After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

"The bends of the river are inherently dangerous and need to be protected by stones. In case of a flood in the summer, it can serve as a barrier. Don't you know this? Why do you want to transport the stones away?" Li Xingjian asked.

"Sir, there are a lot of stones. Everyone will move them when needed... The water in this river has never been too high..." The man lowered his head and began to explain.

Li Xingjian shook his head, feeling a little disappointed. "You should have explained these things to me instead of me. You live near the water, so you should be very clear about the harm of a flood. Once you encounter one, there is nothing you can do to stop it."

The man raised his head slightly, glanced at Li Xingjian, and immediately lowered his head: "Sir, I will bring it back tomorrow."

"What do you use the stones you bring home for?" Li Xingjian asked.

"My Lord, a corner of my pigsty was broken, so I found some stones to rebuild the wall."

"Is that so?" Li Xingjian turned his head to the side, wanting to laugh. He had just made the problem so serious, but he didn't expect it to be used on pigs. However, pigs in the village are also very valuable. He turned his head to look at the man and nodded slightly, "Go pick up stones somewhere else in the future, don't pick up stones from the riverside anymore."

"Yes."

Li Xingjian squatted down and continued to observe. "This bend is very small, and the silt needs to be cleaned up. Now that the water flow is smaller, we have the tools, so let's start working."

"Yes."

There is strength in numbers, and everyone quickly cleared the bend. Li Xingjian led his men forward, found several places that needed major repairs, and directed the villagers to continue working.

The silt that had not seen the sun for many years was piled up on the ridges of the nearby fields. It was black and smelled fishy. When the wind blew, the smell of earth drifted towards the village. Ling Junsheng was leading people to look for "sideline" opportunities. He smelled the smell and looked towards the river.

"Boss, the adults have already started work over there, and over here..." said a tall and thin yamen runner, scratching his head.

"Aren't we looking for it?" Ling Junsheng sighed. He had almost walked through the village and registered more than a dozen women who could do embroidery. The other villagers seemed to have no other specialties and were just honest farmers.

"Boss, look there." The bailiff pointed to a courtyard not far away.

"What are you looking at?"

"That old man seems to be making something up."

Ling Junsheng showed a happy expression: "Let's go over and take a look."

"it is good."

Several people walked quickly forward and stopped beside a low courtyard wall. In the courtyard, two elderly people were weaving baskets, and next to them was a pile of straw.

"What do you want to do?" The old woman noticed Ling Junsheng and his companions.

"Ma'am, can we come in and look at your baskets?"

"Of course, it's just a straw basket, nothing to see."

The old woman said as she stood up and opened the door for Ling Junsheng and the others. The old man went back to the house and took out a few small stools, which were also made of straw.

"Auntie, are you going to sell the straw baskets you make?" Ling Junsheng asked.

"I'm too old to sell it. If anyone in the nearby village needs it, I'll exchange it for rice." The old woman replied.

"Are you the only family in Xiaoshi Village who can weave?" asked a yamen runner with narrow eyes.

"Of course not. Every household can weave. It's just that we did this business when we were young and sold it in the city. We know some tricks and are better at it."

"How's your business doing in the city?" Ling Junsheng asked.

"Oh!" The old man next to him couldn't help but sigh.

"Old man, you still can't let go of the past." The old lady shook her head. "This happened more than ten or twenty years ago. The world was in chaos back then and no business was easy to do. We made the baskets and pulled the donkey cart to the city. Before we sold a few, some hooligans came to make trouble and demanded protection money. We changed the place to sell them, but another group of people came to make trouble again. In short, we didn't make much money and it was a lot of trouble, so we stopped doing it."

Ling Junsheng and several yamen runners looked at each other, and childhood memories popped into his mind. Back then, things were really not peaceful. Ling Junsheng's family had not yet moved to the county town, and the adults in the family always warned the children not to run around.

"Now that the world is better, why don't you two accept a disciple?"

"I did have an apprentice, but he moved away after he learned it." The old man said, pointing to a deserted courtyard in front.

"Weaving is simple. As long as what you weave can be used, it's fine. There's no need to learn it specifically," the old lady continued.

Weaving baskets is considered a skill. These two old people are the "treasures" of the village. If they can mobilize the villagers to learn from them, improve their skills, and sell the woven baskets to the city, they will definitely be able to make some money and live a better life.

Winter is coming, and most people have time to make them. However, there is still one step left - to find out the market. How big is the demand in Lan County or Luocheng County? I need to do some research after returning to the city to see if the woven baskets can be sold, Ling Junsheng thought secretly.

"Can I pay for a few baskets to take back?" he asked.

The old couple looked delighted, "Of course, there are some in the house."

"it is good."

Ling Junsheng came into the house and saw more than a dozen baskets of different sizes piled up in the main room. He picked out three baskets with different patterns and gave the old couple twenty coins.

"This is too much..." The old lady felt a little embarrassed.

"Please take it first. I may have something to ask you two in the next two days." Ling Junsheng bowed.

"Okay." The old lady happily accepted the money.

Several people memorized the address of the old couple's home and walked towards the clinic with their things. However, at this time, only Ah Qing was boiling medicine in the clinic, while Lin Mingxuan and Xiaoqiang went to the "skinny monkey"'s house to give acupuncture.

A yamen runner was guarding the "skinny monkey's" home, and Li Sao was invited to take care of him. The "skinny monkey" still couldn't see, but after taking the single ginseng soup, his strength recovered a little. Yesterday, after Li Xingjian had interrogated Ma Han and the other two, he came to interrogate him. His accomplices had already confessed, and it was useless for him to be stubborn, so he confessed one by one.

Knowing that he would go to jail and possibly go blind, he sat in the room as if he had lost his soul.