One wanted to buy and the other wanted to sell. Feng Qingchen and the Muzhachi clan chief quickly reached an agreement. In addition to grain and salt, Muzhachi also made a small request at the end, whether he could give them some medicine.
Mu Zhachi made an almost humble request, asking Feng Qingchen to give them some medicinal materials, which they could exchange with cattle and sheep. The grassland nomads had few doctors, and almost no doctors with good medical skills. They needed some commonly used medicines, and only the most basic ones were needed.
Just fine.
Seeing that Feng Qingchen didn't speak, Mu Zhachi thought that his request was too much and made Feng Qingchen dissatisfied. He suppressed his disappointment and apologized: "Miss Feng, I'm sorry, I asked for too much."
"The patriarch is overly concerned. I will try my best to meet your request. I will also try my best to collect the medicinal materials you want. This time I don't want your cattle and sheep. They are considered as gifts from me. If you need them in the future, you can
Continue to exchange cattle and sheep. I hope you can raise some cows. I will take as many cows as you raise." Feng Qingchen thought about how much medical ethics she could exchange for saving people by taking medicine from the smart medical bag.
"Really?" Clan Chief Muzhachi's eyes were bright. He couldn't believe what he heard. Feng Qingchen nodded: "In the name of Dongling Feng Mansion, I promise that I will never owe you even half a penny. I will pay you as much as you want."
No matter how much we charge, it won’t be a problem to get the medicinal materials you want.”
Now she only has 20,000 soldiers and horses, but in the future she will only have more soldiers and horses. Raising soldiers and horses is a costly job. She must find a way to raise her direct soldiers and horses. She must know that the soldiers and horses are hers.
The foundation of the world.
Nowadays, the soldiers' food is mainly coarse grains, with very little meat. Firstly, it is not conducive to preservation, and secondly, the cost is high. There are few cattle in Dongling, so how can they be willing to kill them for eating. As for sheep? Except for nomadic people,
No one raises these fodder-consuming things.
It is difficult to purchase large amounts of grain, and it can easily arouse the suspicion of the superiors. Besides, the price of grain is also high. With the money she has, she can feed 20,000 people, but it will not be enough if there are more than one. The most important thing is that the soldiers only eat coarse grains and dry food, and their physical fitness is absolutely
It won't be much better. The meat must be supplemented. Only by eating and drinking enough can these people have the strength to cope with high-intensity training and go into battle to kill people.
Soldiers carry guns, eat food and get paid. Soldiers are fighting for wealth with their lives, and the goal is not just to have enough food. She wants these people to work for her, and of course she has to make them full and well-fed first.
When Feng Qingchen came down from the greenhouse, he was considering enclosing a piece of land in Jiangnan to raise pigs, cattle and sheep, and then process the meat to use it as food for the soldiers, but...
"What should I do if it is sealed and preserved? The industry is not developed at all now. Even if there are horseshoes, I have no way to use them to pack meat. How do I add preservatives? Alas...how do military cans get made?"
Feng Qingchen was murmuring and didn't notice anything amiss outside the inn. When she walked out, she discovered that there were many people outside the inn. These people were staring at the carriage at the door, pointing, and whispering to each other from time to time.
"Who stopped the carriage at the door?" Feng Qingchen was about to ask the shopkeeper to come over, but found that the carriage actually had the logo of the Nine Princes' Palace. When the boy next to the carriage saw Feng Qingchen coming out, he trotted over: "Miss Feng
, Your Majesty is waiting for you."
Co-author, is this carriage waiting for her?
Under the attention of everyone, Feng Qingchen rubbed her nose and got into the carriage. She planned to have a good talk with Uncle Nine Emperors and ask him not to be so arrogant in the future. She parked the carriage in front of her restaurant. How could the restaurant do business? But once she got on
On the carriage, I saw a picture of a beautiful man sleeping in autumn.
Jiuhuang Shuxiao was lying on the carriage, his slender legs crossed and slightly bent, holding a book in his left hand and supporting his head with his right hand. His eyes were glued to the book without moving. When Feng Qingchen got on the carriage, he just responded and said, "Let's go."
The driver left.
This picture is too beautiful and the atmosphere is too peaceful. Feng Qingchen would feel guilty if he disturbed Uncle Nine Emperors and ruined this beauty.
Feng Qingchen touched his nose and sat down opposite the Nine Emperors Uncle. Seeing that the Nine Emperors Uncle's half-lying posture seemed very comfortable, Feng Qingchen couldn't sit still, so he imitated the Nine Emperors Uncle and half-lyed in the carriage, and then...
…
Asleep!
When Feng Qingchen woke up, he found that she was outside the city, still in the other courtyard of Uncle Nine Emperors.
"Why did you come to the other courtyard again?" Every time he came to the other courtyard, it meant something happened. Feng Qingchen liked and loved the other courtyard of Uncle Nine Emperors.
"The Ninth Prince is dead, Concubine Shu has had a miscarriage, and the city is not at peace. Come out for a walk." Uncle Ninth Emperor walked slowly along the lotus pond with his hands behind his back.
It was autumn at this time, the lotus flowers had long since withered, and the lotus leaves had withered. However, the whole lotus pond did not look depressed, but had a kind of tranquility and beauty in autumn. However, Feng Qingchen was not in the mood to appreciate it now. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the Nine Emperors Uncle.
"Ninth Prince? When did it happen?" She has been busy with the Fengli clan recently, so has Dongling been left behind?
"Last night, three concubines died in the palace, a newly born prince, and a fully formed princess." Uncle Nine Emperors said this calmly, but Feng Qingchen felt chills all over his body when he heard it.
"What happened last night?" Last night, Uncle Nine Emperors helped her fend off another threat. She was sure that the palace would definitely send someone to announce her entry into the palace last night. In that case, even if she had the skills,
It may not be possible to save people.
"It's just civil strife. King Zhou forced the palace and was captured by the emperor." The last prince who might compete for the throne has lost his right to inherit, so the emperor can sit back and relax.
"Forcing him to marry? How stupid is King Zhou to force him to marry?" Feng Qingchen knew without thinking that there was someone behind this: "You did it?"
"I'm not that boring." Uncle Nine Emperors turned around and glared at Feng Qingchen: "Don't go into the city during this period, just stay here."
"Oh...what about you?" Feng Qingchen was not a ungrateful person, and knew that Uncle Nine Emperors was doing her best.
"The emperor intends to establish a prince, and I must be in charge of the capital." With the identity of the Nine Emperors Uncle, there are some things that cannot be ignored.
"Eighth Prince?" Feng Qingchen's face was slightly distorted.
Jin Ling and Haoting guessed it right!
"Who else can make the emperor feel at ease other than him?" The older the emperor gets, the more he values his rights. A series of events have made the emperor afraid that his son will take away his power. The one he is most relieved about now is the eighth prince who is under one year old.
"Would the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty agree to such a young prince?" No one knows whether it will be crooked when he grows up. If it is crooked, then Dongling will be handed over to an incompetent emperor?
The choice of this heir was too childish.
"The Xie family has helped to settle the matter for the noble family. The Wang family has not said anything. The children from a poor family have to rely on the emperor, so how dare they offend the emperor." The mockery in the eyes of the Nine Emperors Uncle flashed away.
"The Emperor Qiankun has made arbitrary decisions, and he is probably very happy." Feng Qingchen mourned for three seconds of silence for the future people of Dongling, and then put the matter aside: "How is Princess Anping? When will she go to Beiling? According to the date agreed by the two countries,
Is it time to leave this month?”
"The injury hasn't healed yet. The days have to be postponed. The Emperor still attaches great importance to Anping." Anping's injury was an accident, but Uncle Nine Emperors did not blame himself. Anping used her injury to exchange Dongling Ziluo's life, which is considered a beg.
Benevolence deserves benevolence.
"Really?" Feng Qingchen glanced at her: "Since Princess Anping won't be leaving this month, I don't have to worry."
"Where are you going?" Uncle Nine Emperors had a bad premonition...