Planting a fairy in ancient times

Chapter 409 435. Let's cooperate
The next day, it was just dawn.

Zou Mingtao's courtyard door was slapped.

"Master Zhizhou~! Master Zhizhou~!" Wang Xing, the guard at the gate, called while knocking on the door.

"What's the matter?" Zou Mingtao met Wang Xing in the study after hastily freshened up.

"Master Zhizhou, something happened in the Guancang. Dingtou Deng Lao Si came to report this morning. There was a heavy rain in the second half of last night. There were three warehouses in low-lying areas, and 10,000+ catties of sweet potatoes were soaked in water. Deng Lao Si asked the adults for help. Find a way." Wang Xing said anxiously.

Kuding, who guards the official warehouse, belongs to the Zhizhou Yamen.

Therefore, after Dingtou Deng Laosi discovered that the official warehouse was flooded, he hurried to Zhizhou Yamen to report the situation.

Deng Laosi also had no choice.

As usual, if the grain in several warehouses is improperly stored, you can quickly sell it on the market before it deteriorates, and then use the money you get to buy the grain to make up for it.

Although it takes a little wear and tear to go out and go in, there is still room for manipulation.

But now, food is scarce on the market.It is easy to sell these 10,000+ catties of sweet potatoes, but it is difficult to buy them back.

A few days ago, the Ministry of War issued a death order. If there was no food in the official warehouse, the heads of the Kudins would be cut off.

However, if these soaked sweet potatoes are not disposed of in a short period of time, they will easily germinate or rot.

Is it possible to watch 10,000+ catties of sweet potatoes rot in the warehouse while the people are starving?
"How could this be?" Zou Mingtao turned around anxiously.

More than [-] catties of sweet potatoes is not a small amount.

Once everything rots in the warehouse, the higher authorities will definitely be held accountable.

If Zou Mingtao can't think of a way to solve this matter, even if he can escape, his official career will definitely come to an end.

Why don't you take the sweet potatoes that Miss Xiaoyu gave you last night and use them to fill the big hole in the official warehouse?

Zou Mingtao just had this thought in his mind, but he immediately denied it.

The sweet potatoes that Chen Xiaoyu gave last night were only [-] catties.

In the next month, 10,000+ catties of sweet potatoes in the Guancang will be rotten. The gap is too big, even if Zou Mingtao wants to make up, there is nothing he can do!
Zou Mingtao rubbed his sore forehead, waved his hand, and let Wang Xing go down.

Zou Mingtao had to think carefully about what to do next.

Chen Qingluan got up early today.

Today is Chen Qingluan's first day reporting to Zhizhou Yamen.

According to Huang Butou's request, Chen Qingluan put on the gown with the collar just at the front, looking very energetic.

As soon as Chen Qingluan entered the door, he found that the atmosphere in Zhizhou Yamen was a little tense today.

The yamen servants were talking in groups of twos and threes.

Chen Qingluan leaned over to find out the news.

"Master Zhizhou is really willing to give up this time! 200 taels of silver!"

"What's the 200 taels of silver reward? I heard that if someone solves this problem, the Zhizhou master will write a booklet to ask for credit, and maybe he can get an eighth-rank official to do it."

"It would be a pity if there are more than [-] catties of sweet potatoes that are really rotten."

"Alas! We are still hungry, but we have to watch the sweet potatoes rot in the warehouse, what a crime!"

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The more Chen Qingluan listened, the more strange he became. He couldn't help but find a round-faced servant who looked kind and asked, "Brother Wang, which warehouse's sweet potatoes are about to rot?"

Chen Qingluan knew Wang Xing.

Two days ago, Chen Qingluan and the others followed Huang Butou to the back office to clean up the warehouse. They met Wang Xing on the way, and Huang Butou called Wang Xing's name.

When Wang Xing was interrupted, he originally wanted to get angry.

Seeing that Chen Qingluan was wearing a Xiangyong gown, and his face looked familiar, Wang Xing's complexion changed from cloud to cloud.

"Brother, do you know me?" Wang Xing asked.

"My name is Chen Qingluan. The day before yesterday, Catcher Huang took us to tidy up the warehouse. We met Brother Wang on the way." Chen Qingluan said with a smile.

"Ah~! I remembered, you are the Chen Qingluan that Huang Butou admitted exceptionally." Wang Xing remembered, and couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

"Brother Wang, did you just say that some soaked sweet potatoes are about to rot?" Chen Qingluan quickly brought the conversation back.

"That's right! There are more than [-] catties of sweet potatoes! I don't know if Deng Laosi and his dozens of people eat dry food. They actually flooded the official warehouse." Wang Xing said angrily.

As long as Wang Xing thinks of those sweet potatoes in Hou Ya's warehouse, he feels very uncomfortable.

Early this morning, Wang Xing picked up a small sweet potato at the door.

Wang Xing cheekily took a bite and found that the taste was really good, not only sweet, but also an indescribable fragrance.

Wang Xing even leaned against the window of the warehouse to look at it.

The warehouse is full of sweet potatoes, which look delicious at first glance.

Unexpectedly, after thinking hard for a while, Zou Mingtao actually said that he would exchange the sweet potatoes from Zhizhou Yamen for the soaked sweet potatoes in the official warehouse.

Wang Xing almost died of anger.

How can the rotten sweet potatoes in the official storehouse be compared with this batch of sweet potatoes?

"Brother Wang, stop talking." Zhang Yisheng, the yamen servant, was afraid that Chen Qingluan's mouth would be loose, and he would spread the words they just said, causing dissatisfaction among the servants, so he quickly stopped him.

"It's okay to soak the sweet potato in water, it can be made into sweet potato flour or vermicelli!" Chen Qingluan blurted out.

In the past few years, Chen Qingluan has been in charge of the fan workshop at home, and Chen Qingluan is very clear about the procedures inside.

"Brother Chen, do you know how to be a fan?" Wang Xing's eyes showed joy.

Chen Qingluan's vermicelli workshop has a limited annual output, so vermicelli are very expensive to sell in Fucheng.

"I... I know how to do it, but..." Chen Qingluan realized that neither the sweet potato powder nor the vermicelli is his own business, so he hastily explained.

Everyone in Changzhou County can make sweet potato flour.

The sweet potato vermicelli business is a partnership between Chen Xiaoyu and Chen Qingluan's family.

Without Chen Xiaoyu's consent, Chen Qingluan did not dare to announce the secret recipe.

"But what? Let's go, Brother Chen, come with me to see Master Zhizhou." Upon hearing this, Wang Xing hurriedly pulled Chen Qingluan into the inner hall.

Wang Xing was very happy.

If Chen Qingluan could get rid of the more than [-] catties of sweet potatoes in the official warehouse, Mr. Zhizhou wouldn't exchange those sweet potatoes in the backyard of the government office, would he?
"Chen Qingluan, do you know how to be a fan? The kind that looks dark and tastes particularly chewy?" Zou Mingtao was also very excited after hearing Wang Xing's report.

Zou Mingtao likes to eat vermicelli very much.

It's a pity that fans are too expensive, and Zou Mingtao is reluctant to eat them every day.

"Reporting to my lord, Xiaomin will indeed be a fan, but... this recipe belongs to my niece, and it must be approved by her." Chen Qingluan said awkwardly.

"That's good, Chen Qingluan, you go back and call your niece, let's discuss it and see if we can work together?" Zou Mingtao thought for a while and said.

Although Zou Mingtao could force Chen Qingluan to take out the prescription.

However, what if Chen Qingluan was cornered and ran away?
(End of this chapter)