Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 295 Gift

"How many people do you have under your command?"

When Cheng Qiao heard what Song Chunlin said, she immediately felt that there was a way, and she reported the number of people to the other party immediately. Dou Duhu was also excited, and seeing that Song Chunlin had taken on the matter, he didn't care about it anymore. He just asked people to take the medicinal materials to the wounded soldiers' camp and let the pharmacists prepare them while they were still fresh.

Hearing the number of people Cheng Qiao mentioned, Song Chunlin frowned and thought. He actually hadn't thought about what so many people were needed for. As for farming, those girls and boys would be enough. People from the Ministry of Agriculture would also go over to help. After all, they also needed to observe the crops closely.

Dou Duhu came over to remind him at this time: "Young Master Song, oh no, it's the Guardian Archer Young Master Song, you must be here to build a winery. The Grand Marshal wrote to me and asked me to cooperate with you in everything."

Song Chunlin suddenly had an idea: "Yes, yes, yes, I want to build a winery. I have already chosen the location, which is near my vineyard. However, the winery does not need many people. Since Madam Cheng said that she has people under her, why not give them all to me? I will arrange for them to help me patrol the vineyard."

Dou Duhu frowned when he heard what he said: "But someone went to your vineyard to cause trouble?"

Song Chunlin shook his head. "Of course there is no trouble, but if there is no trouble now, there may be no trouble in the future. I only have two dogs, and I may have to expand the scale in the future. Tsk, anyway, I have to build the winery first, and the rest is up to you, Dou Duhu."

Dou Duhu's eyes widened. "How did this become my business again? You can't just leave tomorrow, right?"

"That's of course impossible, but I plan to stay here for only one month and leave after one month."

"So fast?"

"A month?"

Dou Duhu and Cheng Qiao were surprised to know that Song Chunlin would only stay for a month. They thought he would stay for a while longer, at least half a year, but only for a month? The winery might not even have the walls built yet, and he had to go back. Didn't he want to stay and supervise?

Song Chunlin spread his hands and said, "I can't help it. My parents asked me to do that. They won't be happy if I stay out for too long."

Dou Duhu and Cheng Qiao were both speechless, thinking that this boy didn't look like the kind of person who would be obedient.

As for what happened next, Song Chunlin pulled out the brothers Fang Chen and Fang Yi, pointed at them and introduced them to Cheng Qiao: "Come, meet them, these are my subordinates, and Dou Duhu also knows them. I will leave all the matters in the future to them. Madam Cheng, if anyone from your side comes over, just go find these two brothers, they are my spokespersons."

No one knew what a spokesperson meant, but they understood the meaning. Cheng Qiao knew that the matter would not be resolved so quickly, but since Song Chunlin had spoken, Dou Duhu would not sit idly by. After getting the confirmation, Cheng Qiao became eager to return home. Song Chunlin saw this and did not let her go, but asked her to wait a little longer.

"On your way back, turn around and follow me to the vineyard. I promised to give you a gift."

Cheng Qiao smiled slightly: "Since Young Master Song has said so, I will respectfully obey your order. By the way, I will also borrow Young Master Song's carriage for use. I will return it to you in two days."

Song Chunlin looked her up and down and asked, "Didn't you take a carriage? Did you come here on horseback?"

Cheng Qiao said without hesitation: "Of course it's riding a horse."

Song Chunlin thought, OK, women are just as good as men. He just said that he felt something was not right, it turned out that the person came here alone.

However, Cheng Qiao was alone when she came, and they didn't dare to leave her alone when she left. Song Chunlin asked Dou Duhu for two people. Coincidentally, Lu Jiming and Wu Ke were both in the city today. When they were called, they thought it was an urgent task. When they saw Song Chunlin standing in the yard, both of them had surprise on their faces.

"It's Young Master Song!"

"Young Master Song, why are you here?"

"When did you come?"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Where are you staying tonight? Is it still the government office?"

"Why live in a government office? Young Master Song has a vineyard, so of course he should live in the vineyard."

Lu Ji understood Wu Ke at a glance and felt that this big guy had eaten so much food in vain as he couldn't even think of this.

Song Chunlin found their bickering quite funny, and waited until they stopped talking before answering their questions one by one.

"I came here yesterday and stayed at the vineyard tonight. It's been a while since we last met. You two look very energetic."

Speaking of this, Wu Ke puffed out his chest proudly: "Of course, I have to thank Young Master Song for saving my life. If you hadn't saved me, we would have been brothers in the underworld now."

Lu Jiming obviously disliked Wu Ke, this 'brother': "Who is your brother? Stop trying to get close to him."

Wu Ke also rolled his eyes, but because the two of them often quarreled in the military camp, he was completely immune to Lu Jiming's sharp tongue. He turned to ask what Song Chunlin wanted them to come over.

Song Chunlin smiled and said, "I'm looking for you for something good. Come, this is Cheng Qiao, Madam Cheng, you should have heard of her."

Cheng Qiao stepped forward and saluted the two: "Wanshan, Cheng Qiao."

Lu Jiming and Wu Ke were both locals, so they naturally knew who Cheng Qiao was. They both admired the late General Cheng very much, and therefore respected Cheng Qiao very much.

"Lady Cheng will be back to Wanshan later. You two can go to the vineyard with me to help her deliver some things to Wanshan. And by the way, you can also help me check on how the fruit trees I planted are doing."

The group did not even have lunch before hurried back to the vineyard. In the yard, Fang Siyi was picking cotton seeds with the children. These were last year's cotton, the Fang family's own share, so Fang Siyi left some for last, and would get some when she had free time. By winter, most of the cotton would be picked, and it would be just right to use them to make cotton-padded clothes and quilts for the children.

When Fang Siyi heard the sound of a carriage outside, he knew that Song Chunlin and his companions had returned. He opened the gate and looked out, and saw a large group of people. There was not only Song Chunlin and his group of four, but also another strange girl, with Lu Jiming and Wu Ke who often came.

Lu Jiming and Wu Ke are also frequent visitors to the vineyard. When they have nothing to do, they will come here to stroll around, help out, patrol, etc. to ensure the safety of the vineyard.

Fang Siyi was very familiar with these two people, and they greeted each other in a familiar manner. He did not recognize the other girl, so Song Chunlin quickly introduced her: "This is Cheng Qiao, Madam Cheng."

Fang Siyi instantly understood who the other person was, and immediately smiled to welcome Cheng Qiao.

"Oh, I didn't know you were coming. You sit here first, I'll make two more dishes." Lunch was prepared early in the morning, and Fang Siyi even prepared some extra food, fearing that Song Chunlin would not be full. Now with three more people, the food was a little less, so he went to the kitchen without thinking, planning to make two more dishes.

Song Chunlin followed him in and told Fang Siyi not to rush, as he had already bought the vegetables and they were in the carriage, and he would just go and get the turntable later.

Fang Siyi naturally had no doubt about Song Chunlin's words, so there were ten more pancakes, a whole roast goose, and a plate of smashed cucumbers on the table.

There were no cucumbers in Baita City, so everyone present understood that this dish was brought by Song Chunlin.

Cheng Qiao and Fang Lanxin seemed to like the smashed cucumbers very much. They ate half a plate of them. Fang Si saw that her daughter liked it so much that she thought she must ask Song Chunlin for some seeds and plant a few in the yard so that her daughter could eat it whenever she wanted.

Lu Jiming and Wu Ke were eating with their mouths drooling. They had eaten the food in Song Chunlin's space before. At that time, Song Chunlin always said that he bought it in the city. But they had been in Baita City for so many years and had never eaten the kind of food that Song Chunlin brought out.

Tasting the similar flavor again today, they all kept shoveling rice into their mouths. Fang Chen and Fang Yi looked at the way they ate with disgust on their faces.

"You two should eat slowly. Don't act like there's no food in the barracks."

Wu Ke swallowed the roast goose in his mouth with difficulty and shook his head at Fang Chen: "You don't understand, this is different. You can't eat such delicious food in the military camp. Once Young Master Song leaves, you will not be able to eat it anymore."

Lu Jiming rarely disagreed with Wu Ke, but kept nodding his head, while his hands were busy putting food into his bowl.

After dinner, Song Chunlin asked everyone to pack gifts for Cheng Qiao. The most abundant gifts were the raisins and cotton in the cellar. Cheng Qiao's eyes almost popped out when she saw the several large baskets full of raisins and cotton.

Although she lived in Wanshan, she had heard about grapes and cotton a long time ago. She only knew that these things were obtained by the young master Song in front of her, but she never expected that this young master Song would be so generous. The raisins and cotton outside were sold at sky-high prices, but the other party actually sent a full cart. This cart of things was not cheaper than the cart of medicinal materials that Dou Duhu had.

Cheng Qiao was so shocked that she couldn't say anything. She had always thought that the other party was just giving her some small gadgets, and she also thought that Song Chunlin's request for Lu Jiming and Wu Ke to help escort the items was unnecessary. Now it seems that the three of them may not be able to protect this truck of things.

After a long time, Cheng Qiao finally found her voice. She asked Song Chunlin in a low voice: "Young Master Song, are you really going to give these things to me?"

Song Chunlin asked curiously, "Yes, is there anything wrong?"

Cheng Qiao's voice suddenly rose: "Of course this is not right. You don't know how much these two things can be sold for outside. Just these raisins, a small handful outside costs one or two taels of gold, and people can't even buy them. You gave me so many baskets, are you really not afraid that I will be robbed and killed on the way?"

Is it so expensive?

Song Chunlin looked at Fang Chen and Fang Yi, and the two brothers nodded.

"Madam Cheng is right. The raisins sold outside are indeed sold at a sky-high price. However, we did not sell them. Without your order, we just followed the usual practice and sent a batch to the Ministry of Agriculture and the government office. As for the cotton, except for the ones that had to be handed over and our share, we did not touch the rest. Oh, by the way, there are also the losses from the previous attempt to weave cloth. Apart from that, there is nothing else."

Song Chunlin thought to himself that it was no wonder that these things were sold at such high prices outside. It turned out that these two people had never thought of cashing in on them.

Forget it, if you don’t want to cash it out, then don’t cash it out. It’s good to eat with your own family.

So Song Chunlin said very generously: Take it, take as much as you can.

"Winter at the border is much colder than in the capital. Madam Cheng, you have many old and wounded soldiers under your command, and they cannot stand the cold. These cottons must be used as soon as they are grown. It would be a waste if they were eaten by insects for a long time. Take them. Make a few thin ones for everyone first, and they can be used when the weather gets cold. The raisins taste good. I have dozens of baskets in the cellar and I can't finish them all. You can help me share some of the burden by taking them away."

Since the other party had said so, it would be embarrassing to refuse, so Cheng Qiao happily accepted it.

"Then I would like to thank Young Master Song on behalf of those uncles."

Song Chunlin: "You're welcome. By the way, Lu Jiming, when you get there, remember to look for their general? Forget it, tell him clearly that these things are my personal reward to Madam Cheng, and only she can dispose of them personally. No one else can interfere. If he has any objections, just ask him to find Dou Duhu and me, and I will go and talk to him in person."

Lu Jiming and Wu Ke looked at each other, both with sly smiles in their eyes, and chuckled to each other, indicating that they knew everything.

After seeing Cheng Qiao and the others off, Song Chunlin was free again. Uncle Ding said that he could only bring Old Man Ding over tomorrow, so Song Chunlin decided to take a rest for the afternoon and take Dabao to have a good tour of the vineyard.

The last time I came to the vineyard, Dabao was still a little kid. Now he can come out and run around in the vineyard. For Dabao, who has planted so much land in the space, a small vineyard is still not enough.

I saw Dabao standing under a grape plant that was taller than him. He tilted his head and muttered, "It's so short. There are many taller ones in the space."

Song Chunlin was speechless after hearing this: "You have to understand that the land here is not as good as the land inside. The current growth is already considered good."

Dabao rarely did not refute, but he kept complaining in his heart: It would be strange if a family of three children with spiritual roots really killed the grapes.

The two walked back and forth in the vineyard. They walked quickly and visited the entire vineyard in one afternoon. Song Chunlin saw the grapes that Fang Chen and his team had just planted, as well as the grapes that had just been successfully grafted. He used his wood-related abilities to sort them out and found that the grapes were not only growing well, but also full of vitality. If the weather could remain so good this year, Song Chunlin could imagine a bumper harvest later.

"Not bad, not bad. You are worthy of being my little brother. Look at the crops on this land. They are quite similar to my teachings."

Dabao: “…” The master is so narcissistic, why didn’t I notice it before.