No matter if you are a human or an immortal, you can still farm for me after traveling through time!

After a few days of inquiries, Ji Qingyue learned that there was no such language as English in this era. Even so, it did not hinder his decision to act according to the plan.

The truth is most real when it is hard to tell the false.

It was another early morning when the market just opened. Ji Qingyue left the deserted temple early and walked onto the street. There were rows of Hu people's caravans on the street. The guys had already loaded the goods and were doing the final check before departure.

As more and more people walked on the road, some hurriedly lined up to leave the market, while others set up stalls and sold goods in an orderly manner...

When passing the end of the convoy, the bag on Ji Qingyue's chest suddenly fell apart for some reason, and the copper coins inside fell to the ground with a clang.

"Oh!" Ji Qingyue had no choice but to squat down and pick up the copper coins in a hurry.

Seeing this, several enthusiastic passers-by and waiters immediately stepped forward to help, demonstrating the excellent quality of honesty and integrity. They comforted Ji Qingyue not to worry while picking up the coins.

Little did they know that just as they bent down to pick up the things, Ji Qingyue quickly reached under the car board, then immediately retracted his hand, apparently reaching for the lost items under the car board.

No one knew what inconspicuous thing he had stuck under the carriage beside him.

"Thank you!!"

"What?"

Faced with Ji Qingyue's incomprehensible gibberish and the Persian-speaking Hu people waving their hands to indicate that they didn't understand, Ji Qingyue could only smile and express his gratitude to everyone in a friendly manner with expressions and gestures, then casually put the lost copper coins into his saddle bag, turned around and left the convoy, and the next second he blended into the vast crowd.

Everyone thought that this was just an ordinary episode that couldn't be more ordinary. After doing a good deed, the guy watched Ji Qingyue go away, and then continued to busy himself with the unfinished work in his hands. He continued to count the goods on the carriage and reported to the team leader after confirming that everything was correct. After receiving all the confirmations, the team leader immediately ordered to set off.

After doing all this, Ji Qingyue wandered aimlessly on the street. When he saw something that interested him, he would take a look at it, and when he saw delicious food, he would taste it. Although such attempts based solely on interest resulted in many setbacks, he also gained a lot of new experiences, so he was happy to give it a try.

In this way, Ji Qingyue played in the market without any plan for three days, walked almost all over the market, and returned to the deserted temple only when the market was about to close every day.

At the closing time of the third day, he did not return to the deserted temple where he had stayed for a few days, but found another more remote small temple, hid in it, and waited quietly for the night to fall.

The small land temple has been in disrepair for many years. It seems that no one has worshipped here since before the ban on Buddhism. The statue of the deity is nowhere to be seen. The collapsed earth walls and large areas of the shiny roof that have leaked through show that this place can no longer provide shelter from the wind and rain. Not to mention passers-by who are staying here temporarily, even beggars won't even look at it twice.

Ji Qingyue sat behind the altar, quietly waiting for the time to come.

That night, no one knew that someone had escaped from Chang'an City without anyone noticing.

Ji Qingyue stood on the top of the steep mountain again. It was pitch black below the mountain and it was even quieter outside the painting, even quieter than a closed market. He wondered if the caravan transporting goods had discovered the things under the cart.

Probably not, he heard some mumbling outside that sounded like someone in a sleep.

Long before he made up his mind to follow the caravan out of Chang'an, he had been secretly checking for a suitable team. The destination of this team was Persia. They would cross the corridor to the Western Regions of Dali, leave the territory of Dali and enter the territories of the Western Regions, then cross the Tianshan Mountains through Central Asia and finally reach the destination. The whole journey was about 6,000 kilometers.

When the caravan came, they brought gems, spices and medicinal herbs, and when they returned, they were loaded with silk. If these silk fabrics, which were equivalent to gold, could successfully reach the West, the people in the caravan could make a fortune, and with this income they could have a good rest for a while.

After leaving Chang'an, the road was flat for a long distance and was managed by soldiers. The caravan with complete formalities moved very quickly. Within ten days, they arrived at the beginning of the corridor and crossed the corridor to reach the vast Western Regions.

Originally, Ji Qingyue thought that as long as they left Chang'an, the caravan would be fine. However, every time the caravan passed through a provincial capital or a county town along the way, it encountered strict inspections. Not only the goods of the caravan were checked, but also the number of people in the caravan. If there was one more or one less person, it would be difficult to pass.

This scene immediately made Ji Qingyue give up the idea of ​​"getting off" midway, but it was also because of the various checks and inspections along the way that he was able to know the procedures and documents for entering and exiting the checkpoints.

When Hu merchants entered the territory of Dali from the Western Regions, they had to apply for a pass from the local state government. Not only did they need to show their identity, but they also had to have someone to guarantee them. They could only get the pass after the state government officials verified their identities and that they had passed the customs with their goods.

The identity issue is not easy to resolve within Dali. One has to leave Dali and go abroad before one can find ways to fish in troubled waters.

So, Ji Qingyue used a handful of fish glue to stick the drawing paper under the cart, and followed the caravan to the Dali border by crawling under the cart.

It was already October when the caravan finally arrived at the border after going through untold hardships. During these two months, Ji Qingyue stayed in the painting wholeheartedly, farming while paying attention to the conversations outside. Since entering the desolate Western Regions, the news about people's livelihood became less and less, and what increased was the rumors of war.

The situation began to become turbulent. Not only the Uighurs in the north, but the Tuyuhun in the south were also ready to make a move. As winter approached, they repeatedly disturbed the border and plundered nearby villages and passing caravans.

The emperor was furious but had to calm down and send someone to Tuyuhun immediately.

With the arrival of winter, a feeling of uneasiness was everywhere. The busy season for the caravans had passed, and the corridor had become much quieter. There were no long caravans of horses or camels, only a single carriage travelling alone on the trade route.

Unlike the huge caravan pulling dozens of carts, this caravan was pitifully small, with only one person, one horse, and one cart.

The Hu man driving the carriage was a black curly-haired Hu man wearing Hu clothing. Judging from his clothes alone, he was no different from ordinary people, but his deep eye sockets, high nose and beard showed that he was a foreigner.

In November, snow had already fallen in some places in the northwest, and most roads began to freeze. After the ice melted, the roads became muddy, making it very difficult for horse-drawn carriages to travel. Therefore, the Hu merchant had to change his plan and decided to go to Shandan County nearby and wait until the cold winter had passed before rushing to Chang'an.

The soldiers at the city gate checked and found nothing unusual. They registered everything and performed a routine check on the cargo on the carriages.

"Puyan, what's in your car?"

The merchant spoke with an awkward accent and answered the soldier's question with difficulty: "The cart is loaded with seeds. I heard that the white sorghum is selling well in Dali recently, so I collected a lot of seeds and planned to sell them in Chang'an."

After hearing this, the soldiers opened several sacks and found that they were indeed filled with seeds, not only cotton seeds, but also other different kinds of seeds.

"Now it's not called Baidiezi, it's called cotton now!"

Pu Yan looked confused, "Cotton, cotton...?"

"Let's go, let's go!" After checking that everything was correct, the soldier waved and let Pu Yan enter the city.

Pu Yan took back his post and drove the carriage into Shandan .

Looking at the familiar building, the people in the carriage had tears in their eyes for a moment.

The Hu merchant who called himself "Pu Yan" was none other than Ji Qingyue.

It has been nearly a year since I left Shandan, but the county has changed a lot. yes Not big.

After entering West City, he quickly found a pawnshop and rented a small courtyard as a temporary place to store goods. After parking his carriage, he went out immediately, eager to find out any news about "Ji Qingyue".

What happened after the fire? How are Shilang and the others doing now?

Ji Qingyue came to Dongcheng with a foreign face. Standing in front of his former residence, he stared blankly at the gate and wall that were blackened by the thick smoke. His heart was surprisingly calm. The ruins left by the fire seemed to have been cleaned up. Looking inside from the outside of the courtyard wall, no exposed roofs or branches could be seen.

It seems that with the help of the accelerant, the fire burned down the house completely.

After seeing the scene, Ji Qingyue came to the bulletin board near the county government office. The stall in the prime location was still selling Hu bing and hot tea as always.

The notices from the beginning of the month have long been taken down, and what is displayed now are the latest news in recent times.

A Hu man is looking at the bulletin board of Dali, looking a bit eye-catching.

So Ji Qingyue went to the tea stall next door, bought a cake and a pot of tea, and started chatting with people.

"Where are you from, sir? Can you speak Dali Mandarin?"

Ji Qingyue tore off a piece of the biscuit, put it in his mouth and chewed it, still speaking in that stiff and awkward accent: "I am from Turkic."

The stall owner nodded, looking as if he understood: "No wonder he can speak Dali Mandarin."

The Tuqish were a tribe on the northwestern border of Dali. They had close contacts with Dali, so it was normal for them to speak Dali language.

"Old man, I heard that there is a trend of planting cotton in Dali recently. I plan to bring cotton seeds to Chang'an this time. I wonder how the situation is this year?"

Hearing about cotton, the old man laughed out loud, his face full of excitement: "You don't know, this year is the first year that the county government has allowed cotton planting. At the beginning, no one dared to estimate it high, but we never thought that after a year, the results would be so remarkable!!! Not only did the cotton seeds sprout, but they also successfully produced cotton! I have worn linen all my life, and I never thought that one day I would be able to wear such soft and warm cloth!" It can be seen that the old man is full of expectations for the fabrics made of cotton.

Hearing this expected answer, Ji Qingyue lowered his head and smiled while drinking tea.

After saying this, the old man drooped his lips again and cursed indignantly: "What's abominable is that Mr. Ji, who provided the cotton seeds, was harmed by someone!!"

Ji Qingyue looked curious and urged the old man to continue.

"Alas, I don't know if he was really murdered. The first notice posted by the county government said that Ji Qingyue was burned to death and his body was gone. But two days later, a new notice was posted saying that Ji Langjun was missing." The old man had a look of pity on his face and shook his head. It was obvious that he had no hope for such a statement. "It's no wonder that Ji Langjun's brother made such a request. Anyone would keep a glimmer of hope when they can't find the body of their family members... But now it has been almost a year, and there is still no news about Ji Langjun..."

Ji Qingyue immediately understood, it must be Erlang...

"It's not just Mr. Ji who is a rare talent, his two younger brothers are equally outstanding..." Then the old man told Ji Qingyue a story about what happened two or three years ago when bandits were rampant...

Ji Qingyue put on a surprised expression and was forced to relive the series of thrilling experiences that happened when he first came into this world.

……

The old man talked eloquently, and at the end he was still a little unsatisfied: "The story of Li Jia Erlang sneaking into the bandit's lair to rescue his younger brother and going up the mountain to fight the bandits has long been compiled into a storybook. If you are interested, go to the restaurant and listen to it. It's more vivid than what I said!! "

Ji Qingyue smiled and said "Of course, of course", then asked about his other younger brother.

"Wow! The third son of the Li family is even more amazing! He passed the state examination at the age of only eighteen! He is the youngest candidate in the entire Northwest!!" The old man showed an expression of "proud of himself" and was truly happy and proud of this young man whom he had never met.

On the way from the border to Chang'an, Ji Qingyue had already seen the good news that Li Sanlang had passed the exam on the red list posted in various counties and prefectures. Now seeing a stranger so happy for Sanlang, he was also very happy.

After chatting for a while and having a certain understanding of the situation in the county town, Ji Qingyue decided to say goodbye to the old man and go to Tai'an Tower to take a look. He thought that no matter how well-informed the stall owner was, he could not be so powerful as to know the situation of other members of the Li family.

In the bleak winter season, the flow of people in the county is naturally not as fast as in early spring and midsummer. Even so, there are still many Hu merchants like Ji Qingyue who choose to stay in Shandan to rest temporarily and go to Chang'an when the weather improves or spring comes.

Tai'anlou is indeed a big restaurant that has been welcoming guests in Shandan for many years. In such weather, it is still crowded with people.

Ji Qingyue lifted the windproof curtain at the door and walked into the building.

The bright lobby was packed with people, with Han and Hu people living in the same room. Even though they sometimes couldn't speak the same language, it didn't hinder communication between the two sides. There was no misunderstanding that couldn't be resolved with a glass of wine.

The waiter in the building led Ji Qingyue to an empty table and made tea.

The first thing Ji Qingyue saw when he entered the store was that most of the customers had a green leafy vegetable on their tables. Although the dish was just boiled cabbage, at least the portion was large and most people could afford it.

So Ji Qingyue called the waiter and asked about the price of the cabbage.

"Hey, sir, don't worry. stop , Now in the whole northwest, the cabbage in our Shandan area is the cheapest and most affordable. Although it is more expensive than meat, it is still affordable. "The waiter signaled Ji Qingyue to order the dishes without worry.

So he ordered a dish of lamb and a dish of cabbage.

After the meal, Ji Qingyue figured out the inside story of why vegetables became cheaper.

In fact, it is not that vegetables have become cheaper, but that cabbage has become more popular. If you want to eat fresh vegetables other than cabbage, it is still a bit difficult and a luxury. Especially after Ji Qingyue was "murdered", Tai'anlou's booming fresh vegetable business suffered a heavy blow immediately. Later, it relied on the cabbage grown by its own tenant farmers to barely recover part of the losses.

After June, the Li family began to sell cabbage seeds to nearby residents, and informed them of the planting methods and seed preservation requirements, and told the growers to carefully screen the seeds, so that the excellent seeds and excellent characteristics could be maintained. Later, the farmers sold the cabbages they grew to restaurants in the county and even the provincial capital, causing the cabbage prices in the surrounding counties and provincial capital to drop to the lowest point in history.

In this way, cabbage is no longer a noble dish.

Although the situation did not meet Ji Qingyue's expectations, he was pleased with the change. If the land in the northwest was not really suitable for growing other types of vegetables, it would be difficult to promote vegetables other than cabbage in a short period of time.

This cannot be accomplished overnight. Shandan is now busy planting cotton, which has occupied a portion of the arable land. Cabbage is gradually taking over as well. Only when there is enough food can other types of crops be planted safely.

Back in the rented yard, Ji Qingyue sat down and began to think about his next move.

Should I send a message to the Li family...tell them that he is back...?