Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 322
"Your Highness." An Zhoushi asked the guards to drive horses to catch up, and reminded with a sad face: "Is the eighth master Song Ling? The son of Concubine Liu?"

He still can't distinguish the relationship between Song Yuan's brothers and sisters, so he asked cautiously first.

Song Yuan nodded: "It's him. Does sir know him?"

"Your Highness, don't deal with him, this person will end badly." An Zhoushi looked at the guards, not daring to say it clearly.

Song Yuan understood what he meant. An Zhoushi knew the fate of each of them very well. Although her survival had changed many processes, some things might have happened long ago and could not be changed so easily.

"Sir, why do you think he wants me to go so much?" Song Yuan slowed down slightly and looked back, only to see those people already on their horses and looking at them.

An Zhoushi rolled his eyes: "Cotton is a good thing. It is very difficult to grow in the northwest. The Huns also need protection from the cold in winter. However, the Huns are nomadic people. Farming is not realistic for them. They can only find someone to buy it. , maybe they could buy it outside the customs in the past, but now that it is grown in the northwest, they can naturally come to the northwest to buy it, not to mention that cotton from the northwest will be given priority to the military, and there are a lot of things that can be operated here."

An Zhoushi had only so much heart and mind, and he spoke very directly. Wei Yan and the two guards were silent, and no one dared to express their opinions. Song Yuan actually laughed.

"So, Mr. thinks that his so-called friend is a Hun who came to me to discuss business with me."

An Zhoushi nodded: "So, Your Highness can't go, go, if something happens, His Highness will be held accountable, and they will become one with them. If nothing happens, it's uncertain whether you can leave safely."

Song Yuan smiled even happier: "Don't worry, sir, I know it well."

They continued on their way, and in order to avoid trouble, they shortened their rest time at night. After entering Xihai County, Song Ling's people did not disturb them, and Song Yuan was relieved.

They had already left Song Ling's residence, no matter how courageous Song Ling was, she would not dare to go to other people's territory to make trouble, otherwise, without her asking, someone would make trouble for him.

The situation in Xihai County is not much better than that of Jiuquan. It is still a place of poverty and infestation by the Huns. With the experience of Jiuquan, Song Yuan did not stay in Xihai County for too long. After walking around the farmland, she set off to leave.

After the autumn harvest, she has to rush back to Zhangye immediately, otherwise many things will be delayed, so the next schedule is very tight. Xijun, Xiping, and Wuwei are the three places where cotton is mainly grown. As soon as Song Yuan arrives, Juncheng Call local weavers to meet at your door.

She doesn't care how the county allocates the cotton land to these weavers, and she doesn't care if there are tricks here. It's not terrible to eat some oil and water, as long as things can be done, her purpose is to discuss with these weavers about weaving and making clothes Delegated to the common people's wives, she will fight for ordinary people to have a chance to make a living during the long winter.

After negotiating and bargaining again and again, the three counties began to invite seamstresses to teach the women how to make clothes. Time was tight, but fortunately the cloth was already prepared. They only needed to make the clothes according to the prescribed sizes. It only takes a few days to get started.

Song Yuan also had requirements for the quality of the clothes, and told these textile merchants clearly that if unqualified clothes were found in the army, they would be held accountable. In her presence, these weavers have to press their fingerprints to prevent denial.Between doing these things, she did not forget to take a walk in the fields. When the endless cotton fields appeared in front of her eyes, Song Yuan saw hope in this wasteland for the first time, and she even began to imagine, what if these If the fields can be filled with food, then the suffering of the people will be much less.

Song Yuan also went to Jincheng County. This is the farthest place most merchants can come to. All grain and cloth shipped to the northwest must pass through this place. Because of this, there are so many merchants that Song Yuan even heard a southern accent on the street.

They delayed for some days, and now the autumn harvest is already halfway through. You can see carriages pulling sweet potatoes and wheat on the street. These two things have a good harvest, and they are good things to transport to the northwest. The higher the output, the cheaper the price will be, and they can be sold at a high price in the northwest.

There is also a lot more food on the street. In Northwest China, there is a habit of eating pasta. This is due to the prosperity of wheat planting a hundred years ago. However, after a hundred years of abandonment of farming and grazing, wheat has almost disappeared on this land, and pasta has also changed. Things that have become mainly millet noodles are not only rough and hard to swallow, but also the things that are made can't be refined.

Now that wheat is abundant, smart people quickly learned to eat wheat, and various pasta appeared one after another, and things made of millet noodles are hard to find in the market.

Song Yuan ate a bowl of noodle soup on the side of the street. She liked the chewy texture very much. It was much more palatable than the steamed bun noodle soup she ate in the army. She thought of the dumplings made by An Zhou. It's delicious, but it's a pity that An Zhoushi separated from them when he was in Xiping. He misses the cotton he planted, so he can't rest assured until he goes back and guards it.

Song Yuan walked around the streets for two days before going to see Jincheng Juncheng. As usual, she left after taking inventory.

Zhang Ye still has a lot of things waiting for her, and she can't delay any longer.

All the way back quickly, the autumn harvest is coming to an end, all the counties have reported the cotton production, and Zhou Shixian, who went to various places to check, also brought people back, he wrote all the data clearly, and every stroke is clearly marked in vain.

Comparing the documents submitted by each county with the number verified by Zhou Shixian, the data is not much different from An Zhoushi's estimated output. Although each county has a discrepancy of hundreds of catties or thousands of catties, Song Yuan doesn't want to worry too much.

She can't ask every official to have a clean sleeve, and she understands that a corrupt official who can do things is more worthy of entrusting an important task than an incompetent person who only cares about integrity, so she is willing to let them have some sweetness.

Only when you have tasted the sweetness, you are willing to pay more attention.

According to the plan that has already been drawn up, all cotton is classified into grades and grades, and it is widely advertised to let the people know that cotton can be sold in different categories, so as to make more profits, so as not to let merchants deceive the people into ignorance. After taking advantage of the cotton that was supplied to the army and the cotton that comforted the people, the matter of replacing cotton with food began.

The county magistrates of each county are not just for food. The prices of classified cotton are different. It is up to the merchants to inspect the goods and bid. Song Yuan has already explained how much grain she needs. If they have the ability to sell more, that is their ability. They Being able to profit from it undoubtedly gave everyone motivation, and everyone was extremely interested.

(End of this chapter)