Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 225 Protector

So when Luo Yi and Luo Chen came over the next day, they saw Lu Jiming's desolate and miserable back sitting in front of the tent. They turned around to take another look. Wow, whose rabbit has become a spirit?

"Brother Lu, have you been keeping your eyes peeled all night?"

Lu Jiming wiped his face slowly. He looked extremely bad after not sleeping all night, but he was very excited. The feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep tortured him the whole night. Lu Jiming felt that he could sleep until dark when he went back.

Luo Chen and Luo Yi felt that something was not right when they saw his condition, so they urged him to go back and rest. Lu Jiming did not object, but he really couldn't sleep now.

After Song Chunlin came over and the four of them had a simple breakfast, Lu Jiming closed his eyes, lay down in the tent and fell asleep, shocking the other three.

Luo Chen said with some concern: "Master, will there be any problems with him like this?"

Song Chunlin stretched out his hand and poked Lu Jiming, and his wood-type ability traveled around his body. He found that the other party had no other problems except being too tired. However, Song Chunlin was not Zhou Baopi, and he had already contacted other people, including Wu Ke, whose intestines fell out at that time. He recovered faster than Lu Jiming and had already returned to the military camp for training.

Song Chunlin went directly to the military camp to ask for the man to take over Lu Jiming's duty of keeping watch for him.

When Wu Ke heard that they were here to help Song Chunlin, he immediately ran over without saying a word, and General Qi was so angry that he wanted to chase after him and beat him.

When he got here and saw the big tent that was fully equipped, he was immediately happier.

"Okay, okay, there are so many good things. It's much more interesting than staying in the military camp."

Wu Ke was making a lot of noise, and Lu Jiming was woken up by him. He covered his head and climbed up. Wu Ke saw his state and laughed at him unceremoniously:

"Oh, Xiao Lu, your body hasn't recovered yet. How can you be exhausted after just one night?"

Lu Jiming's face darkened: "You are the one who can't do it!"

He is a man, how can a man say no?

The two of them talked about everything in the military camp, which made the two Luo brothers blush. Song Chunlin interrupted their conversation with a dark face and handed Lu Jiming a cup of tea.

"Here, drink some water and relax."

Lu Jiming took the tea and took a sip. The tea mixed with spiritual spring water relieved his headache to a great extent. Song Chunlin felt that he seemed to be too sensitive to caffeine. As the saying goes, he was high. Excessive intake of caffeine at one time would also make people feel uncomfortable. It seems that the ancients did not have a high tolerance for caffeine. Song Chunlin decided to put away all the coffee and replace it with less sweet milk tea and lighter health tea.

However, the rough guy Wu Ke didn't care about such things. He just thought it was more delicious than drinking plain water. After all, sugar was quite expensive in ancient times. Drinking the sweet milk tea, Wu Ke said that he could live like this.

Lu Jiming did not go back. He had recovered a little after drinking the tea and was lying on the recliner with his eyes closed to rest.

Song Chunlin took Luo Chen and Luo Yi to inspect the field and was surprised to find that some of the flower buds had already bloomed.

"Wow, it's blooming!" Song Chunlin came closer to take a look in surprise. The light yellow petals were only half open. Luo Chen and Luo Yi also leaned closer.

Luo Yi touched it curiously: "Master, is this cotton?"

Song Chunlin smiled and shook his head: "No, this is the flower of cotton."

Cotton flower?

Luo Yi was puzzled: "Isn't the flower of cotton cotton?"

Song Chunlin pointed to the flower stalks below the flowers and told them: "The cotton is here. It is the fruit of these flowers. It has not expanded yet. When the cotton inside grows up, it can be picked."

Until now, the two of them still haven't figured out what cotton is, and after Song Chunlin's explanation, they seem even more confused.

It is said to be a flower, and yet it is not a flower. So the cotton flower and cotton are not the same thing?

After listening to this, the two looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Song Chunlin put down the flowers, ignored the two people's entanglement, and went back humming a song in a good mood.

The house on this side of the vineyard was built very quickly, and the courtyard wall had been built long ago. Song Chunlin looked over with his hands on the pergola. The yard was really big, covering dozens of acres. For such a large vineyard, should we get a few guard dogs? Otherwise, how could the Luo family patrol it all by themselves?

Looking at the huge yard, Song Chunlin felt for the first time that his house was not big enough.

After lunch, Song Chunlin ran to find Old Man Ding and asked him if he could build a few more small houses next to them. They didn't need to be as big as the ones here. Old Man Ding walked around the half-built house and thought it was okay, but he wanted to pay more.

"Money is not a problem, but there is one more thing. Does Grandpa Ding know where I can buy some puppies? I want to buy a few to guard my house."

Old Man Ding nodded when he heard this. Such a large yard really needs a few dogs to guard it, otherwise it would be impossible to take care of it with just people.

"In fact, young master, even if you don't tell me, I still want to remind you that your garden is so big that you can't see the end at a glance. The wall alone is three miles long. People will be tired if they walk around it. It just so happens that a big dog in my village is pregnant. It is said that it will give birth next month. When the time comes, young master, go and pick a few. The male dog in that family is fat and strong, and its puppies will definitely not be too bad."

"Really? The baby won't be born until next month, so doesn't that mean I have to wait another two months before I can bring it home?"

Old Man Ding calculated with his fingers: "Yes, at least two months."

Two months seems a bit long, and Song Chunlin is not sure whether he will still be here in two months.

When he returned to the government office and told Gu Fengyue about this matter, Gu Fengyue just touched his head gently and told him not to worry.

"My brother told me before that the court intends to promote General Dou to be the Grand Protector General here. He will most likely move here when the time comes. If you have any problems, just ask him for help. I believe he will be happy to help you."

Song Chunlin couldn't believe it: "Really? What about General Qi?"

"Well, General Qi will naturally return to the capital. He will be back next month. When he is replaced, he will be replaced by another fifth-rank general. He will only take over temporarily. When General Dou's appointment letter comes, he will go to Yuexi to take General Dou's original position."

Speaking of Yuexi, Song Chunlin naturally asked about Wanshan. He still remembered that he planted many fruit trees in Wanshan.

Wanshan’s situation is a little complicated, and Gu Fengyue is not sure what to say.

"Miss Cheng... the court seems to still have some controversy over this. Those old Confucian scholars are strongly opposed to Cheng Qiao taking over her father's garrison, but now they really can't find anyone who can take over here."

Hearing this, Song Chunlin looked disgusted: "How dare you object? They can't even find someone to work with. How dare they look down on a girl? What's wrong with a girl? I think Cheng Qiao is much better than that shitty Da Sima."

Although the Grand Marshal returned to the capital, he still kept his door closed. Except for a visit to the palace, he never went out again. I guess he felt ashamed of himself.

Gu Fengyun is now in the Ministry of Justice, and the Ministry of Revenue has been replaced by several children from poor families, all of whom were promoted by the emperor. The aristocratic families have many complaints about this, but the current emperor does not have as many concerns as the previous emperor. Those who should be deposed are deposed, and those who should be promoted are promoted. Complaining is useless, and over time, the aristocratic families have stopped complaining.

But will they stop there? Of course not. From the fact that they are still trying to get into the Ministry of Agriculture, it can be seen that these people are still unwilling to give up and want to interfere in agricultural affairs, trying to monopolize all the new high-yield grains in their own hands.

It is precisely because of these people's obstruction that sweet potatoes and potatoes, which could have been promoted to all parts of the country in three years, have only covered 60% of the farmers in Dajing so far. There is still a long way to go if we want everyone to be able to grow them.

The corn and cotton that Song Chunlin is now growing in this border area are also rare. Apart from what he has in his hands, the rest are also grown by the Song family far away in the capital.

Song Chunlin looked at the date and thought that the family's crops should have been harvested by now. He counted on his fingers what his family had planted before and how much he would probably harvest this year. Apart from what he would eat, he estimated that the family would have a lot of potatoes and sweet potatoes left this year to make sweet potato flour and potato flour.

Song Chunlin's guess was correct. After paying taxes and selling to other farmers, the Song family had a lot of grain left over this year. Song Dazhuang waved his hand and took out most of the potatoes and sweet potatoes, and processed them all into potato flour and sweet potato flour.

In order to make this batch of vermicelli, Song Dazhuang also hired a lot of people from the village to work. Now the Song family is also a wealthy family in the village. Not only does they hire temporary workers during the busy farming season, but they also have a lot of surplus grain after the harvest to make vermicelli.

This year, the Song family workshop has hardly stopped all year round. When the pepper harvest is good, they make hot sauce, and when the potato and sweet potato harvest is good, they make vermicelli. Villagers can bring their own potatoes and sweet potatoes to exchange for vermicelli, and take them back to improve the taste. This stuff is also durable and can be stored for two or three years if well preserved. If there is a famine again, it will be life-saving food.

Song Chunlin also thought about following the example of Beijing and building a workshop to make vermicelli, but his current output was not enough to support the workshop's consumption, so he gave up.

The house in the vineyard was almost built. When Song Chunlin went there again, Old Man Ding said that it was time to put up the roof beams. Putting up the roof beams was a big event, so Old Man Ding picked an auspicious day for him, which would be six days later.

Song Chunlin took a casual look at the vineyard. The seedlings there were growing well. Song Chunlin would bring Luo Chen and Luo Yi to water the seedlings from time to time. With the dual blessing of spiritual spring water and wood spiritual roots, it would be impossible for these grapes to grow poorly.

Fang Siyi also brought her little daughter to help a few times. It must be said that the top-grade wood spiritual roots are more powerful than the lower-grade wood spiritual roots. Song Chunlin's wood-related abilities can sense the joy of those plants.

"It's simply amazing, are top-grade spiritual roots so powerful?" Song Chunlin whispered to Dabao.

Dabao said as if it was a matter of course: "That's natural. People with spiritual roots are the favorites of heaven, and those with top-grade spiritual roots are the favorites of the favorites. It's normal for nature to be close to them. It's a pity that the spiritual energy is too thin now. If you were put in the era of your ancestors, you would definitely be able to ascend to become an immortal."

Song Chunlin took a deep breath, and then asked Dabao in a mean way: "Well, the current spiritual energy can't make people ascend, so can it build a foundation?"

Dabao was silent for a while, and then hesitantly said: "How should I put it? If you use up all the natural resources and treasures in your space, it is estimated that it will be enough for people to practice to form a pill."

Song Chunlin was silent. Use up all the natural treasures in the space? Listen to this nonsense. There are so many natural treasures in the space. If you use up all the things in it, you can only reach the stage of forming a pill?

It's not like he hasn't read novels about cultivation. The so-called Jindan is just the threshold of cultivation. When the time comes, one will die anyway, but the life span will be extended a little.

Song Chunlin felt like he had to spend all his savings to barely get enough food and clothing, it was not worth it.

"Forget it, forget it. I think it's not impossible to be an ordinary person."

"What's not possible?" Gu Fengyue had just come back from outside and heard Song Chunlin's mumbling as soon as she came back.

Song Chunlin watched him approach, tilted his head and asked, "Is it done?"

Gu Fengyue nodded: "It's done. General Qi will leave on the third day of next month. I will be a month late with the Gu family army. What about you?"

Song Chunlin looked conflicted. He still had so many crops planted in his fields, so he could just barely make it through next month.

"The cotton has already started to produce bolls, the corn has grown, and the potatoes and sweet potatoes will be ready for harvest soon. And the watermelons, oh my watermelons, are still the size of a palm, but they will be ready soon. Well, these are all fine, I just miss my grapes..."

Gu Fengyue touched his head with amusement: "Well, all good things must come to an end. If you don't go back, Uncle Song will definitely come and capture you. For your life, we'd better go back early."

"Oh." Song Chunlin looked dejected. Gu Fengyue was amused and gently hugged him in his arms. Song Chunlin paused slightly, but did not push Gu Fengyue away. Gu Fengyue was secretly happy. It was good that he did not reject her.

"Haven't you arranged for someone to look after your grapes? Given your pace, you can still come back if you want to, right?"

Song Chunlin hummed dejectedly. Gu Fengyue was right. According to his own pace, he would definitely be much faster than those who took carriages or horses. After all, he had various motorcycles in his space. If he just wanted to travel, two wheels would be much more convenient than four wheels.

After comforting everyone, Song Chunlin began to be excited again. He told Gu Fengyue that the house in the vineyard had been built and invited him to watch the beam-raising ceremony with him.

Gu Fengyue's smile became even wider. He looked at Song Chunlin with his curved eyebrows and couldn't help but gently kiss him on the forehead.

"Well, Chunlin is really amazing."