After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 237 He Lingchuan's shop

  A little bit of snow fell on He Chunhua's shoulders, and a small piece of dead branch was sandwiched between He Yue's cloak. Obviously, the distance he walked was not short. He Lingchuan waited until the two approached before asking: "Father, second child, why don't you two come back by car?" It was freezing cold.

   "Take a walk, it's time to rest." He Chunhua let out a breath of white steam, "Also clear your head."

  For a well-built official, his face was too haggard. He Lingchuan found that He Yue had dark circles and bloodshot eyes.

   "What's wrong with you kid, you got up in the middle of the night to steal chickens?" He accompanied the two of them to the house.

   I don't know if it's an illusion. The two had an unspeakable tacit understanding, but He Lingchuan broke it when he stood between them.

   "The last few nights have been spent on auditing the account books." He Yue yawned, "I have to audit the farmland tonight, and the situation is not optimistic."

  Both the father and the son were wilted like frost-beaten eggplants, and He Lingchuan was quite ashamed to be alive and well.

   "Why not optimistic?"

"The villages in Xiazhou are distributed in five counties, and the number I got is eight villages in total." He Yue frowned, "That's too little, my father found me the original booklet from 45 years ago, it clearly stated The total number of farms in Xiazhou is twenty!"

  He looked at his father with a bit of admiration, and such hidden original materials can be found.

  He Chunhua coughed lightly: "I found someone to get it."

  He does not fight unprepared.

  He Yue saw that He Lingchuan was counting with his fingers, and kindly explained: "Each village is fifty hectares, that is to say, six hundred hectares have been lost in forty-five years!"

  Tuntian is one of the public lands. It was originally an unowned wasteland controlled by the state. Later, the local unified organization of soldiers or civilians cultivated it to harvest food for military supplies.

  He’s family members all have experience in war, and they know the principle that the army goes first before the food and grass are moved. They can transport food for thousands of miles and eat 70% of their own food. Now that Xiazhou has become the front line, the government must pay attention to the food supply. The production and delivery of grain here can greatly shorten the time and save the loss during transportation.

  However, more than half of the farmland in Xiazhou has been reduced. What does this mean?

  He Lingchuan snorted: "Have you been invaded again?"

   "Well, after so many years of collusion between the officials and the gentry, they have sold all the farmland into private land." He Yue rubbed his eyes, "It's another bad debt, and we have to hurry up and find them out today and tomorrow."

   "Do you dare to sell the land?" He Lingchuan gave a thumbs up, "It's amazing."

"The previous state capitals had borrowed money from wealthy gentry and noble families. When the year was not good, the unpaid part was paid for by farmland." He Yue checked the accounts in the past few days, from the initial shock to now only numbness, "Of course, that's just one of the reasons."

  He Lingchuan saw that the two of them looked sleepy but bright in their eyes, and couldn't help but said: "Father, what do you think I can do?"

   "I was about to ask you." He Chunhua looked him up and down, "Have you made a breakthrough again?"

"yes."

  He Yue's eyes are full of envy: "Brother, you are unreasonable. You only broke through the last time when the emperor came down, and now..."

   "Where has the word fair in this world?" He Lingchuan laughed, "My big sword has long been hungry and thirsty. Next time there is a big battle, I must play!"

   "You have a lot of opportunities." He Chunhua also smiled, "After straightening out the mess of Dunyu, I will tour Xiazhou, especially to take care of the northern front. You can go with me."

  As the general manager of Xiazhou, he must investigate Panshun's customs, customs, officials, and public opinion in various parts of the state. Especially now that the dark clouds of war are shrouded, it is even more necessary for the new general manager to patrol around to reassure people.

  He Lingchuan clenched his fist and made a crackling sound: "Okay."

  He Chunhua smiled and said: "In a few days, I will send you a mission first."

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  Dreaming back to Panlong City, the small courtyard of the wooden house was covered with snow, and He Lingchuan felt resistance even when he pushed the door.

  He picked up a broom, piled the thick snow into a corner, and began to practice martial arts.

  Most of the presents that had piled up into a small mountain disappeared, and the rest were neatly placed in the kitchen, and the last two jars were placed next to the water tank.

   This should be written by Sun Fuling. She promised to help him donate the mountain of thank-you gifts—if it wasn't for her, it would be for the kid who stole the firewood to evacuate it.

  He Lingchuan called twice, but there was no response from the next door, and she seemed to have gone out again.

  But whenever the wind blows, there is always a delicate sound of dinglingling. He Lingchuan leaned over the wall and saw that Sun Fuling's yard was simpler and more empty than his. There was nothing but a chair and a ladder, but there was a string of wind chimes made of shells hanging under the eaves.

  Caibei picked from nowhere, each piece is polished smooth and round, and when the wind blows, they knock together, which is particularly pleasant.

  He Lingchuan recognized that this was one of the thank-you gifts from the people of Panlong City, and it seemed that it was left by Sun Fuling himself.

   But her yard has more snow, and it looks like she hasn't been home for at least the past three or four days.

   Maybe she lives elsewhere?

  He Lingchuan shrugged, and withdrew his mind to practice martial arts seriously. The focus of today's practice is the hook rope. He also bought a set in Panlong City. Of course it is not a magic weapon, and it is not as easy to use as the one made by Li Fubo.

  The initial goal is to shoot down the branches of the jujube tree, and it is necessary to hit the branch of the jujube tree.

  He had a hunch that this thing would be of great use in the future, and he had to practice it as soon as possible.

  Speaking of which, he has more and more skills to practice, and he feels that there is not enough time to practice day and night.

  The feel of the rope is completely different from that of knives and bows, and it is soft and hard to bear. He Lingchuan had only practiced a few times, and the hook head was hanging on the tree branch, and he couldn't even pull it off.

  At this time, footsteps came from outside.

  The footsteps stopped at the door of his house, and then a letter was stuffed under the courtyard door.

   Then, the man left again.

  He Lingchuan picked it up and saw that it was actually an official letter stamped with wax.

   It turned out that the Pengcheng Department urged him to close the shop.

  Last time he exchanged all the rewards for a shop on Panlong Main Street, and then forgot about it. There are still a lot of sundries in the shop, and he needs to clean it up before renting it out.

  He Lingchuan has been very busy, but the Pengcheng Department does not intend to let him procrastinate. The shops on the main street of Panlong are golden chickens that lay eggs, so the management is very strict.

  The shops are all owned by Panlong City, and he only has the right to lease them. Officials urged him to open quickly, so he had no choice but to open quickly.

   Having no choice but to find out the key to the store, He Lingchuan took a donkey cart and headed for the main street.

  In fact, the main street of Panlong City is a standard "ten" shape, and the south is Wanglin Street, which is where He Lingchuan's shops are located.

  Unexpectedly, it has not reached the corner at the end of the street. Although the store is small and the wooden door is closed, there are many pedestrians in front of the door, and the traffic is considerable.

  The store opens in this kind of place, no matter what it sells, right?

   There was actually a guard standing by the door. Seeing him take out the key, he took two steps back and made a "please" gesture.

  He Lingchuan also saw a yellow seal on the door.

  He had to ask the guard: "Excuse me, what's going on?"

   "There are always people who want to break in illegally." Seeing that he had lifted the seal, the patrolman immediately said, "From now on, this shop is yours to manage."

  The task was completed, he turned his heels, called it a day, and left.

  He Lingchuan looked at his back and shook his head, unlocked and pushed the door.

   "Squeak", when the two doors opened, gray mold came oncoming.

  He Lingchuan couldn't help but coughed twice, and used the Wind Summoning Art to blow away the haze.

  I heard that this place was originally an antique shop and grocery store. He walked in and saw that there were unfinished pieces everywhere, the furniture was crumbling, and there was a thick layer of dust everywhere.

  There are a few footprints on the ground, obviously someone visited here not long ago, no wonder there are guards at the door.

  He Lingchuan covered his nose and mouth with a towel, and looked through the things casually, but he didn't see a single valuable item.

  The most expensive thing in the show may be the mahogany eight-treasure cabinet and chairs hidden in the inner room. Probably the store moved it in a hurry and forgot it here.

   These things are probably not important at all, the key lies in the storefront itself.

  He was disgusted just now, two mice jumped off the eight-treasure cabinet with a "squeak", slid by the wall, and fled out of the shop in a hurry.

   This place has been closed for a long time, and even the mice have come to make their nests.

   They ran away quickly, but knocked down a basket. A few things inside fell to the ground.

  He Lingchuan saw a few books.

  Most of them are story books, two of which are myths and monsters, and the other five are bedtime action literature. The words and sentences are bold and uninhibited, and there are illustrations. He Lingchuan, who is so cheeky, will feel heartbroken after reading it.

  This kind of harmful thing can't be left behind, take it back.

  Food, sex, sex, people's great desires, it is not surprising that grocery stores sell such things, maybe they were the best sellers in the past.

   In addition, there is a map and a thin booklet.

  The map draws the eastern part of the Panlong Wasteland, and the drawing is rough. It only points out a few main roads in the eastern part and a few important geographical landmarks, such as the Ghost Needle Stone Forest. It was also the first time for He Lingchuan to see the whole Chipa Plateau.

   This is probably what a business traveler who travels the wasteland will need.

  As for the last thin booklet, He Lingchuan picked it up and took a look. It said "Hundred Fragrance Collection" on the cover.

  He thought it was the slander of literati or moaning about nothing, but when he opened it, he found it was not. This is actually a complete introduction and preparation of edible spices.

  However, this booklet is full of wormholes, and there is a lot of dust when it is turned over. It smells old and musty.

  But it is full of pictures and texts.

  Spices such as cardamom and angelica dahurica, which He Lingchuan is already familiar with in another world, are not only clearly described in the brochure, but also have pictures to help people identify them. He Lingchuan can only say that this painting skill belongs to the level of soul painters, but the author's intentions are good after all.

  The most valuable part is the second half, which describes in detail the preparation of various combinations of spices, their effects and application scenarios.

   Isn’t this, isn’t this…? He Lingchuan's eyes sparkled, and he put it away without hesitation.

  In fairness, it is useless for ordinary residents to get this booklet. Their cooking seasoning is very simple. It is good to have salt, but it is a bit extravagant to be able to put soy sauce. It is impossible to make these complicated seasonings.

   But he, Young Master He, can he be an ordinary person?

  It seems that the grocery store is not full of garbage, at least he found a treasure.

   At this time, the light at the door dimmed, and someone came in.

  (end of this chapter)