"Thank you, then. Why did you buy so many sweet potatoes?" Mu Run asked.
"My son asked me to buy it. He said that since the war started, he should stock up on more food, vegetables, chickens, ducks and eggs. This will save him from having nothing to eat when the time comes, or prices will soar and he won't be able to buy them."
Mu Run's originally lazy expression suddenly changed, then he got up and walked to the wardrobe, opened a dowry box inside, and took out a one hundred tael silver note from it.
"The eldest brother of the Qin family is right. Mom Qin, please take Yaozong with you and spend some time in the county. It will satisfy our family for at least half a year, and we will also be able to grow grain and vegetable seeds in the coming year."
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Qin's mother had never seen such a big banknote before, and she was immediately dumbfounded. Wang Yaozong was a smart person and immediately understood what Mu Run meant, "Don't worry, Sister Run, we will definitely buy them all."
"If you don't have enough, ask me again. You must buy as much as possible." Mu Run touched his big belly.
If she were alone, she would naturally be too lazy to do this, but she still had two babies waiting to be fed, so she had to take precautions before they happened.
As the saying goes, if a person has no long-term worries, he must have immediate worries.
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The war drums sounded in unison, resounding throughout the world. The cold wind was biting and the setting sun was like blood.
Among the soldiers who were clearly opposed to each other, there was a man with a peerless appearance like a god and a man with a fat body but extremely good martial arts, who were killed together.
The two of them go back and forth, all of which are killing moves, and they must kill each other.
One is that the late emperor left a legacy and passed it on to his nephew Fu Yunchen, who was also the former imperial officer Yun Rong.
One is Prince Xiang, who is holding the imperial edict of passing on the throne of the late emperor.
The soldiers on both sides looked solemn and nervous, waiting for the final result. Whoever wins will get the vast land of the Northern Jin Dynasty.
However, at this moment, a military general came in a hurry and interrupted the two men's desperate fight.
"Prince Zhou took the Queen Mother and ascended the throne in Xiangcheng. The reign was named Xingwen and the country was named Zhongjin Dynasty!"
For a moment, the battlefield was silent.
Finally, it was Fu Yunchen who sneered at Prince Xiang and said, "Prince Zhou has already ascended the throne. Do you want to ascend the throne too?"
"I do, but didn't you stop me from sitting on the dragon throne?"
"Prince Xiang can ascend the throne, but I want the area east of Chongyang to the State of Wu, which is the territory that was ceded to the State of Wu. How about that?"
"You also want to make yourself king?"
"I am not on the throne, but the place where I am is not under the jurisdiction of the imperial court."
"Isn't that just to cede territory and become king?"
"Either I take people to Chongyang Mountain. Or we continue to fight, and the winner is king."
Prince Xiang's fat face trembled, and his eyes were almost slitted by the fat. It was all calculated... To the east of Chongyang Mountain, it was two thousand miles away from the capital. In fact, even if it was left to him, it would be a bit of a waste.
It was too far away. Over the years, the imperial government had very loose control over that area, which resulted in bandits and river bandits raging. They had to send troops to suppress it, but often with little effect.
It would be better to treat it as a place of exile and give it to Fu Yunchen. Out of sight, out of mind. If there is such a place in the future, just pretend it doesn't exist.
On the contrary, it was Prince Zhou and the Empress Dowager who made him even more fearful, and they occupied the key point of dragon vein water transportation.
"Okay. I'll give you the east of Chongyang Mountain, but you have to pay a tribute of 100,000 taels of silver every year."
"impossible."
"...You said you didn't want to be king, even if you were asked to pay tribute, you wouldn't do it."
"Do you want this military talisman or not?" Fu Yunchen threw in his hand the tiger head military talisman belonging to the great marshal of the Northern Jin Dynasty.