Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qingyuan changed into a ocher red robe and rushed to attend the third baptism of Natu's daughter.

Red is the auspicious color on the grassland. Song Qingyuan went to participate in such a ceremony, not wanting to dress too plainly.

But he seldom wears such dark-colored robes on weekdays. Jiang Duo searched for a long time before he found such a robe with a similar color.

Song Qingyuan brought the gift that Jiang Duo had prepared yesterday. As soon as he arrived at the place, Natu enthusiastically pulled him to the main seat, and asked Grandma to bring the child over for him to have a look at.

In the swaddle, a white and clean baby was lying inside, blinking at him, looking very cute.

Grandma smiled at Song Qingyuan: "This child doesn't like to cry, but he is very well-behaved."

Song Qingyuan nodded, quite agreeing with Grandma's point of view.He handed the brocade box to Natu and asked, "Does the child have a name?"

Natu didn't say no to Song Qingyuan, he readily took Song Qingyuan's letter, nodded and said, "Yes, it's Wulunzhu."

Ulunzhu is a kind of brightly colored small flower on wood and grassland. The name is quite good.

Song Qingyuan repeated it in a low voice, and praised with a smile: "This name is really nice."

Natu smiled shyly.There was still some time before the three ceremonies began, so he couldn't let the guests just sit in their seats and wait, so he said, "Your Highness is coming to the grassland for the first time, why don't you let me show His Highness around?"

Song Qingyuan nodded, and followed the crowd out of the tent.

There is an oxbow lake behind where Natu lives. He wanted to take Song Qingyuan there to have a look, but he didn't expect Song Qingyuan to stop in front of a pile of cut weeds.

Each of these weeds is less than one meter long. The long and narrow leaves are slightly withered and curled up, and there are still clods on the roots. They should have been dug up by the herdsmen and piled up here.

"What kind of grass is this?" Song Qingyuan turned to look at the person behind him.

"Your Highness, this is the drunken horse grass that people dug out from the pasture." Someone replied aloud.

What a drunken horse.Song Qingyuan thought in his heart, it was as expected.

Seeing that he wanted to approach and study carefully, everyone hurriedly persuaded: "Your Highness, be careful, this drunken horse grass is very poisonous!"

"That's right, several horses in my family were poisoned to death by accidentally eating drunken horse grass." Someone in the crowd echoed.

Song Qingyuan nodded.He knew that everyone had good intentions, but now he urgently needed to confirm whether the grass in front of him was the same plant as the drunken horse grass in his previous life.

Even in later generations, drunken horse grass is the enemy of the grassland.Not only because this grass contains a variety of toxic alkaloids, livestock are easily poisoned and die after eating it by mistake.It is also because their vitality is too strong, growing and multiplying in patches, constantly squeezing the living space of the rest of the grass.

Song Qingyuan squatted on the ground and observed for a long time, and finally confirmed that the plant in front of him was a famous poisonous weed in later generations.

He stood up, looked at the people behind him, and asked, "Did this drunk horse grass affect everyone's life?"

Seeing Song Qingyuan's question, they complained in one go: "The impact is huge! The cattle and sheep of many people in our tribe were poisoned to death by drunken horse grass. Not only that, if the grass cannot be removed by the roots in time, It will grow even crazier next year!"

Song Qingyuan looked at the grass roots tens of centimeters long on the ground, frowned and said, "But if we uproot them, the land will be destroyed, right?"

People nodded hurriedly, and an older man sighed and replied: "Your Highness is absolutely right! The land on our grasslands is not fertile at all. If we dig up a large area of ​​drunken horse grass by the roots, it will take less than half a year. , that area has become a desert, and no pasture grows anymore. Moreover, digging the grass is very laborious, and sometimes it takes a day to remove the drunken horse grass in a small area."

It's really not right to dig, and it's not right not to dig.

Song Qingyuan also sighed, it seems that the drunk horse grass has caused great trouble to the people of the Muhe tribe.

If weeding a large area, it will not only lead to the degradation of the grassland, but also be extremely laborious.But if it is not removed, it will spread wildly and invade the grassland.

However, even for later generations with extremely advanced technology, it still takes a lot of effort to deal with poisonous weeds, let alone the current Muhe tribe.

Song Qingyuan thought for a while, and said to the boy: "Call the doctor who is accompanying me."

The little servant took the order to leave, and everyone asked with some doubts: "What is your Highness planning to do?"

Song Qingyuan blinked, but did not answer, but asked someone to cut a drunken horse weed.

The doctor quickly ran over. It was the doctor who helped Baoyin give birth that day.

Natu also invited him to attend the child's third baptism, but he was invited here by Song Qingyuan's servant as soon as he entered the tent.

"Your Highness called me?" The doctor looked at Song Qingyuan and the surrounding people and scratched his head in doubt.

Song Qingyuan handed him the drunken horse grass that he had just cut, and asked, "Do you know this kind of grass?"

The doctor was from the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and because Song Qingyuan gave him several prescriptions, he followed him to the land of Mobei.

This is your first time in Mobei, so naturally you don't know Drunken Horse Grass.The doctor shook his head, tentatively asked: "Could it be that this thing can be used as medicine?"

He was speculating casually, but he didn't expect to get an affirmative answer from Song Qingyuan.

This time, not only the doctor, but even the people surrounding him were shocked.

Who would have thought that the poisonous weed that had poisoned countless of their livestock could be used as medicine?

But this is not the first time that doctors who have experienced Song Qingyuan's modern medical education have seen such a situation.Therefore, he was only surprised for a moment, then reacted, and leaned closer to observe the drunken horse grass in Song Qingyuan's hand.

"This herb has the effects of anesthesia, sedation, and pain relief." Song Qingyuan said suddenly.

The doctor raised his head eagerly and looked at Song Qingyuan, "How can this herb be used as medicine?"

He is a drug addict.The reason for following Song Qingyuan all the way is to learn medical knowledge from his side that is not available until now.

Song Qingyuan thought for a while, and then said: "Drunken horse grass is [-] cents, xiangjiapi is [-] cents, ground wolfberry is [-] cents, decocted in water."

"What is Xiangjiapi?" asked the person in front of him.

Song Qingyuan was stunned for a moment. The Drunken Horse Grass with the same name as his previous life made him forget the world he was in now. Many herbs he knew in his previous life may not exist in this era.

But what if it's just a different name?

With this mentality in mind, Song Qingyuan tentatively said, "Then do you know Yangtaozhi?"

Seeing the doctor nodding, Song Qingyuan heaved a sigh of relief.Fortunately, it's just called differently, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do.

"Xiangjiapi is star fruit tip." He explained to the doctor.

"I see."

Hearing the words, the person in front of him lowered his head and thought about the properties of the medicine for a long time before hesitantly said: "Can this prescription cure joint pain?"

Song Qingyuan nodded approvingly, and said with a smile: "That's right, if you directly decoct Drunken Horse Grass into your mouth and spit it out after rinsing, it can also treat tooth pain."

Before the doctor could speak, someone in the crowd said loudly: "Is what His Highness said true? Can this poisonous weed really be used as medicine?"

"Of course." Song Qingyuan nodded.

The man stepped forward, "I happen to have a severe toothache these days, can your Highness let me try?"

Song Qingyuan glanced at him, handed the drunk horse grass to the doctor beside him, and motioned him to make a decoction.

"This drunken horse grass is highly poisonous, how dare you try it directly, and you are not afraid that I will deceive you?" Song Qingyuan asked.

There was an extremely hearty smile on the man's face, and he replied carelessly: "Your Highness is the third prince of King Yan. It is not easy to want the lives of ordinary people like us, so it takes so much trouble. Besides, His Highness has killed us for no reason. What am I doing?"

Song Qingyuan was also amused by his simple logic, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't harm you."

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the doctor finally brought the decocted medicine and handed it to the man who just said he would try it.

He was about to open his mouth to drink it when he heard Song Qingyuan order: "Remember not to swallow it, spit it out after gargling."

The man nodded, drank it without hesitation, rinsed his mouth "snoring", and then spat it out on the ground.

Several times in a row, the soup in the bowl quickly bottomed out.

Someone in the crowd couldn't wait any longer, and urged: "Aoda, you should say something! Will it work or not?"

The man named Ao Da glanced at him, spit out the last mouthful of soup, touched his right cheek in shock, and said loudly, "It doesn't seem to hurt much anymore!"

He stared at Song Qingyuan with wide eyes, but saw a clear smile on his face.

The onlookers were stunned at the same place as Aoda at first, and then there was a burst of intense exclamation.

Who would have thought that the poisonous weeds that had caused countless troubles to them on the grassland would one day turn into medicinal herbs for curing diseases!

The crowd didn't care about etiquette and dignity, so they quickly surrounded Song Qingyuan and asked excitedly: "Your Highness, will taking drunken horse grass with the prescription you just mentioned can also cure diseases and not kill people?" ah?"

Song Qingyuan was still not used to the straightforward enthusiasm of the grassland people, and nodded a little helplessly, "As long as you take it according to the dosage, it can cure the disease and it won't be harmful to people."

Hearing this, excited chatter broke out among the crowd.

They live on horseback all year round, which would have caused damage to the joints.The weather on the grassland is extremely cold, and the cold wind blows year after year. Most of them will suffer from joint diseases after getting old.If it's a rainy day, it's even more painful.

Now with Song Qingyuan's prescription, I don't know how many people can be saved from pain.

"Your Highness, you..." Natu, who was standing beside him, moved his lips, excitedly not knowing what to say.

He himself often suffers from joint pain and cannot sleep at night.Now that Song Qingyuan has turned the poisonous weed that hurt people into a good medicine for curing diseases, he really doesn't know how to thank him for himself and the people of the tribe.

"Don't worry about this." Song Qingyuan patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Wu Lunzhu's three baptisms are about to start, so hurry up and take everyone back to the account."

Natu nodded emphatically, "I brewed the wine myself, if Your Highness doesn't mind it, come and taste it."

Song Qingyuan nodded gently.Someone in the crowd immediately laughed and said: "Your Highness, you don't know that Natu is very stingy. Normally, if we want to drink a sip of wine from him, it is really rare!"

"you do not say!"

"But the wine brewed by Natu is really delicious!"

……

Song Qingyuan walked back to the big tent surrounded by the crowd and laughing.

The news that the third prince of Yanyun had turned the poisonous drunken horse grass into herbal medicine, which can be used to treat joint and tooth pain, spread throughout the entire Muhe tribe in a short while.

At first, people were a little skeptical, but they were soon convinced by the testimony of countless people present.

Isn't this nonsense?Some people have personally tried to prove the efficacy of the medicine, and they don't believe it.

Soon, the drunken horse grass near the camp of the Muhe Tribe was snatched up.

And Song Qingyuan, who caused all this, was walking towards his big tent at this time.The servants behind him each held a large wine jar in their arms.

What was contained in it was the wine that Natu insisted on seeing that Song Qingyuan liked it.

Song Qingyuan didn't want to accept it at first, after all, in this era, wine is also a very valuable item.

But he couldn't stand the people on the grassland who were too enthusiastic and sincere, so it was hard for him to refuse, so he had to ask his followers to hug him back.

"Why did Your Highness bring back so much wine?" Jiang Duo asked with some doubts when he saw this.

He has been watching the little lion in his tent for the past few days, fearing that it will run out and scare the people.So don't know what's going on outside.

Song Qingyuan waved his hand, and explained concisely: "The people in the tribe gave it to me as a thank you, and you take it away. When you leave the Muhe tribe after a while, remember to take it with you."

Jiang Duo responded, and listened to Song Qingyuan's order: "Call Liu Si for me by the way."

Liu Si was the steward who was in charge of Zhuangshang Yiying in the Southern Zhou Dynasty. He also prepared the papermaking workshop of Daxiangguo Temple with Master Nianci.Now he also came to Mobei with Song Qingyuan.

Liu Si was called here mainly because Song Qingyuan suddenly remembered that the stems of drunk horse grass could also be used to make paper.

However, before Liu Si came, an "uninvited guest" appeared in Song Qingyuan's tent.

It was Muhe, the leader of the tribe, Amur, who had been quite displeased with him before.

As soon as Amur came in, he apologized for his previous misunderstanding and rudeness to Song Qingyuan.

He was too reckless before, because of the rumors he heard from Nan Zhou and other tribes, he had a prejudice against Song Qingyuan.

It wasn't until I listened to the subordinate's report just now that I knew that the other party helped them solve a big problem for Muhe tribe.

The other party's sincere attitude made Song Qingyuan's dissatisfaction dissipate a lot.

Otherwise, why can people sit firmly in the position of leader for decades, not only able to bend and stretch, but also dare to admit mistakes.

He also didn't want to hold on to the previous conflict, so he accepted Amur's apology with a smile.

"My subordinates and I are still experimenting with the subsequent use of Drunken Horse Grass. However, as far as the current medicine is used to treat joint pain, the Muhe Tribe still needs two medicinal materials: sheep peach shoots and ground wolfberry. I remember that there is ground wolfberry in Mobei. But sheep peach shoots have to be purchased from Yanyun and Nanzhou." Song Qingyuan analyzed the usage of Drunken Horse Grass to Amur in a leisurely manner.

"That's right, sheep peach shoots are not very common in Mobei." Amur nodded, listening to Song Qingyuan's words while sitting upright.

"But correspondingly, the medicinal material Drunken Horse Grass is also unique to Mobei. Carambola shoots are not a rare thing, but Drunken Horse Grass is very effective in calming pain."

Nowadays, because of working all year round, people can't keep up with the heat preservation measures, and they have more or less joint problems.

Therefore, this medicinal material should be needed by many people.

Amur looked pensive and asked, "Does this mean that Mobei can decide the price of this medicinal material?"

Song Qingyuan glanced at him and nodded, "That's right. But since it's a medicine for curing diseases, I still hope that the price will not be too high, otherwise it will be the common people who will suffer in the end."

Amur looked at Song Qingyuan opposite him with some surprise.He found that the third prince of Yanyun was really a strange person.

He was born in Yanyun, but he did not repel the people of Mobei because he was not of the same race as him, instead he tried his best to help them.

But he did not become hostile to the people of other countries just because he was in Mobei and cooperated with the King of Mobei.

His love for the people does not change half because of their identities.

In fairness, Amur himself could not treat all the people equally like the man in front of him.But he sincerely admires this kind of person with great love.

Amur solemnly promised Song Qingyuan that he would keep the price of drunk horse grass within a reasonable range.

Song Qingyuan nodded, "In that case, I will inform the patriarch when my subordinates and I have researched other uses of Drunken Horse Grass."

"Okay, if His Highness needs the Muhe Tribe to do something, my family will definitely not refuse." Amur said seriously.

After seeing off Amur, Song Qingyuan began to think about the possibility of using drunk horse grass to make paper.

In his previous life, he only glanced at the relevant information by chance, and remembered that it recorded many advantages of the drunken horse grass paper.For example, it is easy to cut, the pulp quality is good, and the beating time is short.But not familiar with the specific method of operation.

However, Liu Si and his craftsmen already had rich experience in papermaking in the Southern Zhou Dynasty.On this basis, it should not be a big problem to experiment a few more times.

Song Qingyuan suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Lian Ti at the bonfire party the day before yesterday.At that time, I was also worried because there were no trees in Mobei to make paper.Unexpectedly, within two days, the ready-made raw materials were delivered to him.

It's just that if you want to write on horseback, the paper you make must be strong and durable enough.But in this way, the cost of papermaking is greatly increased, and it still cannot be widely promoted.

Song Qingyuan sighed, just as he was tangled up, someone lifted the curtain and walked in.

"What do you want your Highness to tell you?" Liu Si saluted Song Qingyuan and asked.

Song Qingyuan explained his plan to Liu Si in detail.

Liu thought for a while before opening his mouth: "This matter should not be difficult. Your Highness will give you half a month, and you will be able to make this new paper."

Song Qingyuan nodded and comforted himself: Even if paper and charcoal pencils cannot be promoted in Mobei, the price of paper is high anyway, so it can be transported to Southern Zhou to sell for money, right?

Just when he adjusted his mentality and was about to finalize some material details with Liu Si, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a half-foot-long wooden board pinned to his waist.

Song Qingyuan pointed to the board and asked curiously, "What is that?"

Liu Si followed Song Qingyuan's gaze and looked over, smiled and untied the wooden board around his waist, handed it to Song Qingyuan, and explained: "When papermaking was exploring the proportion of fillers, I accidentally produced a batch of waste paper that was too thin and easy to break. I was reluctant to waste it, so I kept this batch of paper, and found that as long as I put some hard objects underneath, it can be used as usual. But other things are easily stained by ink, so I found a wooden board, which is also convenient to carry.”

Song Qingyuan looked at the wooden board that Liu Si handed over.I saw that the upper and lower sides of the board were tied with ropes made of beef tendon to fix the paper on it, and a hole was punched next to it, and the rope was put on.

He suddenly realized, isn't this just an ancient folder!

Why worry about how to make paper stronger?As long as the person who writes prepares a wooden board for a short time, it will be fine.

After putting on the rope, the board can be hung directly on the horse, and it can be taken off when in use, which is very convenient.

Not only that, but the wood board can also protect the paper...

Song Qingyuan thought uncontrollably.

Liu Si saw that he suddenly realized, and asked hesitantly: "Your Highness... what did you think of?"

Song Qingyuan laughed, stood up and patted Liu Si on the shoulder, "It's really ingenious. Thanks to you, I solved a big problem for me."

"Ah?" Liu Si scratched his head in doubt.

Although he didn't know where he helped His Highness, since Song Qingyuan was happy, he was also satisfied.

Liu Si followed Song Qingyuan's thoughts and said, "Then this subordinate went to lead someone to try papermaking first?"

With a wave of his hand, Song Qingyuan agreed to Liu Si's resignation.He still did not forget to ask: "If there is something missing, go to the leader of Amur and ask for it. Don't be polite."

Since Amur has said that he will do his best to help, then he is not in vain.

Liu Si left in a daze.And Song Qingyuan, who had solved a problem that had troubled him for a long time, happily asked Jiang Duo to tell Lian Ti about the solution, while he hugged the little lion named "Big Orange" and went to take a nap happily.

Just when Liu Si made the first batch of paper, Qin Zizhen came back with a team of people.

"Your Highness, what you have told me has been done."

Song Qingyuan looked at the goods on several cars behind Qin Zizhen, couldn't help but patted Qin Zizhen on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, you should take a rest for a few days during this period, and let me take care of anything."

One can imagine Qin Zizhen's hard work in transporting so many goods without disturbing his elder brother.It's not too much for Song Qingyuan to give him a long vacation.

After getting the food, Song Qingyuan went to the big tent to discuss the transaction with Amur.

The Muhe tribe is now stationed deep in the grassland, and those who come here for the first time cannot find where they are.Therefore, when he sent someone to meet Qin Zizhen and his party, Amur knew Song Qingyuan's intentions.

Seeing someone coming, he hurriedly welcomed Song Qingyuan into the tent, and invited him to sit in the chief seat.

Song Qingyuan knew in his heart why Amur took him so enthusiastically.Aside from the fact that he helped the people solve the drunk horse grass a few days ago, there is also the reason for this batch of goods.

Because the exchange market was established in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, if they wanted to exchange goods from the Central Plains, they had to cross mountains and ridges to transport the goods out of Mobei.However, most of the goods they use for trading are living creatures such as cattle, sheep and livestock, which are greatly lost during transportation.

Now that Song Qingyuan took the initiative to bring the grain over, wouldn't they be able to exchange the same livestock for more grain?Therefore, Amur's enthusiasm for him is not exaggerated.

"According to the situation in previous years, the sheep were sold in the Southern Zhou Dynasty. On average, one sheep can be exchanged for less than one stone of corn."

Rao knew that the road loss was serious, and Song Qingyuan was still a little surprised when he learned this figure.

Now a sheep weighs about two to three hundred catties, and according to the prices in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, it is worth at least five hundred Wen.And even though the price of grain has risen year by year in recent years, the price of corn is only more than ten dollars a bucket.

Ten buckets are one stone.At this price, a sheep can be exchanged for at least three or four stones of corn.

Such loss is too serious.Song Qingyuan couldn't help sighing.

Seeing Song Qingyuan sigh, Amur couldn't help the sadness in his tone, "Your Highness now knows why Mobei has a difficult winter, it's because the loss on the road is too much!"

Song Qingyuan nodded, "What about the cow? Will it be better?"

In the Central Plains, cattle are mostly used to cultivate land, and few people are willing to kill them for meat.Therefore, the price of beef should be more expensive.

Amur shook his head: "Although the beef in the Southern Zhou Dynasty is expensive, it can sell for seven or eight yuan a catty. But the size of the cattle is also bigger, and it is more inconvenient to transport. There are dried meat for sale, but the taste is not good. Well, it’s not very popular in Southern Zhou either.”

Song Qingyuan lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "If that's the case, how about exchanging corn for the tribe's cattle at the price of seven cents a catty?"

Amur looked up at Song Qingyuan in surprise.He thought he would be satisfied if he could exchange half of the price for the corn in Song Qingyuan's hands, but he didn't expect Song Qingyuan to directly give him an unimaginable price.

"Your Highness will lose money in this way... I know His Highness is kind, but I only need half the price." Amor said sincerely.

Song Qingyuan waved his hand, "The leader doesn't have to worry about me, the food won't affect me."

After hearing this, Amur looked at the opposite side with even more eager eyes.

Originally, he admired Song Qingyuan because of what happened before, but he didn't expect that the third prince of Yanyun was not only talented, but also so rich.

"I'm sorry to offend you. I don't know how your Highness has so much food?" Amur asked sincerely.

It's not that he doesn't believe Song Qingyuan, it's just that this matter is too unbelievable.

The Muhe tribe is next to the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and Amur knows a thing or two about the affairs of the Central Plains.

He remembered that Yanyun's prince didn't have any real power, and Song Qingyuan was a proton who was forced to go to the Southern Zhou Dynasty, how could he be so rich.

Curiosity drove him to look at Song Qingyuan eagerly, trying to get an answer.

Unexpectedly, the person on the opposite side blinked at him and said something in a very standard Huye language.

It was what Rilianti told him that day—the secret buried underground forever.

When Amur saw this, he didn't delve into it any further, but changed the question and asked, "Why does Your Highness want so much beef?"

Qin Zizhen brought over a hundred shi of corn during this trip, and replaced them with cattle, and the beef alone would have weighed two to three thousand catties.Amur really couldn't imagine what Song Qingyuan wanted so many cows for.

Song Qingyuan smiled and looked at Amur, "When the Muhe tribe trades with Nanzhou in the future, every cow can be sold at its original price."

Hearing this, Amur looked at Song Qingyuan suspiciously.

It's not that he doesn't believe Song Qingyuan, but unless the other party can make these cows grow wings and fly over the mountains and grasslands between Mobei and Nanzhou, otherwise the cows will definitely lose most of them on the road.

Song Qingyuan didn't make much excuses, but calmly ordered the accompanying people to follow Amur's subordinates to make deals.

Before he left, Amur's deep voice came from behind him: "Although I don't know what Your Highness is going to do, Amur still represents the people of the Muhe Tribe, and thank you for your dedication during this period of time."

After Song Qingyuan left, Amur sat in the tent and meditated for a long time.

Seeing this, the subordinate lowered his head and asked, "Do you think the words of the third prince Yanyun are credible?"

"I don't know whether I should believe it or not." Amur shook his head hesitantly, and said slowly: "If it were an ordinary person, I would definitely not believe it at all. After all, we have traded with the Central Plains in this way for so many years. Nobody can change that. But..."

But the other party is Song Qingyuan!

Amur's voice stopped suddenly.Before the subordinate could ask, he suddenly took out a stack of flexible, slightly yellowed paper from the wooden box on the table.

Seeing doubts from the subordinates, Amur handed over the paper and said, "What do you think of this paper?"

The subordinate observed carefully for a while, then said after deliberation: "Although it is not as white as the paper I have seen before, it seems to be more delicate, smoother and thicker."

Amur nodded, and asked again: "What if it is sold in the Southern Zhou Dynasty?"

"That must be able to sell for a good price." The subordinate's tone was firm.

Amur put the paper back, sighed and said, "Then you know, this paper was made by the one who used the drunken horse grass in the wasteland."

"It turned out to be made by him!" The subordinate couldn't help exclaiming for a moment.

Before, someone deliberately framed Song Qingyuan with an iron needle, trying to provoke his relationship with Mobei.

Therefore, in order to prevent those who are interested in making trouble again, Song Qingyuan asked Liu Si to conduct this experiment on a wasteland far away from the crowd.Except for Lian Ti, no one in Mobei knew about Song Qingyuan's plan.

It wasn't until Liu Si sent back the first batch of paper today that Song Qingyuan stopped hiding it from everyone and sent them all to Amur.

"Exactly." Amur nodded, feeling a little emotional for a while.

I thought it would be difficult to get this useless poisonous weed to be used as medicine, but I didn't expect that it could be used to make expensive paper.The subordinates secretly sighed in their hearts.

"Drunken horse grass can be seen everywhere in the wasteland of our tribe. If it can be used to make paper, wouldn't it be a huge profit?" He said.

Amor nodded, and his subordinates continued: "Drunken horse grass can be used by His Highness the Third Prince to make paper. Then what he said to reduce the loss on the way, so that the cattle can be sold at a good price, may also come true! "

Amur nodded thoughtfully.Isn't Song Qingyuan's current method the legendary magic touch?

Now he finally understands why Lian Ti exchanged three cities for Song Qingyuan to come to Mobei even though he took huge risks and pressure from countless tribes.

This rumored Yan Yun proton is really not an ordinary person!

With him here, Mobei might change soon... Amur was secretly startled.

But in fact, the ideas of Amur and others went astray. Although Song Qingyuan wanted to exchange their cattle and sheep for the food that should have been exchanged, he didn't want to focus on reducing the loss during transportation.

Losses during transportation are unavoidable, especially for live livestock, which are more likely to die of illness on the road due to long-distance travel.

To reduce costs in this area, Song Qingyuan must build roads and improve transportation... These are not things that Mobei can do now, and it takes too long.

Therefore, the plan is to process fresh beef into cooked foods such as beef jerky, jerky, and meat floss, so as to increase the price of beef and reduce the loss on the road.

After several days of consideration, Song Qingyuan finally chose the meat floss.

The main reason is that beef jerky needs to be dried in the sun for a long time, and it is too late to start making it now.And jerky needs a lot of sugar to taste.Sugar is still an expensive luxury now, and the cost of making jerky is too high, so it is not suitable for large-scale promotion.

It just so happens that the production cost of meat floss is also low, and it takes a short time, which is most suitable for Mobei now.

Although it is more troublesome to do, it is not unacceptable.And if the meat floss is fried enough, it can be stored for at least two months in this kind of weather.

After determining the target, Song Qingyuan first asked his subordinates to prepare dozens of catties of beef for him as a test product.

The cauldron was placed not far from his tent.Before Song Qingyuan had time to direct his subordinates to work, many people volunteered to help him add firewood and water.

In their hearts, it is no exaggeration to say that Song Qingyuan is the most honored guest of their tribe.

Therefore, seeing Song Qingyuan was about to do something, many people gathered around and offered to help.

Song Qingyuan didn't want to disobey everyone's kindness, so he ordered them to remove the fat, and then cut the remaining red meat into thin slices half a centimeter thick.

"Your Highness, what are you going to do?" Someone asked while cutting the meat.

Song Qingyuan sat on the stool that grandma brought for him, and explained: "Have you heard of a snack called meat floss?"

"No." The man shook his head.

Song Qingyuan smiled and said: "It's okay, I can eat it later."

The cut beef should be soaked in water for about an hour.Soaking for a long time can effectively remove the peculiar smell in the beef and make the meat floss taste better.

While waiting, Song Qingyuan asked Jiang Duo to take out the spices brought back by Qin Zizhen and grind them into a fine powder in a mortar.

The spices of this era have not been transported into cooking in large quantities.Most of them are still lying in the small medicine cabinets of the pharmacy, waiting for the people who come to see the doctor.

These kinds of spices were found by Song Qingyuan after visiting several pharmacies and carefully checking and identifying them.

After a bag of spices is ground, the beef is almost soaked.Song Qingyuan ordered someone to fish it out, throw it together with green onion, ginger and rice wine into a boiling cauldron, and cook for 10 minutes.

Song Qingyuan looked at the undulating slices of meat in the pot, and couldn't help sighing: As expected of a tribe that slices meat all year round, the knife skills are really good.

Seeing Song Qingyuan staring at the sliced ​​meat, the uncle who was stirring the sliced ​​meat in the pot with a long spoon said: "Your Highness should entrust us to do this kind of thing. If nothing else, just slice the meat. The people in our tribe Everyone is a master!"

Song Qingyuan nodded with a smile, what he said was not false at all.Even though the meat in the pot was cut by different people, the thickness of each slice is very uniform, even the size is almost the same.

After all the meat in the pot is cooked, put them all in cold water to wash off the foam, and cook them again until they are soft and rotten.

After half an hour, the cooked and cooled meat appeared on the chopping board in front of Song Qingyuan.It was crushed into minced meat with a rolling pin by several young and strong boys.

"What should I do next?" Everyone asked.

"Mix the prepared seasoning into the meat first." Song Qingyuan said while standing up from the bench.

The next step is to return the beef to the pot and fry the meat over low heat to dry out the moisture.

This step determines the quality of the final product. Song Qingyuan did not dare to be sloppy, and carefully observed the color of the beef in the pot and the degree of heat.

The color of the meat in the pot became darker and darker, and the aroma of beef and seasonings began to waft out.

All the onlookers couldn't help swallowing their saliva, they didn't expect the food made by His Highness to be so delicious.Just smelling it makes them salivate.

When the beef was almost fried, Song Qingyuan asked someone to take them out.

Someone couldn't wait to ask: "Your Highness, it's done."

Song Qingyuan shook his head with a smile and said, "Not yet, there is one last step left."

I saw that the gradually cooled beef gradually became fine and fluffy under people's kneading, but it was not completely turned into powder, and there were still fibers like slender shreds of meat connected between them, showing an attractive color.

Song Qingyuan observed carefully for a while, and after confirming that it was not much different from the meat floss he had eaten in his previous life, he asked someone to take a bowl and asked everyone to come and taste the meat floss together.

Everyone impatiently dug a large spoonful of meat floss and stuffed it into their mouths, without even bothering to sigh, they were carefully tasting the food in their mouths.

The meat floss in the mouth is soft in the mouth, but it is a bit crispy. After chewing carefully, you can feel the texture of the beef.

"Your Highness, this meat