Chapter 325 Where is the Sweet Potato
Chapter 325 Where is the Sweet Potato
Half an hour later, Lu Yunyi left three taels of silver.
He walked out of the orphanage with a group of soldiers and Mu Chuting.
Yin Haoran, who followed with the silver in his pocket, seemed uneasy.
Instead of feeling the joy of getting the silver, he felt extremely heavy-hearted.
The group arrived at the gate and looked at Baishui Street, which was still tightly guarded by soldiers.
Lu Yunyi remembered something, looked at Yin Haoran, and asked:
"Which came first, the poorhouse or the tigers in the city?"
Yin Haoran forcibly suppressed the inexplicable sadness in his heart and spoke softly:
"Reporting to the Lord, it was the first poorhouse.
After His Majesty built the poorhouse, more and more people gathered here, hoping to enter it.
But the orphanage cannot take in so many people.
They stayed here.
Slowly, it became like this.”
As he spoke, Yin Haoran took out a thick booklet from his pocket and handed it over carefully.
He gently rubbed the water drops at the corners of his eyes and forced a smile on his face:
"General Lu, few adults come here.
You are the highest-ranking official and the kindest person. I am extremely grateful to you.
Please accept this booklet."
Lu Yunyi looked at the yellowed booklet, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"This is?"
Yin Haoran smiled and scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed.
"General Lu, this is the history book I compiled."
"History book?"
Lu Yunyi's eyes became more and more strange, and Mu Chuting also looked over with a look of surprise.
Noticing the strange looks from the two, Yin Haoran waved his hands repeatedly:
"Sir, this is not the kind of history book you think it is.
It is a history book of the poorhouse, which records every person in the poorhouse.
It also records every event that happened in the orphanage since its opening.
The court's history books record all the important events of the court.
The history books of the workhouse record our affairs.”
Lu Yunyi suddenly felt that the booklet in his hand was thicker and heavier.
"You were there when the workhouse opened?"
"My legs and feet are not good, so my superior arranged me to stay here for many years."
Lu Yunyi nodded. The orphanage was established in the fifth year of Hongwu.
But Yunnan was not conquered until the 15th year of Hongwu, so seven years was more than enough.
"Give me this history book, what do you want?"
Yin Haoran showed some shyness:
"General, please don't misunderstand me. My health is not good and I don't know how long I can live.
This history book is given to you, at least it has a place to go.
Put it in my hands. It will go into the coffin with me."
After hearing this, Lu Yunyi nodded slightly, his expression becoming more serious.
"I understand. I will read this history book and treasure it. Please take good care of Chunniang."
"Please rest assured, General. Chunniang is very capable and everyone in the courtyard admires her very much."
The carriage slowly drove away from Baishui Street, and the many troops accompanying it also began to withdraw little by little.
Many people who had been hiding came out from nowhere.
Looking at the convoy going farther and farther away, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
But soon, Baishui Street returned to its bustle.
The strange smell in the air seemed to begin to permeate again.
In the carriage, Lu Yunyi and Mu Chuting sat next to each other.
The carriage swayed, and the two of them swayed with it.
But the difference is that the mood of both of them is not as light as when they came, but has become extremely heavy.
Mu Chuting turned her head to look at her husband and spoke softly:
"Husband, why don't you leave some money?"
Lu Yunyi said calmly:
"The Dusi has its own rules, and the Provincial Administration Commission has its own rules.
The Dali Prefecture and the Orphanage also have their own rules.
As outsiders, if we intervene rashly, we will not be saving people, but harming them."
There was a hint of doubt in Mu Chuting's eyes, and she was a little confused.
Lu Yunyi did not explain further, but took out some snacks from a box on the side and handed them over:
"The Dali government will deal with the matter of the orphanage. It is not our turn to interfere. Let's eat something."
Mu Chuting nodded obediently and took the pastry.
But when she saw the exquisite pastries, she was stunned.
I thought of the bowl of yellow rice with bran and the extremely bland boiled sprouts.
For some reason, the hunger seemed to subside quietly.
She asked in a daze: "Husband, will things really get better after the war is over?"
"will not."
Lu Yunyi's voice was cold, like a basin of cold water, pouring into Mu Chuting's heart.
Her pupils shook violently, her lips were tightly pursed, and her heart was not as calm as before.
"Why?"
There was a slight fluctuation in Lu Yunyi's calm eyes:
"The war has ended, the government is maintaining order, and the people are living and working in peace.
“Likewise, the people will surge.”
“Yunnan’s land is good, but it has many mountains and a lot of land has not been cultivated.
We will never be able to get enough food if we only grow rice and wheat on the existing land.”
The cold voice echoed, hitting Mu Chuting's chest like a heavy hammer.
It made her breath become difficult and she almost couldn't breathe.
Yes
When she was young, Kunming Prefecture was not so crowded.
But in recent years, the streets are full of teenagers.
She also went to Lijiang Prefecture, Guangxi Prefecture and Guangnan Prefecture.
They are all pretty much the same there, with lots of kids.
The little brat is eating up my father.
Such words have begun to spread in various cities.
The total grain output is a secret within the Provincial Administration Office.
But Mu Chuting knew,
Because of the war, some wasteland that was about to be reclaimed was put on hold.
Some land on the mountains is left unattended, so the harvest this year is bound to be poor.
Mu Chuting's breathing was rapid.
The sadness welled up in my heart uncontrollably.
Even if the war ends, things won't get better.
Then...won't the people of Yunnan all starve?
She tilted her head to look at her handsome husband and pursed her lips slightly.
Although she knew there was no answer to this question, she still asked it.
"Husband, do you have any solution?"
"Have."
A firm answer echoed in the carriage.
Mu Chuting's eyes, which were about to dim, suddenly became dazed, and then turned into shock.
She moved her head away from Lu Yunyi's shoulder and raised her voice a little:
"Husband, do you have a solution?"
Thoughts flashed through Lu Yunyi's eyes, and he nodded gently:
"Since growing rice and wheat can't feed so many people, let's grow something else."
"What to plant?"
Mu Chuting asked eagerly, her eyes wide open.
"sweet potato."
Lu Yunyi's voice was cold and firm.
"sweet potato?"
Mu Chuting's eyes flickered. The name made her feel very down-to-earth. She turned and asked:
"Husband, can sweet potatoes save Yunnan?"
Lu Yunyi nodded vigorously, his voice clear:
"Definitely."
Sweet potato is one of the staple foods.
The temperature in Yunnan Province is moderate now.
Both the soil and climate are most suitable for growing crops.
Moreover, the yield is large and the soil is not picky.
Thinking of this, Lu Yunyi spoke in a deep voice:
"Sweet potatoes should be in India, Laos and Annan now."
"Let's go back to Kunming City and ask Hanba where the sweet potatoes are."
"Maybe you can ask your brother, too."
Mu Chuting's face gradually turned from pale to rosy, and she looked radiant.
She held Lu Yunyi's arms tightly with both hands and spoke impatiently:
"Husband, let's go back quickly. Business is urgent."
After hearing the news,
It seemed that Mu Chuting's mood had also improved, and there was some playfulness in her voice.
Lu Yunyi smiled lightly:
"No matter how anxious you are, there is no need to rush this afternoon.
After the disaster in Jingdong, some people were resettled in Dali.
We should go see them first and then return to Kunming tomorrow."
Mu Chuting nodded happily, and her whole body became lively and light again. Half an hour after Lu Yunyi and others left,
A group of uninvited guests came to the poorhouse again.
Compared to the soldiers before, these newcomers seemed very rude.
They drove away the surrounding people and refugees.
The group stopped at the entrance of the poorhouse.
Dean Yin Haoran hurried out, his light blue robe still clinging to some silk threads.
When the woman left, he would take her place.
Otherwise the spinning wheel would be sitting there empty, which would be a waste.
He immediately saw the middle-aged official in indigo.
I also saw Wu Fan, the arrogant and domineering clerk of the Household Department.
He was standing there at the moment, not daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing the middle-aged official.
"Come here quickly, what are you dawdling for?"
Seeing Yin Haoran walking slower and slower, Wu Fan couldn't help but yell at him and waved at him.
Yin Haoran lowered his head and walked over quickly.
"Greetings, my lord."
Wu Fan rolled his eyes.
"Why are you worshipping me? Worship this person!"
Wu Fan pointed at the blue-robed official standing upright and whispered:
"Mr. Li, the judge!"
Yin Haoran shuddered after hearing this, fell to his knees with a thud, and shouted:
"I am Yin Haoran from the orphanage, paying my respects to Lord Li."
It was only at this moment that Lord Li looked over, his expression indifferent but with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Why has the workhouse become like this?"
His voice was heavy and carried an inexplicable majesty, which made Yin Haoran tremble.
He answered tremblingly:
"Reporting to Lord Li, it is my fault that I failed to do my job well."
After hearing this, Wu Fan, who was originally worried, breathed a sigh of relief and gave him a thumbs up silently.
After hearing this, Lord Li did not blame him and nodded slightly:
"General Lu and his wife just arrived?"
"Reporting to the Lord, I have been here."
Yin Haoran didn't dare to look up and could only raise his voice as loud as possible.
"Were all the women taken away?"
"Reporting to the Lord, except for the woman named Chunniang, all the others have been taken away."
"Why didn't she leave? Did she offend General Lu?"
Lord Li raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
"No, no, no, General Lu came here just for Chun Niang.
General Lu had promised Chunniang that he would find her husband.
But her husband had already died at the hands of the Luchuan people, and Lu Yunyi said this just to reassure her.
Lu Yunyi wanted to take Chunniang away and let her marry a good soldier in the army.
But Chunniang refused and chose to stay here.
General Lu also asked me to take good care of Chunniang."
Yin Haoran's voice was rapid.
He swore that this was the fastest he had ever spoken in his life.
After hearing this, Lord Li's originally solemn face showed some emotion, and he murmured:
"It's rare to see such a passionate woman."
Lord Li looked at Wu Fan who was anxiously standing aside and snorted:
"Did you hear everything? General Lu told us to take good care of Chunniang. Did you understand?"
Wu Fan bowed repeatedly, his face humble:
"Sir Li, I understand.
I will find an easy job for the poorhouse.
Some money will be allocated to repair houses and residences, and the annual rice will be distributed in time."
Wu Fan kept talking and Lord Li nodded frequently.
Yin Haoran, who was kneeling on the ground, opened his eyes wide, breathed rapidly, and his brain suddenly went into a state of paralysis.
After an unknown amount of time, Lord Li left with his group.
Wu Fan and a group of officials that he was familiar with were left behind.
"Alright, alright, get up."
After hearing Wu Fan's scolding, Yin Haoran slowly stood up, his face full of surprise and doubt.
Wu Fan glanced at him and couldn't help rolling his eyes:
"I don't know why General Lu came to you."
Yin Haoran didn't know what to say, so he could only nod and smile apologetically.
Wu Fan had no intention of getting entangled with him, and said calmly:
"You have heard that the Household Association will repair the poorhouse.
I will also find you a light job so that the orphanage can earn some money.
Don't forget General Lu's instructions when the time comes.
You should be happy that you can get close to such a big shot."
Yin Haoran is very familiar with Wu Fan. Every year when he needs food, he would ask for permission to see him.
They even had to chase and intercept them back and forth before they could get the rice from the orphanage.
Yin Haoran was extremely surprised that he was so straightforward today.
Taking a deep breath, he moved closer and asked in a low voice:
"Sir, who is General Lu? Why did he even alarm the government office?"
"Oh, what an ignorant thing."
Wu Fan glanced at him lightly:
"It's true that General Lu is capable, but you don't even look at whose daughter General Lu married."
The image of the lady in white quickly emerged in Yin Haoran's mind:
"Please sir, please clarify my doubts."
Wu Fan moved closer, with a hint of disdain on his face:
"I'm telling you, she's the daughter of Marquis Xiping.
If what happens here gets to the ears of Marquis Xiping, both you and I will be in trouble!
The past of the poorhouse is written off and no further mention is made.
It's rotten in my stomach, do you understand?"
Yin Haoran only felt his hands and feet trembling at this moment, and nodded repeatedly:
"Don't worry, sir. The past is forgotten. I won't spread rumors."
Wu Fan nodded with satisfaction:
"Wait, there will be craftsmen coming tomorrow.
You can tell them what parts you want to repair.
If you have any problem, please come to the yamen to see me. Don’t come if it’s a small matter.”
Looking at his back, Yin Haoran took a deep breath and spoke loudly:
"Thank you, sir!!"
At the same time, he whispered in his heart:
"Thank you, General Lu, Madam Lu, and Chun Niang."
The night is as dark as ink, deep and vast.
It enveloped the Jingdong front line, making every inch of land here soaked in a murderous atmosphere.
The flames flickered in the night, continuously, and penetrated the darkness.
The torches were densely packed and orderly, like a fire dragon winding forward, all the way to the end of the sky.
In the sky, drizzles are falling.
Scattered gently yet persistently,
It adds a touch of softness to this tense battlefield.
The raindrops are fine and cool, they interweave and swirl in the air, and finally fall lightly to the ground.
The subtle and continuous sound was particularly clear in the quiet night.
The cold wind accompanied by drizzle silently passed through every corner of the battlefield.
It was so chilly that people couldn't help but shiver.
In the endless military tents in front of Luchuan,
A group of people were walking quickly in the dark wearing raincoats.
His footsteps were heavy, and they made splashing sounds when they hit the puddles.
"It's really cold today."
“I don’t know what’s going on at home.”
I heard the young man muttering behind me.
Apurunan, who was at the front, looked extremely solemn.
The group of people were the Luchuan envoys who had rushed back from Kunming City.
Soon, the group saw the huge military tent at the end of their sight.
It was particularly bright there, like daylight dotted in the darkness.
Apu Lunan said in a low voice:
"Okay, don't say any more."
As soon as these words were spoken, the team, which had been whispering, suddenly became quiet and returned to solemnity.
They came to the tent.
A group of armed guards rushed up in an instant and stopped them.
Apurunan took off the hood on his face, revealing a slightly weathered face.
"General Sharma, it's me."
Not far away, the big man standing quietly showed a happy expression on his face, walked over quickly, and said in an excited voice:
"Lord Apulunan, why are you back?"
When I met the chief guard of the king,
Apurunan was also somewhat happy, with a smile on his face:
"I came back this time to report something important to the king. I wonder if the king is asleep?"
Shama smiled and answered in a muffled voice:
"At this time, the Duke is still dealing with military affairs, how could he sleep?"
"Please ask General Shama to help inform us."
General Shama waved his hand:
"The king has ordered that if Lord Apulunan returns, there is no need to inform him, just go in!"
Apurunan smiled and bowed to him:
"Thank you, General!"
(End of this chapter)