Lonely non-good minister

But he also understood what Wei Yan meant. They asked for something, but they didn't want to quarrel. Today, they came here specifically to warn him.

"It's a pity." Song Fen accepted this warning and was taken advantage of. It would be a bit too arrogant not to bow his head.

Wei Yan clasped his fists: "Then I'll leave first."

After he left, Song Ling came forward with a relaxed expression: "Brother, you can rest assured."

"Are you sure?" Song Pun said with a cold face: "You have been manipulated, idiot."

Song Ling immediately suppressed the joy on her face and did not dare to say anything anymore.

"Come here." Song Fen called his personal guards: "Give me the order. No more Huns are allowed to enter the country. Patrols will be strengthened."

He couldn't let Song Yuan get caught a second time.

The guards were a little worried: "Master, what if they force their way in?" After all, the Xiongnu likes to sneak in and plunder in the cold winter when they are short of food and clothing. They can save a lot of trouble by doing this conveniently. This is a problem for both sides. How could the other party agree to the tacit understanding reached over the years, if it is changed rashly?

Song Pun's face turned dark: "Is the sword in your hand scrap metal?"

His tone was so bad that the guards were frightened and did not dare to ask any more questions, so they quickly hid.

Song Xi was really unhappy, looked at Song Ling beside him, and didn't understand why there were so many idiots around him.

In the construction section, Song Yuan gave the reward as promised, and after telling the foreman to speed up the construction progress, she left with Jun Cheng.

On the way back, the county magistrate didn't say a word, but Song Yuan was the first to speak: "Sixth brother has always been the most cautious in his actions. There shouldn't be such a slacker among his subordinates. What happened the night before yesterday, until last night, everyone in the army was aware of it." There is no response, which is really strange.”

The county magistrate didn't say a word. This was also where he was confused, but he couldn't tell Song Yuanming.

"It's really not appropriate to rely on others to pass on news. What if someone has evil intentions and deliberately takes advantage of Sixth Brother? Alas~" She closed her mouth after a long sigh, but Jun Cheng felt a little confused in his heart. Ding.

If someone pretends to be Song Bao and arranges for him to do things, isn't he helping others to cause trouble for Song Bao?

Thinking of this, Jun Cheng couldn't help but feel even more panicked.

During the few days of inspections in other places in Wuwei, the county magistrates were all very honest and there were no more unexpected incidents. Song Yuan was very satisfied with this.

Wouldn't it be better if it was like this earlier?She didn't provoke anyone, so why were you always causing trouble for her?Listen to her and fix the water conservancy as soon as possible so that there will be a bumper harvest next year. Isn't it the best of both worlds for her to be named and others to benefit?

After leaving Wuwei, Song Yuan went straight to Jincheng. The last time she had a tight schedule, she only took stock of the warehouse and didn't explain too much. This time, she came to do something serious.

An Zhoushi once mentioned that hundreds of years ago, people in previous dynasties brought back many seeds from outside the customs. There were fruits and vegetables in abundance, and the yield and taste were excellent. However, many of them were not popular among the people. Sowing was widely carried out. After the founding of the Wei Dynasty, there was a farming era of more than a hundred years, and many things became increasingly difficult to grow.

The small royal court in the south took away a lot of seeds when they crossed south, but they had extremely strict control over the seeds and it was impossible to get them, so they had no choice but to come to Jincheng to try their luck.Since Mu Wantang can take the caravan all the way to the Western Regions, other caravans must also be able to do so, but this kind of thing should not be publicized.

After greeting the county magistrate at the Yamen, Song Yuan changed his clothes and took Wei Yan out to visit various shops. Heavy snow fell, and the stoves were lit in each shop. As soon as they entered, they immediately A guy came up with a duster and chatted with them while brushing the snow off their bodies.

"Shopkeeper, what kind of strange seeds do you have here? Take them out and have a look." Wei Yan, like an old man, went directly to the counter to look at them.

Song Yuan didn't say a word and stood by the stove without leaving. Although she was wearing more clothes, the weather was really cold and she couldn't bear it without some warmth.

"Sir, have some tea." The waiter brought hot tea and moved a stool for Song Yuan to sit down.

Song Yuan sat down peacefully. Wei Yan had already asked the shopkeeper to bring out several kinds of seeds. He took out the booklet in his arms and compared the descriptions above, for fear of being deceived.

"Businessmen are most concerned about credibility. Don't worry, sir, I won't lie to you. These are all good things. I wonder where you want to sow the seeds?" The shopkeeper saw that he was a layman, so he spoke with confidence.

Wei Yan remained silent and continued to compare the books in his hand.

Song Yuan blew on the tea cup and took a sip. There was no bitter taste. She was surprised and felt much better: "The Wei Dynasty has a large span from east to west, and there are many places where sowing can be done. As long as it is suitable for sowing in the Wei Dynasty, it will be fine."

The shopkeeper looked her over, then quickly came around and smiled: "Young Master is in the seed business?"

"No, my family has fields everywhere. I heard that someone in the previous dynasty brought a lot of seeds back from the Western Regions, so I came to Jincheng to try my luck." Song Yuan smiled, and his courtesy and courtesy made people more fond of him.

The shopkeeper lowered his head and smiled: "Young master, you are knowledgeable. There was indeed such a thing in the previous dynasty, and there were seeds too, but I don't know what the seeds were. After all, it was a long time ago, and it was collected from retail investors. It is really difficult to figure out."

"Can you take it out and have a look?" Song Yuan put down the teacup and waited.

The shopkeeper was also happy. He went into the back room and brought out a box.

There were several bottles and jars inside, and the seeds in the bottles and jars were carefully poured onto the paper. Several people gathered together and picked them carefully, but they didn't quite recognize what they were.

"They are all this year's seeds? Can't they be planted?" Wei Yan was really afraid of being cheated.

The shopkeeper was anxious: "Young Master, what you said must be backed up by evidence. I run a seed shop. If I sell fake seeds or rotten seeds, my reputation will be ruined. I'm not just a short-term earner. How can I cheat customers?" Things? They were all harvested in autumn this year. To be honest, there are many people who come to Jincheng to look for the seeds brought back by the Xian Dynasty from the Western Regions. However, few people know what the Xian Dynasty brought back. They can only be found in the mountains and forests. If you see something good in the wild, you leave the seeds, and after changing hands several times, you can’t tell whether the things you plant are edible or not.”

Song Yuan took a closer look and found that there was indeed no trace of mold or decay. Then he asked, "I want these seeds. Please give me a price."

"Young master, do you really want all of them?" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up: "I don't want to open my mouth like a lion. I will take all the 20 taels of silver."

Wei Yan frowned: "You dare to ask for 20 taels even if you can't even explain what they are. Do you think we are easy to kill? Five taels of silver, no more, if you can really grow it, that's it. If you can't, that's it."

He was a bit fierce. The shopkeeper was startled. He gritted his teeth and hesitated for a while before saying heartbrokenly: "Eight taels of silver, it's a small business. You have to make a profit. I hope you will be considerate."