Shui Ling understood immediately. Regardless of whether he came to tell the village chief or not, the village chief had decided not to let the villagers go out to sea to take risks.

The village chief looked at Shui Ling and asked: "Can you really produce a lot of seeds? We can last three or four months if we save a little."

Shui Ling nodded seriously, "Yes, and the fastest food can be harvested in three months."

"Okay, okay!" The village chief said three times in a row before standing up and walking out.

Soon I heard the village chief talking to everyone about farming.

But some people thought it was unreliable and asked: "Is it possible? The harvest at our seaside is not good at all. Don't starve to death by then."

"That's right, it's better to go out to sea and have a try, it's better than starving to death."

The village chief roared angrily, "Shut up, there is no good road now, do you have to go to the dead end? Do you know the instructions passed down by the ancestors? Although it is a warm winter this year, the wind and waves are strong, so it is definitely not safe."

"We farm at home, and whatever we grow can fill our stomachs. Do we have to eat the fish from the sea?"

After a pause, he sighed again, "Let's live in peace. It's better to die than to live. Who doesn't have a baby and an old man? Can he walk so coolly?"

The villagers were so talked about that they couldn't hold their heads up and didn't dare to say a word.

Finally, the atmosphere relaxed for a while, and some people began to discuss quietly, and finally everyone agreed to stay.

The village chief immediately chased the people away, "Go, go... go back. While the shallow sea can still catch fish, save more. The fish and shells have been pickled and dried for easy preservation."

Someone asked again, "Village chief, we don't have that much salt, and we don't know how much salt this merchant ship can give when setting up a stall tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the village chief immediately returned to the house and asked solemnly: "Girl, did you say that the city lord asked us beachgoers to dry their own salt?"

Shui Ling nodded, "Yes, you can only use it to pickle fish and other items yourself, and you cannot buy or sell it."

The village chief was relieved, but still a little hesitant, just not sure whether he should believe it or not.

If this news is false and he is caught leading people to dry the salt, it will be a serious crime that will lead to the massacre of the village.

Shuiling remembered the token given by the emperor and showed it to the village chief, "Look, this is given by the emperor."

Unexpectedly, the village chief knelt down and said, "Long live my emperor!"

The corner of Shui Ling's mouth twitched, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, so what if you don't kneel down?

The village chief raised his head and looked at Shui Ling with doubtful eyes, "Then you are...an imperial envoy?"

Shuiling simply showed off his cards, "I am the Lord of Qionghai City."

"Ah? Shen..." the village chief wanted to shout out excitedly.

Shui Ling didn't want people outside to know, lest they panic.

She immediately stood up and said: "Village chief, it doesn't matter who I am, you lead everyone to farm well."

"I will take Zhang Xinyi away and let her learn more medical skills. Don't worry, I will send someone with better medical skills here. You don't have to worry about the villagers getting sick."

The village chief hesitated and asked, "Can you send an official?"

"Why?" Shui Ling felt that the village chief would definitely not like someone coming to grab his power. Why did he still ask for him to send an official?

The village chief sighed, "We are all unlearned, and sometimes we are deceived by merchant ships without even knowing it."

"If an official could come, we would be better off."

Shui Ling nodded. It seemed that he was superficial and thought wrong.

"I understand. I will call an official over, but you have to help him well, village chief. He will not interfere with your customs, nor will he collect taxes. He will only be responsible for helping you solve your problems."

"Thank you City Lord." The village chief's eyes were filled with joy, and he was in high spirits.

Shui Ling was speechless. As expected, he still didn't like being robbed of his rights. Asking for officials to be sent here was a result of his lack of education.

Forget it, everyone has their own thoughts.

She said: "Tomorrow afternoon you go to the beach and I will give you the seeds."

"Yes!" The village chief looked groveling now. He was doing this for the whole village.

Shui Ling looked at her godfather and godmother. They looked at her with awe in their eyes, and their whole bodies exuded an aura of alienation.

She sighed, stood up and left.

When she reached the door, she turned back and said, "I ask the village chief to keep who I am, because I don't want to cause everyone panic."

"Yes, yes..." The village chief nodded sharply.

She is the village chief, and her legs are shaking nervously in front of the city lord, let alone others, so others don't know her identity, and she can be forgiven for saying bad things.

It's about punishing someone.

Shui Ling saw that the village chief was a sensible man, so he nodded and went out and went back to the boat.

As for the godfather and godmother, just send someone to deliver something, and you'd better not run around.

Sometimes status determines the distance. They were so affectionate when they didn't know their identities, but now, the alienation in their eyes makes people feel uncomfortable.

Shui Ling sighed again, and then she randomly found a warehouse with few goods and put down the seeds.

On the second day, people on the boat went to the beach to set up stalls early in the morning. Shuiling was curious to see what they were selling.

First is the food stall, which has rice noodles and miscellaneous grains.

Next to it are dried goods, dried meat, dried fruits, dried fruits...

The rest of the stalls are for cloth, jewelry...all kinds of small things.

We also have oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. This time no one bought the salt, but we sold a lot of vinegar.

Shuiling walked around and felt that something was missing.

Baitao and her husband also came. When she saw Shui Ling, she immediately waved: "Second sister."

Shui Ling smiled and said: "Third sister is here too, what do you want to buy?"

Baitao glanced at the man next to him and said with a smile: "We brought a lot of dried seafood and wanted to change it to some fine cotton cloth."

Shui Ling immediately understood that there was only one kind of person here who was qualified to wear fine cotton, and that was babies. It was obvious that they were planning for future babies.

"How did you exchange it? How much can these two baskets of things be exchanged for?"

Baitao thought for a moment and said: "The last merchant ship could exchange a basket for a foot, but I don't know this time."

Shui Ling raised his eyebrows. This basket must weigh forty or fifty kilograms. Even if it is the cheapest dried scallops or small fish, you can get more than a foot of cloth, right?

"Let's go together."

"Okay." Baitao took Shuiling's arm, and the two of them came to Bupi.

The fabric seller was a skinny young man with big eyes, dark and shrewd.

When he saw Shui Ling, he immediately said: "Miss."

Shui Ling nodded, "Well, this is my god-sister. I want to change the fabric. Can you tell me what the price is now?"

The young man smiled, showing his big white teeth, "Miss, the master said, you can sell it however you want. We have no shortage of this cargo, so we can give it away."

Shui Ling burst into laughter: "How come? You don't want wages? My family can do it cheaper, but there is no reason to give it away for nothing. After all, the year is not a festival."
Chapter completed!