"I was worried about you, madam, so I called the eldest lady and the second master over..."
Hearing this, Qiao Lan put down the pen and ink in her hand, glanced at Aunt Xiang, and helped her up from the ground: "It's okay, you have to get used to it in the future. As you get older, your temper is not as good as when you were young..."
After being a queen for a long time, Qiao Lanyi opened her mouth and stretched out her hands. She was served obediently by a room full of people and maids, which was very different from her days in the old house. Although it was comfortable to be served by someone, the maids worked from morning to night.
Then, there is less personal space left for her, and it is troublesome to occasionally take something out of the space.
If things get bad in the future, she might have to dig out more things from the space. In order to prevent people around her from watching her conjure things out of thin air, she will naturally drive them out of the house.
"Old madam, you should pay more attention to your body!" Grandma Xiang's face was still worried.
"I will."
Now that Duan Mingjing and Wang had arrived, Qiao Lan thought of what was going to happen next, so she called them forward.
"Mother!" the two of them shouted in unison as they entered the room, and each bowed in front of Qiao Lan. They felt relieved when they saw that Qiao Lan was safe and sound, and there were a lot of pens and ink on the table.
"You all should step back..." Qiao Lan said.
The maids who were waiting in the room all left the house quietly, and Aunt Xiang was no exception.
"Mom, what's wrong? What happened?" Duan Mingjing stepped forward uneasily.
"Sit down, it's okay. I'll talk to you first." Qiao Lan pointed to the table next to her.
There are some tasks that she can't do alone, so she needs help from her family.
Xiao Glacier's influence on the north is more obvious. At certain necessary moments, you may only be able to have enough food in the south. Since the Duan family has land in the south, they should take this opportunity to stock up on more food.
Before leaving the old house, Qiao Lan asked the people in Zhuangzi to sell the grain they couldn't eat every year in exchange for money. Now that the rice can't be sold, it has to be kept by itself.
There was also the matter of her family's rice seeds. She had to write a letter and send it to the governor of Tongzhou, asking him to purchase her own rice seeds and distribute them to the people of Tongzhou.
Not all of Qiao Lan's own land was replaced with rice seeds produced by the system. Before she left, she handed over a hundred kilograms of rice seeds to the manager of the village, so that he only had to plant two or three acres of land every year, and the rice seeds planted in other rice fields
During the break, Qiao Lan only mentioned that this would increase the yield of the rice fields, but Qiao Lan did not reveal the specific secret. Qiao Lan was afraid that it would be too conspicuous, and even asked the steward not to rush to plant all the rice.
Qiao Lan didn't know whether the steward had listened. If the crops had been planted last year, there would have been at least several thousand kilograms of harvest this year. It would be enough to distribute some of the fine seeds to the people in the south. As long as you don't be too lazy, the harvest will definitely not be too bad.
Qiao Lan left the matter of storing and stocking grain in the old house to the Wang family. Wang was the head of the family and all the money was in her hands. Qiao Lan was relieved to ask her to send people to the old house to do this.
As for Duan Mingjing, Qiao Lan has another thing to give him.
Qiao Lan has been writing the notes for the Qiangguo class for several years, and she even handed over part of it earlier and sent it to the capital to present to His Majesty. After arriving in the capital, Qiao Lan inquired about it and found that the notes she had worked so hard to write were not circulated among the people.
I vaguely heard from other people that my notes were being studied and experimented by some adults.
How long has it been and you are still studying there!
By the time you are hungry, it will be too late!
The notes Qiao Lan gave out were mainly for supporting purposes. They mainly talked about taking care of the fields and controlling pests. They were useless in the face of natural disasters, and they were even more useless when faced with droughts and floods.
It is useless only for relatively powerful disasters, but daily field management is still useful in increasing farmland production!
But if it is just put in the yamen and let the adults study it, it will really mean nothing!
Qiao Lan plans to print and sell it himself, not only in the capital but also in other places!
"Jing'er, go find some carpenters who are good at carving and painting... Forget it, just go to the street and ask around to see if you can buy a printing shop." Qiao Lan said.
Duan Mingjing: "Mom, what do you want to buy?"
As soon as Duan Mingjing blurted out his doubts, he immediately understood Qiao Lan's intention: "Oh! Mother! Are you planning to print all these books?"
Qiao Lan nodded.
Mrs. Wang listened on the sidelines, thinking about how much money she would prepare for the old lady to buy a printing shop. The old lady wanted to print books, and as her daughter-in-law, she supported it.
"Mom, this year is not over yet, and the shops on the street are not open. In a few days, when there are more people, I will go and ask for you." Duan Mingjing said.
Qiao Lan shook her head: "No, you have to inquire tomorrow. The sooner the better. Find more craftsmen who are good at carving. Spend the money first. If you don't have enough, come and get it from me directly."
Qiao Lan's words were all about this, how could Duan Mingjing refuse.
But Duan Mingjing was still a little confused. Why did his mother suddenly want to print a book and asked for it as soon as possible? She even asked her sister-in-law to store more food in her hometown. Could something happen?
After experiencing so many ups and downs, the whole family relied on the old lady's decision-making to get through it smoothly. Duan Mingjing believed in his mother's words more than anyone else.
It was also because of his belief that he couldn't help but worry.
"Mom, is something going to happen? Are you so anxious?" Duan Mingjing asked anxiously, fearing that his mother would scold him again.
Qiao Lan glanced at her second son and said, "This winter is much colder than in previous years. The snow has not melted yet. It seems that this year's harvest will not be very good."
Qiao Lan said a few words briefly.
After hearing this, Duan Mingjing's expression suddenly became more relaxed, and he began to comfort him: "Mom, don't worry! Our family has so much land, and there are thousands of acres of fertile land gifted by His Majesty, we will never be hungry!"
"What about the ordinary people outside?" Qiao Lan asked.
"Mom, this is God's business. God made this year a disaster year. It is a disaster year, and it is not my fault. It has nothing to do with our family." Duan Mingjing said matter-of-factly, and suddenly glanced at his mother.
, instinctively trembled.
Qiao Lan looked at Duan Mingjing expressionlessly and said nothing.
Indeed, climate change is not something she can decide. Even if ordinary people outside are hungry, her family has thousands of acres of fertile land, which is more than enough to feed a family.
Qiao Lan learned an allusion when she was studying, saying why not eat minced meat. Emperor Hui of Jin saw the people outside eating tree bark and asked them why they didn't drink porridge. Now she turns a blind eye and does nothing. How is she different from Emperor Hui of Jin?
There are no poor families in the upper class, and there are no nobles in the lower class. She cannot change the class of scholars, farmers, industry and merchants. In the world of the nobles, they are superior to others since they are born, and they do not have to understand the sufferings of the common people.
But she is not, she is Qiao Lan, not Qiao. She has read so many books and read so much history, and knows that human beings must join hands and advance and retreat together in the face of natural disasters.