There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

After searching in the book, Song Rutang discovered that he had missed a condition.

Here, she adjusted the experimental field to the temperature of spring. The temperature difference between day and night was still quite large. She did not take any measures. Some pepper seedlings failed to adapt to the environment and were frozen to death.

Only then did Song Rutang remember that when she was planting pepper seeds outside, she added some nutrient solution to the pepper seeds and they were able to grow naturally.

But in the future, the planting methods of these seeds need to be disclosed. Naturally, she cannot go around spreading nutrient solution in other people's fields.

Song Rutang thought for a while, flipped through the book, and looked for some solutions. She chose to put some covering on the experimental field at night and tried again.

The pepper seeds are growing much better this time.

After controlling the temperature variable, Song Rutang decided to try the watering amount.

After all, I have never really planted peppers before. Even if I planted them once before, they only grew without any cultivation under the blessing of nutrient solution.

This time, Song Rutang decided to try watering on her own. If successful, the area planted with peppers might double in the future.

But before he finished it, he heard someone talking to him outside.

With a thought in her mind, Song Rutang left the experimental field and returned to consciousness. She looked at Yang Songlan, who was staring at him with concern, and heard her whisper to him:

"Why do you look so bad? Are you sick?"

After a moment of reaction, Song Rutang remembered where she was.

After feeling the temperature of my body, I felt cold and tired.

Song Rutang thought that based on her usual physique, standing for such a while should not consume much energy.

This should be the sequelae of entering the experimental field.

After thinking about it, Song Rutang shook his head and smiled at Yang Songlan:
"Mom, it's okay, I'm just a little sad."

Yang Songlan nodded, touched Song Rutang's cold hand again, and asked her to hide her hand in the cloak.

"We are all family members here, and your grandmother doesn't follow these rules. You can hide your hands and warm them. You can go back later. Then I will give you some soup to simmer for a while, so as not to freeze your body."

Song Rutang nodded, seeing that the ceremony was almost over, Mrs. Yang's coffin had been buried, and the memorial tablet was set up next to Mr. Yang's tablet, and everyone was almost ready to go back.

"Your grandmother always nagged about being buried in a place with trees, saying that after she left, she would feel at ease living underground without having to worry about the wind and sun.

Now I have found a place, but it is winter now and the leaves on the trees are very sparse. How can I protect them from the wind and rain? "

Yang Songlan pulled Song Rutang and walked with tears in her eyes.

When Song Rutang turned to look at her, the tears on her face just rolled down her face and gradually dried on the sides of her cheeks.

At that time, I happened to pass by a street and alley. A middle-aged woman called her children who came home late to go home for dinner. When Yang Songlan saw this scene, her tears rolled down like broken threads:
"My mother is gone. I haven't even been able to buy her any clothes."

Song Rutang knew that it would be useless to say anything at this time, and saying too much would have the opposite effect, so he just stayed with her quietly. After waiting for a long time, Yang Songlan asked:
"Do you think your grandmother blames me?"

"My daughter feels that her grandmother is particularly fond of her. When her grandmother looks at her, her eyes are like looking at gold ingots."

Song Rutang did not answer directly.

But this answer is enough for Yang Songlan.

Holding back the grief in her heart, Yang Songlan turned to look at Song Rutang and said:

"I see people from the Zhu family are here today. They must be here to discuss business. They may ask you to come over. Don't be afraid of them then. We are the master's family. They have to obey us no matter what. If they dare If they say something rude to you, just kick them out."

Song Rutang naturally did not dare to drive people out.

But he still nodded and agreed.

"That's natural. With my mother here, my daughter is not afraid of anything."

Song Rutang said sweet words to make Yang Songlan happy, hugging her and rubbing her head for a while.

After not walking far, Yang Songlan turned around and went to the dyeing workshop to look at the fabrics. Song Rutang followed the team back home.

It gets dark early in winter, and the sky soon begins to get darker. A group of people returned to the Yang Mansion, each doing their own thing.

When Song Rutang and others came back, Zhu Huafeng was still waiting in the yard.

Seeing a few people coming back, Zhu Huafeng put down the hot and sour noodles in his hand and hurriedly greeted them.

Another vain courtesy.

Song Rutang stared at the bowl of hot and sour noodles, and then at Zhu Huafeng. She never imagined that someone would take away the hot and sour noodles that she had worked so hard to make so early in the morning.

Others were fine, but it was a well-mannered young man who stole it, which is a bit unjustifiable.

When Zhu Huafeng saw the little girl coming, he stared at this place and reacted for a while. Then he remembered that he had taken someone else's hot and sour noodles to eat, and he consciously took out the money from his pocket:

"Young lady, I really can't help it. It's getting late and my stomach is empty, so I can only take the girl's food. Don't be angry, girl. Think I bought it. Are these enough?"

"Enough is enough."

Song Rutang took a piece of silver, put it in his mouth and bit it. Seeing that it was genuine silver, he nodded and stuffed it into his arms with great seriousness.

Zhu Huafeng obviously didn't expect her to pick it up so quickly. He was stunned for a moment, then pinched his fingers without feeling embarrassed at all, and continued to take a sip:

"It tastes really good. Is it made with hot peppers from the south? This taste is worthy of being brought to the capital."

Why did this topic suddenly return to normal?

Song Rutang knew that the two of them were going to discuss business. She originally thought of quitting and waiting for the news, but she didn't want to be stopped by the two of them as soon as she turned around:

"You are the main person in charge. Listen to us here, otherwise you will be busy later."

Yang Mingli said it lightly, but he knew that this matter was far from that easy. He called Song Rutang over and began to discuss with Zhu Huafeng the promotion of pepper in the North.

Song Rutang sat aside, obviously not expecting that this matter would have its own role.

She is just a little girl, and these two are not afraid of getting into trouble if they are there?
After a brief moment of surprise, Song Rutang sat down at the table and began to discuss the business in detail.

The first two people talked about terminology for a long time, but Song Rutang didn't understand much. It was only after hearing the rest that she gradually understood some of the words.

Yang Mingli took a sip of tea and sighed:

"I've wanted to do this for a long time. Those old men in the south are very stingy. They guard the peppers and refuse to give them out, and they won't even give us any seeds.

At that time, we will sell cheap pepper seeds to see how powerful they are! "