family! I heard that Old Man Geng and his family are living a very comfortable life in Yunzhou!"

"My neighbor is also in Baichuan Academy. Although he is not good at academics, he is very talented in carpentry. Now he works as a skilled craftsman in the Ministry of Industry!"