Spring comes to the desperate place

The hidden grain had vanished without a trace, and the grain that had been painstakingly transported back had turned into sand. At this moment, the old man had only one thought: My life is over!

The man sent by the King of Pingnan naturally did not believe that the grain would be switched on its own. He was more inclined to believe that there was a traitor among them. In addition, the old man had been suppressing the news of Cai Sheng's escape. Knowing about it but not reporting it would make his crime even more serious!

When the King of Pingnan received the news, he thought the same thing: that the people guarding the grain had stolen it from their own guards, and that Cai Sheng must have let it go on purpose. Otherwise, how could Cai Sheng, with his two legs, have outrun these highly skilled guards and left no trace?

The old man and his group of guards were quickly brought back. The King of Pingnan tortured them severely, but all of their testimonies were consistent, including the old man's own. They were imprisoned for more than half a month, and almost every form of torture in the prison was used, but no one revealed the whereabouts of the food or Cai Sheng.

Now that things had come to this, even the King of Pingnan himself was beginning to believe what these people were saying.

But if there wasn't a traitor, who could transport so much grain without anyone noticing and without leaving a trace?

The King of Pingnan couldn't help but think of the rumors about Song Chunlin. Song Chunlin had been in the border and the north for so many years. He was flamboyant in his actions, and there were so many people on the battlefield. He couldn't possibly give each of them a mental suggestion. He could only blur their memories within a certain range, so that they would gradually forget what the mutated vines looked like.

His mental realm is vast and expansive, but there are too many people on the battlefield, and inevitably there will be a few who slip through the net because they are standing further away. Although these small fish cannot see what is happening in the center, they can fill in the gaps in their minds.

As a result, there have been more rumors about Song Chunlin than about Gu Fengyue over the years. Some people say he is a monster or a scourge, while others believe he is an auspicious omen, and that no war he participates in has ever been lost.

Without exception, all the rumors about Song Chunlin claimed that he was omnipotent, such as shrinking the earth to an inch or traveling a thousand miles a day. Even more exaggerated rumors claimed that he was three zhang tall and could kill a group of people with a single wave of his hand. Such rumors were so shocking that even Song Chunlin himself was astonished by them.

How tall is he? Three zhang (approximately 10 meters)?

With a wave of his hand, whose hand was it? His?

Song Chunlin really couldn't understand who would believe these outrageous rumors; he couldn't possibly think that anyone could grow to be three zhang tall.

The Prince of Pingnan naturally didn't believe it either, but he knew that some things weren't baseless rumors. The spies he had planted in the capital for so many years hadn't found anything strange about the Song family. The Song family, including Song Dazhuang and Song Dahe, were honest and hardworking farmers who spent all year either farming or teaching others how to farm.

Song Chunsheng surpassed his teacher, having even more students than Song Dazhuang.

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song couldn't find any flaws, because they had no flaws at all. Grandpa Song used to be an accountant, and now that he's old, he's enjoying his retirement at home with his grandchildren.

Among the children in Song Dazhuang, only Song Chunming's identity is somewhat special. There are not many other special children. They are all smart, but only Song Chunming is exceptionally smart. However, he is not a member of the Song family.

These are just ordinary farmers, at most they are good at farming. From discovering new staple crops to improving corn seeds, and then to improving local rice and wheat seeds, these are all things that happen in the fields and have nothing to do with fighting.

So the King of Pingnan couldn't understand where the grain had gone, and what about Cai Sheng? His original plan was foolproof: bind Cai Sheng and imprison him. If Cai Sheng was willing to submit, that would be best. If not, bring him back. No matter what method he used, he would make Cai Sheng loyal to him.

It's a pity that the imperial court protected Cai Sheng's clan very well. To this day, he still doesn't know where they went, and even after using all the secret agents in the capital, they still couldn't find them.

It was the same back then; a group of people vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

Just as the King of Pingnan was worrying about how to deal with the monster-like Song Chunlin, Song Chunlin had already quietly sneaked into his rear, that is, his warehouse.

This warehouse was not the prince's private treasury, but the armory of their military camp. Song Chunlin looked at the weapons, armor, shields, and even the Ministry of War's latest improved composite crossbows, which included both bows and crossbows. Song Chunlin himself had never seen those crossbows before.

He tried it out and found that the crossbow had been modified to be lightweight and agile, but it could not fire continuously. However, if an assassin were equipped with this, aiming at the target's vital points, it could be a fatal blow. It could be described as a deadly weapon for home or travel.

Getting back to the point, Song Chunlin looked at the weapons and armor, which didn't seem to fill the armory yet. This meant that either the Prince of Pingnan had already distributed a batch, or he had reserved this space for other weapons.

Over the years, the northern regions have used explosives to destroy many cities of the Jin people. Could this empty space be a place that the King of Pingnan left to store explosives?

Given his abduction of Cai Sheng, it's hard not to suspect his motives.

After thinking for a moment, Song Chunlin decided to wait a little longer. Since the Prince of Pingnan had the means to stockpile so many weapons, he must have iron mines in private that could be used to forge a large number of weapons. It might even be a whole mine. Otherwise, the court would have known about such a large consumption.

If we could find their mines and seize their iron ore with a wave of our hand, I wonder if that prince's face would turn as black as the northern black soil.

While Song Chunlin was eager to make a name for himself, the letter he had entrusted to the Song family's fleet also successfully reached Song Dazhuang's hands.

The letter was written in pinyin, which Gu Fengyun couldn't understand, but the Song family members, especially Song Chunxiao, Song Chunhua and their younger siblings, could understand it, including Li Gensheng.

However, all the men in the family were at the academy at the moment, so Song Qinshi temporarily grabbed Song Chunhua to translate for Song Chunlin. The translated letter was then successfully delivered to Gu Fengyun under the pretext of delivering vegetables.

Song Chunlin didn't write much; he mostly used coded language, which only Gu Fengyue could understand. Gu Fengyun pondered the letter for a long time before he could figure out what Song Chunlin was trying to express.