Dressed as the heroine of the farming novel and the best relative

Chapter 138 Patrol
"Then you should pay more attention to rest and don't get exhausted."

Gao's mother saw that the two of them had a plan in mind, so she didn't say anything about this kind of thing.

The next day.

Goldman Sachs went to see the charcoal cellar. Charcoal is still used in the kitchen in the summer, but even so, it is burned less. The main reason is to accumulate wood during this period and use it in the winter.

Goldman Sachs saw that the firewood in the warehouse in the cellar was well packed and the charcoal was not wetted, so he turned around and left with peace of mind.

This time he planned to visit the vermicelli workshop.

Vermicelli workshops now rely on sunlight to dry vermicelli, so a neat drying area built with stone strips is built around the outside of the workshop, which is the largest drying area in the village.

There are dense vermicelli on it, and the result looks very gratifying.

Next to the drying area is the workshop, and the door of the workshop is open.

Goldman Sachs walked in and happened to see Xiang Xi talking to Gao Yuan, the manager.

"Third brother, you're back." Gao Yuan greeted Goldman happily.

Goldman Sachs nodded, "How about it? Did you encounter any difficulties in the workshop?"

"No, no, the business of the workshop is still going very well. Nowadays, it is popular to eat cold vermicelli, and summer is not too hot anymore."

"So the business of the workshop is still good."

"Although there are merchants from other places imitating the production of vermicelli, ours has to be delicious, and the price is also affordable, so we have many regular customers."

Goldman Sachs was not surprised when he heard this. He and Xiang Xi negotiated the price so low in the first place just to make small profits and quick sales. After all, food only makes sense if ordinary people can afford it.

Besides, this vermicelli is not particularly rare.

The two of them were busy understanding the situation in the village.

In a mountain village not far next door.

A group of people walked down the mountain. There were many people in the group, and the shoes these people wore were soap boots, which made them appear to be of extraordinary status. When the people in the village saw this group of people, they didn't dare to take a second look.

"The land in this village seems to be arid, and the land is not very fertile. Most of it is dry land. What has Mr. Lin done?" A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties asked calmly.

Upon hearing this, County Magistrate Lin said respectfully, "Sir, please go this way. This mountain village is also included in the county government's plan."

"Although the land here is very arid, and most of the land is even filled with gravel, according to Xiaguan's investigation, it was found that this land is very suitable for growing cotton, highland barley and wheat."

"Wheat can be used as a staple food, and it will not affect the tax payment at all."

"Highland barley can be used to make highland barley wine and highland barley cakes. In short, it is also a good food that can fill the stomach. This is what was originally grown in the village. The yield of ordinary rice grown here is not good, so I simply gave up rice and planted Wheat and barley.”

"As for cotton, it is a good thing. Many poor people even freeze to death in winter. But with cotton, more people can survive, and cotton can provide some income to the villagers in Dashan Village. Whether it’s building a house or raising children, money is needed.”

"When the people live and work in peace and contentment, the imperial court will be stronger. I heard from the doctor that if this person eats well and has enough nutrition, he will grow stronger and will not be afraid of being bullied by anyone."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at him, "Master Lin does care about the court." Magistrate Lin said with a generous smile, "If you are an official in the court and don't care about the court, wouldn't you have lost your true heart? Besides, Well, the court is good, and those of us who are current officials will have a more comfortable life."

"Haha, you dare to say this to me. If you have the ability, go to the capital and tell the emperor."

Magistrate Lin immediately looked mournful and said, "Sir, please let me go. I would rather farm in the countryside than tremble in front of the emperor."

"You haven't done anything wrong. Why are you so frightened? Or should I say, you have done something wrong?" The middle-aged man narrowed his glasses deliberately.

Magistrate Lin shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, sir, if you say that you are wronging this official, you might as well just chop off his head."

"What do I want with your head? Instead of asking for your head, I'd rather let you farm in the countryside. I think you're doing a pretty good job." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, and he followed him to the cotton field. The scale here is not large, but every household cultivates one or two acres.

Not only was Magistrate Lin not angry, but he stroked his beard cheerfully, "That's good. The countryside is clean and seeing so many harvests is much better than writing so many useless excerpts."

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and did not argue with Magistrate Lin.

"Old man, did the cotton in these fields just start growing this year?"

"Cotton? Yes, the seeds in the county government's hair this year. We have never seen cotton growing in the past. This is the first time." Although the old man spoke clearly, he was obviously a little nervous.

"What did you come to the village to do?"

The guard next to him subconsciously wanted to step forward to reprimand, but was stopped by the Seventh Prince.

The seventh prince said without changing his face, "I just heard that there are cotton farmers in the village. It's strange to come and see."

"Oh, you are also gentlemen from the county town, right? The cotton is in bloom, it's really beautiful. In recent months, a lot of students and young men have come to see it."

The seventh prince shook his head, "Yes or no, I am still a businessman. Come and see the cotton you grow. If it is good, I will collect it and sell it."

"What? But really? What's your name, sir? Are you really willing to buy cotton from our village?" When the old man heard this, his cloudy eyes became excited.

The seventh prince asked without leaving any trace, "You suddenly grow so much cotton, can you still take care of your own land?"

"The noble man is joking. I can take care of this small amount of land by myself."

"Dad, you are talking nonsense again." His son came out of the cotton field next to him. He happened to hear this and rolled his eyes helplessly.

The old man coughed lightly and said, "Your Excellency is here, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm sorry, noble sir, I...my cotton is really good. Look, every one of them is very plump."

The Seventh Prince took a look at the two of them. They were both common farmers. The deep marks on their hands were caused by work. Not only that, they were obviously uncomfortable facing outsiders. Naturally, he was not worried about Magistrate Lin. It's a lie. After all, he can arrange for people to investigate this kind of thing privately.

County Magistrate Lin can temporarily arrange for someone to fake it, but it can't always be fake. There is no need to fake it, it's too obvious.

There is no need for Magistrate Lin to do this for political achievements. After all, even if he does not have these political achievements, it is not difficult for him to be promoted.

"The cotton in your fields is indeed good." The Seventh Prince nodded with satisfaction, "But haven't any other businessmen come to ask about the price?"

(End of this chapter)