Chapter 394 Guanyin Soil

Su Qing'an left the people of several families to Su's father and mother and Wei Fuchang. Reading

Two hundred soldiers are still waiting to transport weapons to the north. Lü Bocheng is still waiting to use them, so they can't delay.

Su Qing'an then went to the weapons room from time to time to take a look, urging them to speed up the progress and rush out the quantity that Lü Bocheng wanted.

After instructing them on the things here, she went to the market town.

He held a meeting with dozens of village owners and inspected the work. Now that winter wheat has been harvested and early rice has been planted, there is not much work in the fields, but now the spring tea picking has not ended, and each village has a lot of things to do.

Previously, Su Qing'an led people to grow mushrooms in the caves and bamboo fungus in the forests, and now each village is following suit.

Moreover, it is the season for planting melons and beans in each village. None of the diligent mountain people are idle and chattering.

Even after the planting season, they would go up the mountain to pick mountain products, find herbs, and pick mountain fruits. There was no time to rest.

In the past few years, the village led by Su Qing'an was full of energy. The pockets were full, life became better, and life was happy. Others lived a rich life, but you couldn't compare with them, and you were embarrassed. There were almost no lazy people.

Each village owner now has his own duties, and there is also a rotating management team. When Su Qing'an is not there, the management team can also run the affairs of the village. Su Qing'an can also let go.

Now that each village is rich, each village owner has a straight back and walks with the wind.

Whenever there is a happy event in the village, they are willing to hold a banquet, and the whole village is lively. At the meeting, Su Qing'an heard a lot.

After the meeting, the leader of Zhong Village also stopped Su Qing'an: "On the fifteenth of next month, my son will marry a new wife. I hope the president will bring his family to support him."

Su Qing'an looked at the leader of Zhong Village with a blushing face and congratulated him happily: "Okay, I will definitely come. You don't have to worry about no one spending money on you in the future, right? There will be plenty of grandchildren for you to hold in the future."

The leader of Zhong Village was grinning with joy, but he still refused to admit: "Oh, how old is he."

"How old is he? He's just in his early forties. Men in their seventies and eighties can give birth to a bunch of children. Are you still worried that Bai Tong can't give birth?"

"Hehe, I'm not worried." The leader of Zhong Village was teased by other leaders, and he was happy and smiled.

After a few days, hundreds of families were settled and they were also given land.

Some took up hoes to take care of the fields, some went to work in Su Qing'an's workshops, some went to the market town to do some small business, and some went to the mountains to pick tea and mountain products. The families quickly adapted and integrated into the mountains.

The iron workshop also rushed to make the weapons that Lu Bocheng wanted, and Su Qing'an sent 200 soldiers to leave and head north.

Soon Su Qing'an received a letter from Pei Nian's men, saying that dozens of people following Su Qing'an were also arranged.

The dozens of people who originally followed the team arrived in Renzhou and begged Su Qing'an to take them in.

Su Qing'an thought about it and asked someone to take them to Renzhou.

It's not that they can't be settled in the mountains, but there are more people in the mountains now, and safety is still the primary issue. So he wrote a letter to ask Pei Nian to help settle them.

Pei Nian is now a useful person under Ma Mingwen and is no longer in Renzhou, but the person who is in charge of Renzhou now is his former subordinate, so it is quite convenient to ask him to help find a village to settle down.

Seeing that this matter has been resolved, Su Qingmei no longer cares about it.

When she returned home after a busy day, she saw Dabao and Xiaobao playing with pear blossoms and green dates in front of a pile of white soil, adding water to it and playing with it.

Su Qingmei's blood rushed to her head.

"Why are you taking out the things that mother put in the warehouse to play with?" She rushed over.

When Dabao and Xiaobao heard her voice, they were about to rush over, but when they saw Su Qingmei's stern face, they looked at their sticky hands and their dirty bodies, so they stopped.

"Mom." Dabao looked like he had done something wrong, and he lowered his head after calling her.

"Mom, why did you pull a cart of soil back? It's still such white soil, Xiaobao has never seen it before." Xiaobao was not afraid of her stern face, and pestered her to ask questions.

Lihua and Qingzao were frightened. They lowered their heads and stood there in fear.

Seeing the two children were scared, Su Qing'an felt that her tone was a bit harsh.

She glared at Xiaobao: "Did you take it out from the storehouse?"

Xiaobao nodded: "I asked grandma, and grandma said it was soil. Xiaobao had never seen white soil, so he filled a basin with it to play. Mom, this soil is sticky with water, and you can pinch things, which is fun."

This unlucky child, she worked hard to transport it all the way back from Tiantai Yongjia, and she was too busy these days to test it, and it was taken out by this child to play.

So why should there be a rest day? This energetic child should go to learn literature and martial arts every day.

Seeing Su Qing'an trying to scare the children, Su's mother hurried out: "Talk to the children, why scare them. I haven't asked you yet, why did you bring back a truckload of soil?"

"I need it. Mom, don't let Xiaobao play with it anymore, I have a use for this soil."

"Okay, the warehouse is usually locked. Today I went in to get something and was seen by Xiaobao. I saw you for a few days and you didn't say anything, thinking it was nothing serious."

"Sister, what are you going to do with the soil? Can it make money?" Qingxing surrounded her with bright eyes.

This child, now that he has learned to read the account book, only recognizes money in his eyes, and wants to exchange everything for money.

"I shortchanged you pocket money?"

"Ah? No. I was just wondering what this thing is. Sister, you worked so hard to bring it back, it must be very useful, otherwise why did you bring it all the way back, right?"

Su Qing'an glared at her and ignored her. Seeing that Lihua and Qingzao were scared, she comforted them a few words and let them go to play with Dabao and Xiaobao.

Su's mother called them away.

Seeing the children leave, Su Qing'an asked Qingxing beside her: "Where are the others?"

"Dad took them to build a house. Aunt Lu and Ruyi took Sister Xiahe and the others to the mountain to pick tea."

"Where is sister?"

"Sister went to the sauce room."

"Where is Ningning?"

"Ningning is sleeping in the room. Mother is watching, don't worry."

"Sister, what is the soil for?" Qingxing was not giving up. Thinking about the white sacks of soil, she felt that they must be very useful and might be very valuable. She surrounded Su Qing'an and asked questions non-stop.

Su Qing'an glanced at her: "Do you know Guanyin soil?"

"Yes. I heard people say that when you can't survive, you can dig Guanyin soil and eat it to survive."

"That's Guanyin soil."

"Ah?"

Those sacks of white soil are Guanyin soil? Her sister dug more than a dozen sacks of Guanyin soil and brought it back from afar. What is she doing? Is she worried that her family will have nothing to eat?

"Sister, there is still money at home, and there is a lot of food hidden in the cave..." They won't eat Guanyin soil, right? There will be a war in the south too?

Su Qing'an saw her like this and knew that she was thinking wrong, so she tapped her forehead.

Just as she was about to speak, Xiaobao ran over: "Mom, what is Guanyin soil?" The child had sharp ears and was thinking about it. He lay at the door and listened for a while, then ran over again.

Dabao followed him.

He had never heard of Guanyin soil, nor had he seen such white soil.