I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"What's there to thank me for? Everything you did helped me a lot." Song Shiqiu felt helpless about her formality. If it weren't for the nursing knowledge proposed by Lin Jin, he would have been helpless even if he had the money to set up a college for those people to study.

Lin Jin smiled, and her smile seemed to say that these were all insignificant matters.

If we want education to be truly popularized, we should first systematize the knowledge. Nursing is a profession that is lacking and needed in this era, so it is easy to develop.

Unlike modernization, modern times have industrial development, which allows people to work instead of farming. Even if they don't farm, they still have a source of income. Coupled with policy support, the concept that everyone has the right to education can be implemented.

But there are not so many job opportunities here, and what is signed is not a labor contract but a contract to sell one's body. The starting points of the two eras are different, so she can only start with a junior college, which will not affect the interests of certain people and will allow as many people as possible to study.

"Sir, I plan to hire someone to reclaim the saline-alkali land, but saline-alkali land requires water to make salt. Asking people to carry water may consume a lot of manpower and material resources." Lin Jin expressed her concerns. Daxia currently has no shortage of labor, but she always feels something is wrong.

Song Shiqiu nodded slightly: "What are you worried about? Are you worried about who will pay the wages?"

Whoever owns the improved saline-alkali land will naturally pay for it. If it belongs to Lin Jin, the money will come from the Prime Minister's Office, and if it belongs to Daxia, the money will naturally come from the national treasury.

"No, I'm thinking, after the saline-alkali land is improved, won't these people still have to return to their previous situation? What should we do then?" Lin Jin was thinking about whether he could develop something that would allow these people to work and obtain a source of income in a long-term and stable manner.

Song Shiqiu laughed grimly: "Could it be that after these fields are cultivated, they will just be left there and not cultivated?"

Those who signed the death indenture in Daxia were servants who had to work in the mansion, but these workers who were responsible for plowing the land and harvesting in autumn were not.

"That doesn't need so many people." Lin Jin muttered, so in the end the people's source of income was not fundamentally solved.

"Ajin, it's normal for you to want everyone to have enough food and clothing, but nothing can be achieved overnight. Only when things get better slowly can they last forever." Song Shiqiu tapped her head with his fingers, "Don't be greedy."

Lin Jin touched his head, a little discouraged: "How can I not be greedy?"

She wanted to do something before, but she was willing but unable to do it, so once she was able to reach that goal, she naturally wanted to do more.

She didn't want the task to be completed so quickly so that she would have more time and be able to accomplish more. However, she didn't know since when the task progress became like a loading progress bar. Although it was not increasing very fast, it was increasing little by little.

Even though she didn't farm.

"I think I can learn more and spread the relevant knowledge." Lin Jin smiled bitterly. Even if she can't do something, she believes that there will always be someone who can do it. "I always feel that time flies so fast and there is no time to do many things."

It's a pity that not everyone can accept all new things as well as Song Shiqiu, otherwise she could take out some instruments and equipment, and someone would definitely be able to make them.

"Silly Jin, it's not your responsibility alone to change their plight. Just take it step by step, and you'll get there one day."

Song Shiqiu has always been a serious person. Although his face is cold, his eyes are full of affection: "Ajin, the people of the world will not die just because you are gone. Don't always force yourself like this. Everything has its destiny."

Lin Jin felt very tired because she often couldn't find a companion. It felt like she had a lot of things to do, but she couldn't find anyone to advance and retreat with her. Even though Song Shiqiu could provide her with a lot of conveniences, there were many things that only people like her and Lin Lin could do.

She worried that her power was not strong enough, and she realized how insignificant she was when she encountered barriers again and again. She thought that she had done a lot and should be able to change many people and help many people overcome difficulties.

But on her way back from Lingnan, she saw many people, and even though she didn't stop for long, she still saw many things that she hadn't discovered before.

What she called a lot was still very little in the entire Daxia.

After all, the feeling of reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles is different.

"Sir, you traveled all over Daxia and wrote those travel notes. Did you have the same feeling as you have now?" Lin Jin looked up at him.

Not only did Song Shiqiu suffer hardships when he was young, he was also one of the few officials who had traveled throughout Daxia. He had personally witnessed the sufferings of those people and seen all kinds of things in the world, so this person was different from many people.

Lin Jin was wondering what Song Shiqiu's emotions were back then. Was it because of this belief that supported Song Shiqiu for so long? Even though he sat in a position where many people would be blinded by interests, Song Shiqiu's determination did not change at all.

Not afraid of floating clouds to cover his eyes, he is at the highest level by himself.

Isn't this poem by Mr. Linchuan also a portrayal of Song Shiqiu?

"That's about right." Song Shiqiu rubbed Lin Jin's head. "Jin, you just need to know that you have done enough now. There is no need to compare yourself with anyone. It is already great that you can have such a wish."

How many people don't even have a compassionate heart, let alone be willing to do things for the people.

It is normal that the rich have wine and meat, while the poor freeze to death on the streets.

"You're right. I can't always think about these things. Thinking about these things will only affect my mood. I need to focus on my own affairs." Lin Jin patted his face, trying to wake himself up and stop thinking about these useless things.

Internal friction is a real waste of time. Instead of wasting time, it is better to use the time to rest and replenish your energy.

"I'll rest first. You should also rest early, sir." Lin Jin waved at Song Shiqiu and hurried to go to bed. Song Shiqiu looked at her back, feeling helpless.

Lin Jin brought herself back to the state of racing against time when she was in her senior year of high school. She set the alarm on the system every day and timed everything no matter what happened.

Because the white oil paper that Song Shiqiu had someone send over was still a bit thick, she improved the formula of the oil paper, and with the help of the craftsmanship of those old craftsmen, she was able to make oil paper that met the standards.

"System, do you think this oil paper can be used as a substitute for plastic film?" Lin Jin looked at the oil paper in his hand, which was tough enough to be unbreakable and translucent. "Oh, I'm stupid. No matter whether it works or not, I have to give it a try to know."

She put the oil paper aside and went to the other side. In addition to the oil paper, she also improved the papermaking technique.

Although the ancient papermaking method of Cai Lun was used in this era, which made the price of paper no longer sky-high, many people still could not afford it.

Lin Jin remembered this matter when she saw Song Shiqiu stroking the paper of the book pages many times that day. Nowadays, the materials for making paper are still tree bark, hemp heads and other raw materials, but in fact there are still many materials that have not been discovered.

Pre-treatment of raw materials is also a factor, and Lin Jin has made improvements to all of these.

The material she chose most was bamboo. Bamboo is not a tree but a grass. It grows very fast and is not a big deal to use. She looked at the brand new bamboo paper and touched the texture of it. Although it was not as good as modern technology, it would definitely be no problem for writing.

"How is the output of bamboo paper? Compared with before?" Lin Jin asked.

"The output of bamboo paper is comparable to before, but it feels better than before." When the papermaking workers heard her ask this, they thought that the lower output was due to their poor skills.

Lin Jin laughed: "That's right, but it's okay, bamboo can be grown anywhere and is easier to get than tree bark."

The number of years it takes for a tree to grow before its bark can be extracted, and the quality of the two raw materials can be immediately seen.