Song Liyun was curious and followed Song Dekui into the courtyard to have a look.
Lady Yun packed up her needlework and quickly fetched water to help Song Dekui wash his face.
Under Song Dekui's nervous reminder, Song Liyun finally saw the "liang melon" in the carton.
It's not much bigger than a fist, with a green-skinned pattern and a dried melon vine.
This is watermelon!
When Song Dekui washed his face and changed clothes and entered the house, he saw the cold melon that had been cut into several pieces to reveal the pink flesh inside. He suddenly screamed: "Lin Qingyuan said that this melon must be stored in the ice cellar first."
Let it sit overnight, neither freezing nor heating, then use a silver knife to pick out thin openings, and then cut into small pieces..."
Song Liyun also plucked the black seeds from the melon flesh and said, "Did Lin Qingyuan also say that you have to take a bath, change clothes, burn incense and worship your ancestors before eating?"
Song Dekui was stunned: "How do you know?"
Song Liyun carefully collected the seeds and said, "I won't eat the cold melon anymore. Leave one segment for Xiao An and share the rest with Uncle Erlang!"
This watermelon is not much bigger than a fist. Song Liyun has tasted it just now. It is relatively sweet and has enough water. It is a rare and good melon.
Song Dekui didn't go to eat melons, but just watched her collect melon seeds, and said excitedly: "Xiaoyun, are you going to grow melons? Just like growing rapeseed in Daping?"
In the spring, Daping brought some vegetable seeds back to Xiaoshi Village from Baolinju. Now he heard that he had harvested a lot more rapeseeds and was going to find an oil mill to press oil.
The rapeseed in Suijin Town has been harvested long ago, and the oil is also squeezed out. It produces more oil than soybean oil. He has eaten it and it is very delicious.
Song Liyun nodded: "Since the cold melon has seeds, you can naturally grow it yourself. It will be bigger than the wooden basin and you can eat as much as you want in the future."
Song Dekui was shocked, and his hands holding the cool melon were shaking: "Xiaoyun, I know you know a lot and can do business. The wool and horns on the grassland are sold at sky-high prices.
What Lin Xiaozi and Wan Yanming are talking about now are how you can make money cleverly.
But no matter how capable you are, I can’t lie to Uncle Kui and tell you nonsense!”
"Lin Qingyuan once said that this cold melon cannot be grown. It is born and grows forever. It has no fixed place to grow. It can only be found in desolate and uninhabited places."
"Every time I look for Lianggua in the summer, I have to risk my life!"
Now Wan Jia and Lin Qingyuan have taken over Qi Jia's leather goods and jewelry business in Hecheng.
Not only did he open a workshop directly there to make bags, horn combs, and horn jewelry, but he also made buttons with various broken stones.
There are many fur craftsmen in Hecheng. Although their craftsmanship is not as exquisite as those in the bustling capital, they still process the fur.
Not only has the price increased several times, Wanjia has also increased its shipments in road transportation.
Lin Qingyuan took over the Qi family's jewelry business, and with Song Liyun's ideas, the jewelry ranged from high to high to low.
The Qi family who escaped have never been "caught", and the lawsuit in Beijing has been under investigation and evidence collection.
If there is no news, it is good news. There is no news from the Qi family and the emperor's princess.
Under the intimidation and payment from the garrison, the merchants in Hecheng quickly accepted the reality.
Originally, everything was familiar, and there were several more ways to make money.
Four months have passed, and money is rolling in from the garrison's account room like water.
Everyone knows that this money is not only due to the favorable time and place of Hecheng and Border Gate, but also has something to do with Song Liyun.
But this melon is different. It grows naturally in the desert.
There are wolves in the Gobi desert in no man's land. Song Dekui has seen them before.
This cold melon grows in the sandy soil of the Gobi Desert, and even herders are reluctant to step into it.
Now Xiaoyun actually wants to plant... Song Dekui's suspicion slowly faded away, and some expectations arose inexplicably. Maybe Xiaoyun would really grow cold melons in the future.
The cold melon cannot be put away after it has been opened. Song Liyun cut the melon into thin slices and asked Song Dekui to deliver it to Han Ming, Song Erlang and others. Everyone wanted to try this rare product on the grassland.
Not long after Song Dekui left, Lady Yun came over again and said that Abu was back, followed by the naive Zhe Mao.
The two big black guys were sweating profusely and still holding the cardboard box.
Song Liyun looked at Zhe Mao who suddenly appeared, then looked at the cardboard box, and suddenly felt like laughing.
I’m holding a cardboard box today. Is there another watermelon in it?
The two put down the cartons, and Zhe Mao quickly saluted Song Liyun and said hello. Although he often came to Baolin Residence, he was always so respectful.
Song Liyun asked him and Yun Niang to wash up, and then asked Abu why Zhe Mao came during the day.
After all, Zhe Mao is a member of the Di tribe. Even if he changes into Wu Dynasty clothes, his Di tribe face cannot be concealed.
Ruijin Town is now prosperous. Although the disaster is rarely mentioned, ordinary people are still not very friendly towards the Di people, and avoidable conflicts must be avoided.
Abu pulled a cattail leaf fan to fan himself, and said with a smile: "Bahrain found a lot of cold melons in the Gobi. Fortunately, there were ten of them, so he sent four to Kara Mountain and sent the rest back."
Here it is.”
"Look, it's okay!"
With that said, Abu opened the carton and revealed the pitifully small watermelon inside.
Yesterday, he sent the fresh fruits and vegetables bought in the town to the entrance of the Huangsha River Valley. He met Bahrain who had already moved and settled there, and asked Zhe Mao to bring cold melons.
In Bahrain's heart, Song Liyun lived in the Wu Dynasty and was of great help to his tribe, so he was naturally close to him.
However, it was indeed worth the hardship of his tribe's trek. Only half a year later, the tribe's fur horns were replaced with enough salt cloth, allowing everyone to wear soft and close-fitting underwear.
Now if you find any cold melon, bring it over first.
Song Liyun smiled and said: "The river is now in full swing. It is not easy to come here from outside the Huangsha River Valley. Zhe Mao will not come here just for these melons. He must have something to say!"
Zhe Mao quickly cleaned up and came over, and told Song Liyun the origin of Liang Gua.
Song Liyun is now learning the Di dialect from Abu, and communicating with Zhe Mao no longer has the burden.
When Zhe Mao said that the cold melon was picked from the Gobi Desert they had walked through before, Song Liyun nodded.
She walked that section of the road when she came back from Kara Mountain, but it was still covered with snow at that time, so she couldn't tell it was any different from other places. Now she thought it was soil that could grow watermelons.
Lianggua is obviously not the main reason why Zhe Mao came to Broken Gold Town.
When Abu left, Zhe Mao rubbed his big hands and said naively: "The Bahrain leader said that he would like to ask the young lady to visit the Bahrain tribe when she has time. It would be... better if she could bring some wood!"
"What's going on? Your tribe will stay in the river valley from now on and won't have to migrate in winter. The feed transported during this period is not enough?"
Song Liyun was confused and thought Zhe Mao wanted fodder.
The Bahrain tribe is planning to settle at the mouth of the valley. The grassland there is not big enough to feed the entire tribe.
During these times, in addition to having grass cut and stored from other places, fodder was also transported from Ruijin Town.
When Zhe Mao heard that Song Liyun suspected that there was not enough fodder, he quickly waved his hand and said: "The straw we pulled over is piled up. It should be enough for the tribe's cattle to eat for half a month!"
Half a month... is obviously not enough for the long winter. Fortunately, the time is still long, and there will be more straw sent from Wu Chao.
Zhe Mao fussed for a while before finally explaining the matter clearly.
What Bahrain wanted was wood or firewood, so he asked Song Liyun to bring some there.
It turns out that the Bahrain tribe wanted to hold a ceremony before Song Liyun got married.
It means to swear allegiance to the death, pass it down from generation to generation, and become Song Liyun's private military tribe.
This is different from other vassal tribes in the future. Basically, the Bahrain tribe is her private property, and its status is the same as that of the Uda tribe.
However, the status is consistent with the price paid. The life and death of everyone in the Bahrain tribe is under her control, including the leader Bahrain himself.