Farmer Fubo is open for business

A blush appeared on the handsome young man's face, and he said in a cold voice: "You don't need to know who I am!"

Chang'an was puzzled and didn't understand why this young man had such an attitude towards him. Just when he was about to ask again, the guard standing beside him whispered: "He is Gongsun Mingjian of Prince Yan's Mansion."

"Oh." No wonder he is so arrogant, he turns out to be the grandson of King Yan.

Chang'an ignored Mingjian and quickly walked to his horse with his two maids.

Several horses were there, and even the donkey cart was parked not far away.

The guard put Chang'an's backpack on the horse, and then went to find Mrs. Lin.

Chang'an and Lianxin Xiaoju stepped on the rocks and mounted their horses, quietly waiting for the guards to return.

At this time, Ming Jian had already entered the forest with more than 20 people, and the faint barking of two thin dogs could be heard from the forest.

"That Gongsun is really annoying." Xiao Ju snorted angrily: "If they hadn't driven the black bear here, we wouldn't have come out so early!"

"That's right!" Lian Xin was enjoying picking mushrooms and bracken, but was interrupted all the time, and she felt very unhappy. "He still blames us for coming here. He was obviously the one who drove the black bear here!"

Changan nodded in agreement.

The last time she went to Prince Yan's Mansion to visit Prince Yan and his wife, she didn't see anyone else, so she didn't know the sons and grandsons in Prince Yan's Mansion.

At that time, King Yan didn't even say anything to him. Princess Yan only exchanged pleasantries and asked her about making amulets.

Chang'an told the truth that those amulets were all bought from outside, and he only occasionally made knots on them.

She would not tell anyone about Xiao Zhuzhu, not even her own father.

She didn't know that the person escorting her to Beishan Guardhouse was King Yan's fifth grandson.

By the way, why didn't Ming Jian return to Jizhou? Could it be that he also works here?

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw several women running out of the woods, it was Aunt Lin and the others.

"Oh my God! Fortunately, you came out safely!" Aunt Lin breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Chang An sitting firmly on the horse, and quickly asked everyone to get on the donkey cart and drive away.

A group of people returned home. Chang'an quickly asked someone to unload several baskets of frozen mushrooms and asked his mother-in-law to come over and take a look.

Seeing so many mushrooms, Ms. Jiang asked nervously: "Why did you pick so many? Can they be eaten? Are they poisonous?"

"It's not poisonous. Aunt Lin also said that this kind of mushroom is edible."

Chang'an took out the yellow mushrooms, peeled off the mud roots according to Mrs. Lin's method, then broke the mushrooms into pieces and put them on the mat to expose them to the sun.

Frozen mushrooms are so plump that they need to be dried in the sun for a long time, and they must be brought indoors every evening, otherwise they will become moldy when exposed to dew.

Chang'an also took out the Hericium erinaceus, "This is dry, it should be the mushroom that grew last year."

"What is this?" Ms. Jiang asked curiously, having never seen it before.

"Hericium, the best mountain delicacy, let's stew it with bacon today to see how it tastes." Chang An said with a smile.

Ms. Jiang responded with a smile and took the Hericium mushrooms to clean.

Lian Xin and Xiao Ju took the bracken to a nearby river to clean it, then boiled it in water until soft, and then dried it outside.

Mrs. Jiang knew bracken, which was similar to her hometown, so she made a cold dish with it.

"Your father said that guests are coming to our house for dinner this afternoon, so he asked him to make some more side dishes." Mrs. Jiang was busy in the kitchen, and Hui Niang also came to help wash the pot and cook the meat.

Chang'an didn't take it seriously, because his father often invited guests, either to his colleagues and subordinates, or to superior officials.

In the evening, Mrs. Jiang and Hui Niang had prepared a table of dishes, but they were not served before the guests arrived. They were all placed on the small table in the kitchen.

After a while, Song Erxiao led a group of people into Qianhu's courtyard. They carried several prey, including deer, roe deer, wild boar and hare, and threw them directly to the ground.

More than 20 people were laughing and chatting about today's interesting hunting events. One of them was thirteen-year-old Ming Jian.

Chang'an took a look from the window, then retracted his neck and continued drawing.

She wanted to draw the plow introduced in the book in her dream and then have someone make it.

Based on the number of strong men in Qianhu Station, he would have customized at least 200 sharp and lightweight plows, equipped with sickles, shovels, shovels and other farm tools. After keeping them for one spring and summer, he would be able to cultivate thousands of acres of fertile farmland.

Based on a harvest of two to three hundred catties of wheat per acre, it is estimated that the health center can increase its harvest by one million catties of grain a year.

If there is more food, more children will be born in the coming year.

As the population increased, the Acropolis prospered, and enemy invaders with hundreds of people did not dare to invade.

Changan happily thought about how to put the money he earned to practical use.

Currently, there are only thirty horses and a dozen donkeys in Beishan Guard Station. If something happens, these horses will be useless.

Therefore, Chang'an also wants to spend money to buy a hundred war horses from the grassland tribes. In a few years, he may be able to breed hundreds of them.

A war horse costs about thirty or forty taels, and a hundred horses is three to four thousand taels. It seems not expensive, and I should be able to afford it.

If Dad has hundreds of war horses, the fighting power will be great, and those barbarians will have to think carefully if they want to invade.

By the way, we also need to buy fifty cows to cultivate wasteland.

The wasteland here has a layer of frozen soil, which must be turned up to expose the black soil inside before crops can be grown.

There are also cattle in the military camp, but the number is limited. Once spring plowing comes, they will be too busy. The poor old cattle have to plow the fields at night, and they are so tired that they foam at the mouth, which is very unbearable.

If there were more cows in each fort, the old cows would probably not be so tired.

The next day, Chang'an gave the picture he drew to Song Erxiao, along with a stack of banknotes:

"Dad, you can use it to buy cows, horses, camels, and make some iron plows. I think the land in the forest is good, flat and fertile, so why not let people open up wasteland? If each household carves out ten acres of land, we can defend the land behind it. There will be no shortage of food.”

Song Erxiao took a look at his daughter's banknote and said in surprise: "Fifty thousand taels? Where did you get so much money?"

"I make money from selling two-wheelers and three-wheelers." Even now, the three-wheeler shop in Beijing is still making money.

The princess is also an honest person. She said she would leave her share aside or give it to the Crown Prince's wife for safekeeping.

In other words, Changan has a steady stream of money every month, but it has not arrived yet.

Song Erxiao: "Is that the two-wheeled vehicle your third uncle made?"

"Yes." Chang'an said proudly: "I still have a lot of accessories here. Dad, please find a few carpenters. I will give them the drawings and let them make some frames. In the future, we don't have to ride horses every time we go out."

For example, the women in Weishuo City often go to the river to do laundry and vegetables, or to work in the fields. They have to walk a long way each time.

If you have a two-wheeled or tricycle, everyone can just ride on it and go, which can save a lot of time.

Song Erxiao nodded: "Okay, dad will find someone to come and take a look."

In fact, for thousands of households like Song Erxiao, the guard house was like their own fiefdom, the kind that could be hereditary.

It would be a good thing if the guard house could be run better and more stably, so Song Erxiao did not stop his daughter from spending money for the guard house.

After a pause, Song Erxiao suddenly asked: "Chang'an, are you almost eleven?"

Chang'an nodded: "Dad, why did you forget my birthday? I will be eleven years old on June 22."

"Dad, I haven't forgotten. I just forgot how old you are." Song Erxiao scratched his head in embarrassment.

After a pause, he added: "Someone asked about your age and wanted to be a matchmaker for you. Let me ask you what you mean."

"What?" Chang'an's smiling face gradually solidified: "Who is so busy?"