Glory in Troubled Times: The Empress' Growth Path

Chapter 3 No Technology

The next day, Hua Qiong woke up from the cold, stared at the place where the sweet potatoes were baked last night for a long time, and then fell backwards, lying on the bed, staring straight at the thatched roof.

Really didn't go back.

Hua Qiong covered her face with her hands, and then opened it again, but the scene in front of her was still the same.

Although it is difficult to accept, there is no better way to accept it now, try to adjust your mentality, and keep cheering yourself up.

I am a modern person who has passed the lonely wooden bridge with thousands of troops and horses. In terms of knowledge level, I am ahead; in terms of poetry and songs, I am ahead;

Thinking of these things, Hua Qiong was suddenly filled with courage, so he tried hard to search for knowledge in his mind, and realized something.

The so-called knowledge I learned, apart from textbooks, seems to be learned from watching modern popular science videos.

Then poetry and songs. . .

Hua Qiong searched hard. As a college student in the computer department, I usually don't study poetry and songs at all!
What I learned in high school is almost returned to the teacher.

Don't panic, at least I still have thinking and cognition.

thinking cognition. . .But how can this thing be realized? If it promotes freedom and equality, will it be locked up by the ancients as a weird flower?

Sitting on the bed at this moment, Hua Qiong regretted that she usually read all kinds of messy popular science, why didn't she read the ancient guidebook?

Talk about whether you have the technology, yes.

But did computers exist in ancient times? No.

It's almost like being blind to whether you have the skills or not.

Hua Qiong kept comforting herself in her heart, it's okay, at least now I have plenty of time, and if I have time, it means there is a turning point. I am a talent in the new century, and I will definitely not be baffled by my lack of skills and poetry.

Ways are always more difficult than difficult!
Hua Qiong had a flash of inspiration, no technology is not scary, he has a lot of ideas, he just needs to practice.

Countless thoughts came out of his mind, and in this simple hut, Hua Qiong decided that he must go into business at this stage and make money.

Now it is not clear how much this country emphasizes agriculture and suppresses business.

"Hua Qiong!"

Hua Qiong jumped off the bed, jumped in front of Zhao Tingan, patted his shoulder, and said happily, "You are the timely rain of this era."

Zhao Ting'an scratched his head, wondering why Qiong'er was so happy today, and asked in puzzlement, "What's the rain? It's not raining. Are you so happy because you dug a lot of sweet potatoes?"

"Ting An, if I remember correctly, you went out with your uncle to sell the surplus food in the house, right?"

"Yeah, this year's harvest is good, and in time for the snow in winter, the grain can be sold at a good price in other places. Why do you ask about this?"

"Since it is a business, how is the tax determined?"

Zhao Tingan scratched his head embarrassingly, "My uncle's family is usually very guarded against me. They don't want me to eat an extra bite of food, let alone money matters."

"That's right, how could your uncle's family let you hear about the business." Hua Qiong felt a little regretful. Zhao Ting'an was his most direct channel of information, and he had to inquire about things he didn't know.

"However, I saw that he was very happy when he came back, and he was willing to chat with someone who also sold grain."

"How much did you sell?"

"Not much, about ten bags."

From Zhao Tingan's words, at least it can be seen that farmers in this era are not subject to strict restrictions on doing business.

In the real ancient times, the class is very stuck. The son of a craftsman can only be a craftsman, and the daughter of a fisherman can only be a fisherman.

A humble nationality is a humble nationality, and the distinction between commoners and nobles is even stricter.

"Are there many people like you?"

"Every year there are people like this who go out to sell food. Besides selling food, there are also many people who sell other things. Hua Qiong, do you want to buy something?"

"What else but food?"

Hua Qiong didn't answer Zhao Tingan's words, she just wanted to confirm the business situation in this era.

"There are also all kinds of frozen goods, clothes, and sweet potatoes." Zhao Tingan's eyes lit up a lot when he mentioned sweet potatoes, and he gradually became excited. "This year's sweet potatoes are even cheaper, and you can buy two for one copper coin!"

"Any more?"

"In addition to selling books, there are basically food for sale."

"How much does a book cost?"

"I heard that it costs one tael of silver, and the price of famous families will be higher."

"You can't even eat enough, why do you care about books?"

Zhao Tingan glanced at Hua Qiong's face, and said slowly, "When Lingtang was still there, I liked paintings by famous artists the most. I was curious and asked her before."

Hua Qiong secretly called carelessness, almost forgot what her original mother liked, but fortunately, she was facing Zhao Ting'an, seeing his innocent appearance, she really couldn't raise any doubts.

"Ting An, I want to do business."

"Doing business?"

Zhao Ting'an was surprised and said: "Qiong'er, you have really changed a lot. I thought you were always quiet and quiet."

Looking at the little girl in front of her, she was indeed exactly the same as when she met her before, but she couldn't tell what was different.

Hua Qiong hated herself for talking too fast for a while, and kept complaining about herself in her heart.

But the Zhao Ting'an in memory is indeed very close to the original body. Although he is a child, he has gone through some hardships. In Hua Qiong's eyes, at least he is not a stupid person.

Hua Qiong took Zhao Tingan's hand, heaved a sigh of relief, and rubbed it together.

"Ting An, thank you for paving the thatch for me yesterday, I want to take care of you too."

Yesterday I was worried that if I could go back to modern times, it would be painful to make promises to others easily and let people down, but now I don’t have to worry about it anymore.

It's a lie to say that he doesn't want to take care of Zhao Ting'an. After all, an adult sees a kind child being wronged. No matter who he is, he will feel distressed to some extent.

Now that she is occupying the original owner's body, as a thank you gift, she should help her friends a little bit.

Hua Qiong secretly decided to leave after Zhao Tingan could live independently.

"take care of me..."

Zhao Ting'an muttered to himself that he hadn't heard such words for many years, and since he could remember, he always served others like a servant, tears welling up in his eyes.

"For our better life, I should also switch from a quiet state to another state. I will find a way to do business and make a lot of money, so that we can live better."

Zhao Tingan nodded vigorously.

"By the way, why did you come to find me?"

Zhao Tingan scratched his head in embarrassment, and his stomach groaned again, "My cousin didn't go to the teacher's place, and was beaten by his aunt. He saw that I was not beaten, so he kicked my rice on the ground..."

It seems that no matter what era there are bad kids, those who waste food are the most annoying!

Hua Qiong opened the cabinet and found that there were not many sweet potatoes left in it, which could not last for a few days.

Looks like we're leaving soon.

"Well, take it and eat it."

Zhao Tingan took the sweet potatoes and happily roasted them.

Hua Qiong was thoughtful, "Ting An, when will you and your uncle go out next time?"

"Go to a distant town in three days, there is everything there, do you want to buy anything?"

"I'm not buying it, but can you do me another favor? Take me to the town you mentioned."

(End of this chapter)