"Master Chu, Mr. Song said, you can sell it first, and then you can settle the bill with the state government after you go back!"

"Ah? Where do you need more money?" Chu Qing finally stopped laughing.

"Ah?" The boy from the Secret Investigation Department never expected that Mr. Chu would still be so unwilling to do that.

"Okay, I understand. Alas, talking about money hurts feelings!" Chu Qing dismissed the boy, "Don't go back. Come with me in the motorcade and take you to play!"

Also accompanying the motorcade was a steward from Song Tingshan's family. The steward was sent by Mrs. Song to help with the goods and bring some clothes and snacks to Chu Qing and Xiaobao.

As fans, wherever your idol goes, you have to support him.

Chu Qing selected a few local herdsmen's jewelry and daggers and asked the housekeeper to take them back to express his gratitude.

When the housekeeper went back to talk to the master and his wife, she explained everything about meeting Chu Qing. Song Tingshan smiled and cursed: "You still 'talking about money hurts feelings!' Does she think those things are free? This woman!"

………………

Kyoto, Imperial Study Room.

"Where is that Chu Qing...?" the emperor asked.

"Your Majesty, I heard that Tuhuerte is coming soon." Hu Hengqiu replied.

"You have a lot of little tricks, huh?" The emperor looked askance at Hu Hengqiu.

"Look at what you said, Your Majesty, isn't this a favor from you?"

"Humph, the goods come first and the money comes later. She doesn't touch the thorny side of the business, so you should help her pull out the thorns first."

"Your Majesty is wise! But even if these things are confiscated, don't you have to ask the Ministry of Revenue to auction them? Then you won't get much money back. It's better to let Chu Qing take them." Hu Hengqiu said carefully.

He had explained the actions of the Secret Intelligence Department to the emperor in detail, but this time there was a hint of "kill first and tell later", so he had to be careful not to let the emperor worry too much.

Emperor Qingde immediately felt happy when he thought about the one hundred and sixty purebred horses sent by Chu Qing: "Well, that makes sense. I hope Chu Qing can make good use of these goods." The other half was left unsaid, which was:

It's best to give me something else.

"Your Majesty, why do you always say 'that Chu Qing'? Is there any other Chu Qing?" Hu Hengqiu saw that the emperor's mood had changed, and he got excited again.

"Huh?" The emperor gave him a roll of his eyes.

"Oh, that Chu Qing makes sense!"

The only person who could talk to the emperor was Hu Hengqiu. Even Eunuch Li was envious of this.

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Worth Prairie.

"The white dragon horse, with its hooves running fast, is carrying a beautiful woman and her three little brothers!" Chu Qing looked at the large fleet of cars that had expanded in an instant. She felt so beautiful that she couldn't help humming a song.

"Mom! You're missing out!" Xiaobao reminded Chu Qing as he sat in front of her.

Alas, no matter how young you are, you are still an ancient person. How can you understand my happiness? Chu Qing thought to herself.

In order to inquire about the information and explore the route, Chu Qing's motorcade stopped and went, and it took more than ten days to reach the boundary of Tu Huerte.

It is easy to see the boundaries of Tuhult because there are long rammed earth walls and a huge river in the distance.

The land here is yellow, no, this is not land, it is desert.

The endless desert, the slowly flowing river, and the erect Populus euphratica, under the sunlight, are really a beautiful style painting!

Deserts, rivers, Populus euphratica, and lakes appear particularly harmonious here. If you can ride a camel here to view the sand and sea, and enjoy the Populus euphratica grilled fat fish... it would also be a very pleasant life.

Zhandui was hired by the Chu Qing Dynasty to follow the caravan as a guide. He said that the river was called "Zirong Water" and was formed by the melting of snow on the Yujing Mountains and Baishan Mountains.

The entire Tuhuerte is a large basin surrounded by the Yujing Mountains and the Baishan Mountains. The entire basin is basically the Gobi Desert. Only the edge of the oasis is planted with cotton.

"No wonder! No wonder I saw camels on the road." Chu Qing said.

"Tu Huerte has a lot of camels," Zhan Dui said. "If you want to go inside, you have to change camels. They have a special place for fostering horses. It costs money to rent camels."

"Well, is it expensive?"

"Expensive! We usually come here on horseback, buy things and leave at night, and never spend any money to stay here longer."

"Besides growing cotton, what else do they do?"

"There is also wheat, but not much. There are melons, which should be available this month. They are very sweet! By the time the sheep are sheared in the autumn, their apples will also be ripe, red, crunchy and sweet, so good

I ate a lot! It’s just too little.” Zhan Dui’s tone was both yearning and regretful.

"They still grow apples?"

"It's not grown, it's wild on the Baishan Mountain."

As the caravan walked along the way, Chu Qing saw a large area of ​​cotton fields that were unattended. When he got closer and looked closer, he found that many cotton seedlings were infested with bollworms. If this continues, these cotton seedlings will be useless!

"Why is there no one here?" Chu Qing asked.

"I guess they went fishing."

"Fishing?" People living in the desert, fishing, is really contradictory and harmonious.

"Yes, there are fish in the Zirongshui River. They were originally a people who made a living by fishing, but they began to grow cotton more than ten generations ago. If the king hadn't asked for a lot of cotton every year, they wouldn't have grown these things.

"

"Then they don't wear clothes?"

"Wear. Look around this river, there are Populus euphratica forests, and there are a lot of wild hemp in the forest. They use that to make clothes."

"Show me what kind of wild hemp it is." Chu Qing said.

Could this thing be the "tea flower" in memory?

A group of people walked towards the Populus euphratica forest. In the emerald green Populus euphratica forest, wild hemp more than one meter high grew freely, with lush pink flowers floating on it. Chu Qing walked among the wild hemp, as if half of his body was submerged in a sea of ​​pink flowers.

It really is a "tea flower", a fairy grass!

The flowers can be used to make essential oil, the leaves can lower blood pressure, the roots can remove edema, and the stems can be used to make clothes. These things are full of treasures! You are going to make a fortune! Chu Qing's eyes are in the shape of copper plates.

"Zhan Dui, I like this flower, can I get the seeds?" Chu Qing rummaged around on the ground, but couldn't find any old seeds. They must have been eaten by gerbils?

"If you don't know, you can ask the people of the Tuhuerte tribe."

It doesn't matter. I really can't get seeds, so Chu Qing decided to propagate by rhizomes or by divisions. This thing doesn't care about the soil and can be propagated casually. It has strong adaptability.

"Let's go to the river and have a look." Chu Qing was anxious to contact the locals.

The caravan continued along the river and finally saw the scene of local people fishing. There were half-grown children riding a canoe called a "kapen" and spearing fish in shallow water; while many adult men were fishing.

In deep water, cast a net for fishing.

Although they were far away, they could still tell that the fishing net was made of plants. Chu Qing guessed that it was made of the wild hemp they mentioned.

The approach of the caravan caught their attention, and they rowed the canoe over. Chu Qing saw that there were already many fish in their boat.

There are grass carp, carp, bighead fish, and yellow-lipped fish. They are quite big.

"Yeah Simo!" A man shouted, waving towards the caravan.

"Yasimo" is a common language used by Voss, which means hello.

It was dusk now, and Chu Qing and the others didn't eat much on the road. When they saw the fish, they really couldn't move. She opened her mouth and said, "We want to buy your fish, okay?"

"Fish? No need to buy it, just eat it as you like!" The man saw that there were so many people in the caravan and he didn't dare to cause trouble, so he simply said generously.

"Sure, I'll give you something to eat in exchange for your fish!" Chu Qing was also proud.

The man's name was Amutong. He said he was sixty years old, but except for some wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes, his face was very plump. He looked about forty, with a fleshy face and a fleshy nose.
Chapter completed!