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    Seeing this situation, Zhu Zhu was instantly excited.

    "What's the matter, you have an appointment with someone at night? You dog officer won't be carrying Miss Jiang outside with someone, right?"

    Song Boxue ignored her and continued to play with the position of the screen, trying to block the view from the opposite side.

    Zhu Zhu simply sat up and said gossip: "Tell me whether the girl you dated is beautiful or not, what screen are you putting on here, this princess will open a private room for you, It's still stingy, it's really disappointing."

    Song Boxue couldn't bear it any longer: "You are very experienced? It seems that this official will have a good chat with Gao Zhilan after returning to Pingchuan County."

    Zhu Zhu stared: "Okay, I shut up, you must not talk nonsense to that awkward person."

    She waited so long for Gao Zhilan to change her attitude. If she loses her love for a moment/hi, will she really cry to death?

    Song Boxue placed the screen, but she didn't care, mainly because Jiang Fanyin was shy.

    Also, she is willing and looking forward to accompany Jiang Fanyin to wait for a wedding night, so nothing is destined to happen this night, so there is no need to spend money to open a private room.

    But what should be blocked should be blocked. Although the last step cannot happen, it cannot be less.

    In the dead of night, just as Zhu Zhu was about to fall asleep again, the door was finally knocked.

    It's not easy to watch the fun, and I have to stay up all night.

    So she pretended to be asleep and didn't make any sound, so she didn't shy away from her, it seemed that the girl she was dating was not someone else.

    "Sister Jiang, is it cold?" Song Boxue opened the door, and while asking, put Jiang Fanyin's hand in his own, rubbing gently.

    The warm palms wrapped the cold fingertips, and the two of them couldn't help shivering.

    "Not cold." Jiang Fanyin smiled softly, followed Song Boxue to the bed and sat down.

    When I looked up, I saw the screen that moved, as if to indicate something.

     Her ears were red, and she couldn't tell whether she was cold or shy.

    Song Boxue let go of his hand and bent over to hold Jiang Fanyin's ankle.

    Jiang Fanyin subconsciously wanted to hide.

    "Don't move, go to bed and warm up."

    Jiang Fanyin blushed, grabbed the sheet with both hands, and didn't move.

    He helped Jiang Fanyin take off his shoes and socks, and Song Boxue quickly got into the bed. Although the stove was burning in the room, the bed was still warmer.

    The two were lying face to face, breathing entangled.

    Song Boxue held Jiang Fanyin's hand on his chest, keeping it warm.

    "Sister Jiang, I want to..."

    "What are you thinking?" Jiang Fanyin raised her throat and tried to calm down, but her voice was soft and weak, more like an invitation.

    Song Boxue hooked her lips, turned over, and looked down.

    She leaned into Jiang Fanyin's ear and whispered, "I'm thirsty, I want to ask Sister Jiang to help me quench my thirst."

    The words ended, Song Boxue lowered his head slightly and held Jiang Fanyin's lips.

    Song Boxue's eyelashes trembled, she slowly closed her eyes, and gently pulled the quilt up with both hands.

    The quilt covers everything, the candles flicker in the room, and the quilt is dimly staggered.

    "Don't--"

    "Be good, I won't go in, don't be afraid of Sister Jiang-"

    "Um--"

    There was no voice after that, except for one or two inexact breathing sounds, restrained and suppressed.

    Behind the screen a few steps away, Zhu Zhu pricked up his ears and couldn't hear anything.

    She blinked and pulled up the quilt to cover her head, it was so annoying, ahh--

    Between a screen, the person on one side fell asleep quickly, while the quilt on the other side shook...

    The morning sun rose, Song Boxue leaned against the window and watched Jiang Fanyin leave the restaurant.

    She remembered what happened last night and couldn't help sighing. Every time she could only look at plums to quench her thirst, when would she be able to pick the plums and enjoy them?

    Zhu Zhu walked to the window and looked out: "You really don't have to care about me, you really can't open a private room tonight, so you don't have trouble."

    Looking at this resentful look, it looks like Yu begging for dissatisfaction.

    Song Boxue withdrew his gaze and shook his head lightly: "Do you think I don't want to, it's not you, this officer promised Gao Zhilan to protect you well."

    The twelfth lunar month has not yet passed, and Zhu Zhu's death is still here, she is still too kind.

      ."

    As for real or fake medicine, hehe...

    Listening to the corner of the bed is torture, but it seems wonderful to think about.

    Seeing Zhu Zhu's debauched smile, Song Boxue's face darkened, too lazy to speak.

    Comparing with this princess Pingyuan, who is somewhat abnormal, makes her look like a fool.

    "Let's go, go to work."

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    Song Boxue looked over and couldn't help frowning. Pingchuan County is only a remote area, so why is the dignified city like this.

    Although it depends on the sea to eat the sea, what should I do when it is not suitable for fishing.

    "Why is there nothing fancy in Fucheng, and it is similar to Hepingchuan County."

    Zhu Zhu understood what she meant, so he comforted: "The car must have a way to the front of the mountain, this is not something we should worry about."

    Song Boxue glanced at her and said disapprovingly, "I only know that being poor means changing."

    Perhaps this is the reason why Liuping Prefecture is vast but economically backward. The reason is three words: inaction.

    The inaction of those in power, every incumbent thinks that there must be a way to the front of the mountain, and does not want to plant trees for future generations.

    Suddenly, Song Boxue's eyes stopped, and fell on a pile of stalls where it was unclear what crops were.

    The old man dressed as a fisherman saw her approaching, and greeted a little sullenly: "Young master, did you buy red pimples? It's cheap and full."

    It seems that Song Boxue and Zhu Zhu are dressed in bright clothes, not like people who can buy this kind of food, his attitude is not very enthusiastic.

    Song Boxue squatted down, picked up a red pimple in the mouth of the fisherman, and his eyes floated, and he found it.

    It is sweet potato, a sweet potato with strong soil adaptability and high yield.

    Although it is small, it looks wild, but it is undoubtedly a sweet potato.

    "Old man, did you grow these red bumps yourself? How much do you sell them for?"

    Seeing her asking, the old man wanted to buy it, and his attitude suddenly became warmer: "I planed this red lump on the island behind the village, it can be eaten when it is cooked, if you Buy it sincerely, this bag is ten cents."

    In addition to the ones on the stall, the old man also had a large sack in front of him, which seemed to weigh nearly a hundred pounds.

    Island?

    Song Boxue directly looked at the sweet potatoes in the sack. Unlike the ones that were cleaned on the ground, the sweet potatoes inside were all muddy, and some of them looked frozen.

    She counted ten copper coins from the purse and handed them to the old man: "Can the old man take a step to talk, I am very curious about your red bump, the price is easy to say."

    The old man took the money, hesitated and nodded.

    He is too old to catch fish. If he can sell some of the red lumps, he will be able to eat better during the New Year.

    Through the conversation, Song Boxue learned that the village where the old man lived was a small fishing village by the sea. There was a small island nearby. The locals often went to the island to find food because they were too poor.

    Digging and digging, I stumbled upon this red bump. It is not poisonous to livestock, so people don’t care about it. As long as it can fill the stomach, it is food. The local people don’t know what kind of crop it is. , seeing that it is red on the outside, they call it "red pimples".

    Song Boxue asked for the detailed address of Qingchu Village and made an appointment with the old man to come to the door the next day.

    Back to the restaurant, Zhu Zhu looked at a sack of muddy red bumps, and said puzzled: "What's the use of buying this wild fruit back, I don't know if you can eat it?"

    Such a small one, the output is not high at first sight.

    Song Boxue looked at the sweet potato and smiled: "You haven't seen it before, but you don't know about grapes? These red bumps are called sweet potatoes, and a single plant can grow a large bunch like grapes, and we are now What you see is wild, if you nurture it carefully, one can grow so big."

    She gestured for the size with her hand, and her eyes twinkled, this trip was finally right.

    With this sweet potato, Pingchuan County will be saved, at least it will not make everyone worry that they will not have enough to eat.

    "So big! Is it true or false? Is this thing really edible?" Zhu Zhu couldn't believe it. Now, it was a big surprise for Baiyue Sheji.

    Song Boxue smiled without saying a word, a dozen ways to eat sweet potatoes flashed in his mind.

    However, the planting period of sweet potatoes seems to be spring. In winter, pine trees can be planted on some hills with poor terrain. As for the flat fields, a large area of ​​sweet potatoes can be planted.

    She has even drawn a blueprint for Pingchuan County in her mind. She calls on people to plant pine trees in winter. As long as they participate in the planting of pine trees, they can plant sweet potatoes for free in spring.

    Add some incentives to ensure that the sweet potatoes you plant can be sold, which will definitely mobilize everyone's enthusiasm for planting new crops.

    As for how to sell it, Song Boxue looked at Zhu Zhu with bright eyes: "Princess has been away from Beijing for many days, do you want to be a blockbuster when you return?"

    Zhu Zhu looked at her cautiously: "Don't count me, what is there to say, as long as you don't break the law, this princess will help you."

    This Master Song has too many hearts, if they add up to a hundred hearts, then she will only have one, and the remaining ninety-nine are Song Boxue.

    Song Boxue raised her eyebrows and chuckled: "Princess, don't worry, this time is really a good thing, a great good thing, you only need to do one thing, it is a small effort for you."

    With the plan, Song Boxue is looking forward to returning to Pingchuan County as soon as possible. When the sweet potatoes are mature next year, Jiang Fanyin's father will almost be remorseful. According to the timeline of the original book, the moat The military conspiracy should also be over.

    She will be able to retire at that time.

    The next day, Song Boxue left a letter to Jiang Fanyin, and took the sweet potato directly from the small fishing village back to Pingchuan County.

    Gao Zhilan, who received the news, was waiting at the gate of the city early, but Song Boxue was alone.

    "Where's Bamboo? Why didn't she come back?"

    Song Boxue knew that she was worried about Zhu Zhu's safety, so she quickly explained: "The princess will enter the city tomorrow, don't worry."

    And she entered the city with great fanfare and entered the city with the honor of a princess.

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