The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

After pacifying the ginseng spirit, Pan Yun put away the Three Treasures Cauldron, hung it around his waist, and called everyone back to the city.

They landed at the seashore outside the city. It would take half a quarter of an hour to return to Quanzhou City if they flew, or half an hour if they walked.

Finally, they found an oxcart on the side of the road that was heading into the city and got on it for ten cents.

There were two baskets of vegetables, two sacks of wheat, and a basket of bean sprouts on the car.

Pan Yun and the others sat on the edge of the car with their legs hanging outside and swinging back and forth.

Pan Yun looked back at the vegetables in the basket and asked, "Are we taking these to the city to sell?"

The old farmer responded and said happily: "Many people have come from the city, and the vegetables are selling well."

Pan Jun smiled and asked, "Are you from the underworld?"

"Yes, they carry swords and knives, and there are Taoist priests who tell fortunes everywhere," the old farmer smiled and turned around. "They dress just like the young men and women, and they are obviously from good families. They don't ask for much money every time, even a penny or two, but they are generous when spending money. I can sell them a cabbage for five cents."

Pan Yun glanced at the cabbages in the bamboo basket and nodded, "Such a big cabbage is worth five cents."

The old farmer shook his head: "It's not possible at ordinary times. No one buys for two cents. They all eat it at home."

Pan Yun asked, "Have many villagers come to the city to sell vegetables recently?"

"We don't have many villages, but there are quite a few in the suburbs," the old farmer said, "our village is too far from the county town. It costs money to take a bus, and it takes time and manpower to carry a load. Besides, it was windy and rainy not long ago, and everyone is busy in the fields. Few people have time to tend the vegetable garden. The vegetables grown at home are only enough for their own consumption."

Pan Yun: "The old man is still very determined and has a plan for success."

The old farmer smiled and said, "My family takes advantage of having many children, so we have enough people to use."

He sighed, "But think about it from another angle. With more people, the cost is higher. Other people's rice lasts for three days, but mine is only enough for one day. We only have so much land. If we don't find a way to earn more, we won't be able to survive."

Pan Yun: "So it's a good thing that these people are gathering in Quanzhou City, right?"

"Good!" The old farmer smiled until his face wrinkled and he said happily, "They don't bully us, but fight against the Japanese pirates. How can this not be a good thing?"

He said happily: "Since they came, my fortune has improved. Look, today when I went out, I met several distinguished guests on the way and earned ten cents on the way."

Pan Yun smiled, carefully looked at the official road overgrown with weeds, and said, "If the maritime ban is lifted, merchants will gather here in the future, and the old man will be even busier."

The old farmer quickly hushed and said, "Don't dare mention this. If the officials hear it, they will think that we are resentful of the court and want to rebel."

Pan Yun fell silent.

The old farmer also fell silent.

After walking a little further, the old farmer couldn't stand the silence and couldn't help but sigh, "When I was a kid, I saw Quanzhou Port. The dock was full of people, some carrying bags and unloading goods for the ships, some selling food on the roadside, and merchants brought dozens of truckloads of goods. There were no laborers to be found, so we had to wait in line. Only after the people in front of us had finished unloading could we grab a laborer...

It's not like now, you can just go to the village and shout, and you can find a laborer. Originally, one penny was charged for one bag. When there were a lot of goods, the merchants were in a hurry and sometimes paid three pennies for two bags. As a result, now two bags are charged one penny and the price is always lowered. At the end of the day, each person has to give the foreman ten pennies. That's equivalent to twenty bags..."

The old farmer felt more and more sad as he spoke: "My eldest son was asked by the Chen family to unload bags not long ago. In order to earn more money, he carried three bags at a time and accidentally sprained his waist..."

Pan Yun asked quickly, "Have you seen the doctor?"

"I found some medicinal wine at home and applied it on myself. He earned less than 30 cents for carrying the bags for half a day. Even if he went to see a doctor, the money he earned would not be enough to make up for the loss."

Pan Yun said sadly: "Although I may have to pay back what I earned, people are the most important. A sprained back can be a big deal or a small one, and we can't be careless, otherwise it will cause a chronic disease, which will be more costly than gain. After all, there will be many opportunities to make money in the future."

The old farmer shook his head: "The children don't want to go either. They are already in their thirties, with wives and children. I can't make decisions for them."

Pan Yun stopped talking.

When they got off the bus in Quanzhou City, Miaohe took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve and handed it to the old farmer: "This is a medicinal wine that relaxes muscles and activates joints. It is better than the ones you make at home. You can take it back and rub it on him. If it works, that's great. If not, you can bring him to the Chen Family Villa in Quanzhou City to see us. I can treat him for free."

The old farmer was slightly stunned: "Young lady, are you also a gangster here to suppress bandits?"

Miao He glanced at Pan Yun and saw her nod slightly, so he said, "Yes, we are Taoists from the Sanqing Temple in Sanqing Mountain, and we know a little about medicine."

The old farmer's eyes lit up and he shouted, "I know Sanqing Mountain! Taoist Priest Sanzhu of Sanqing Mountain, a semi-immortal who saves people from suffering! Last year she came to our place to kill the Japanese pirates!"

Pan Yun: …

Miao He nodded repeatedly and said happily: "Yes, that's my junior uncle!"

The old farmer was full of praise. He took the medicinal wine from Miaohe's hand with both hands, and his favorable impression of Sanqing Mountain and Pan Yun increased instantly.

Of course, there is also the little Taoist priest in front of me.

Miao Zhen: "I didn't expect Junior Master to be so famous in Quanzhou. I have to thank Master Xue Shao. If it weren't for his publicity last year..."

Pan Yun: "Just state your purpose."

Miao Zhen: "I don't know how Master Xue is doing?"

Pan Yun said: "I wrote a few letters yesterday and sent them out, asking my father and second brother for help." However, the number of people she knew in the court was limited, and most of them might not be willing to get involved in this mess.

In fact, she also knows someone who is absolutely useful—the little emperor!

That’s right, Pan Jun always felt that contacting him would have a counterproductive effect.

The probability of problems arising from communication via letters is too high. Who knows if the wrong line of words might offend him? At that time, let alone help, it would be good enough if he doesn't make things more difficult.

The most direct and effective way to deal with him is face to face.

Especially when it comes to begging for mercy, that guy would only respond to soft words and not hard ones.

Unfortunately, Xue Shao is not someone who would soften his attitude and beg.

Pan Yun scratched his head and decided to let the matter go for the time being. He would not die anyway. At most he would be dismissed from office and driven out of the capital like Xue Xuan.

The most urgent task is to return to Yushan County to provide disaster relief.

"Let's go back to the villa first, meet everyone we need to meet today, and leave tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Li Wenying leaned against the door frame with her arms folded. She first looked up at the position of the sun, then looked at her with a gloomy face: "Look at the position of the sun, it's almost afternoon, right?"

Pan Yun also looked up at the sky and said to Li Wenying seriously, "It's about one quarter past midnight. This shows the benefits of a clock, especially a clock that you can carry with you..."

"Don't talk nonsense, let me ask you, what did you do last night?"

Pan Yun frowned: "Is it the Quanzhou prefect and the navy office who want to see me? Didn't I give Zhang Weiyi, Qu Le and Gao Zhiming to you? They all know the situation and what I mean. As long as they can make a final decision..."

"Last night, three Taoist friends from Shangqing Sect were attacked in the forest outside the city. They said they were robbed by four people who looked like teenagers. There were three women and one man, and they wore... torn socks. Not only did they let go of the evil spirits that Shangqing Sect had captured, they also let go of a fox demon, and stole a priceless thousand-year-old ginseng."

Li Wenying stared at Pan Yun, and then his eyes fell on Hongyan: "Is this the fox you kept in the academy before?"

Pan Jun stretched out his hand, and the beauty instantly turned into her original form, then disappeared into Pan Jun's sleeve with a whoosh.

Pan Yun said calmly, "Brother Li, you are mistaken. There is no fox here."

Li Wenying didn't expect that she would go to such an extent to try to cover up the truth. Her mouth opened wide for a moment.

Pan Yun waited quietly.

Li Wenying took a long time to come back to her senses, and gave a thumbs up expressionlessly: "You are awesome!"

He glanced at her sleeves, turned around and said, "Come in, Governor Lu and General Gong are waiting for you."

Pan Jun: "Why are they waiting for me?"

Li Wenying snorted, "Of course we have established a good relationship. You discovered the silver mine, and Nanao Port nominally belongs to you. You also have the right to use half of the Onsenzu Port. Even if the imperial court doesn't want the silver mine and port you gave them, can you cooperate and open a mine quietly?"

Pan Yun paused slightly.

Li Wenying looked back at her and said, "Why, since you got off the boat yesterday, you haven't mentioned anything about donating the silver mine and port to the court. You just expressed your intention through Zhang Weiyi and others. Aren't you trying to get the upper hand before making a decision?"

Pan Jun relaxed and said with a smile: "Since Senior Brother Li knows, then he should have guessed that I will choose this partner."

"Okay, let's take a step back and assume that if the imperial court really has a brain seizure, who do you want to cooperate with?"

"I already have a candidate in mind," Pan Yun said, "Chen Wen from the navy. Of course, Gong Xia is indispensable, but I don't like Wu Xiaoli."

Li Wenying: "...You are so nice to your partner that you even help him fight his boss."

He rubbed his forehead and asked, "Those are our collaborators in the Navy Office. What about those on the shore?"

Pan Yun smiled and said, "Of course, we will cooperate with whoever the prefect of Quanzhou is."

Li Wenying: "If Governor Lu knew what you meant, he would hate you to death."

"How could that be? If he can't hold this position, it's because he's not capable enough. If he leaves early, he can save his life. If he holds this position, I'm giving him the icing on the cake. No matter from which point of view, he should thank me."

Li Wenying: "They are waiting for you in the study, go and talk to them."

Pan Yun was not afraid. He turned around and said to Miao Zhen and the other two, "Go back and pack your luggage."

Then he went to the study with Li Wenying.

Li Wenying was very interested in her itinerary last night: "What on earth did you do last night? Why did you come back so late today..."

Pan Yun said casually: "He went to look for treasure."

"The treasure map of the Kikuchi family? Didn't they say it was taken to Japan? Junior Sister Li is about to cause a big fuss in Japan. By the way, I received news this morning that Ouchi Kenshin of the Ouchi clan has died." (End of this chapter)