Spring comes to the desperate place

"Not only agricultural books, I also have many other books, so many that the big yard of our new home can't hold them all."

Everyone took a deep breath. So many books were something they could not even imagine. Scholars in those days were very precious. Not only was knowledge in the hands of the nobles, but more importantly, books were expensive, as were pens, ink, paper and inkstone. The amount of money a scholar would spend on pens, ink, paper and inkstone in a year would be an astronomical figure for a farmer, not to mention the even more expensive books.

Song Chunlin seemed to realize at this moment that industry was underdeveloped in ancient times, paper was a luxury in that era, and the printing industry was also very backward. Movable type printing had not yet been invented. It was easy for ordinary people to learn to read, but if they wanted to study, they really couldn't do it without a rich family background.

"Oh, right, the current papermaking technology is not good enough. I remember I seemed to have seen some books about papermaking..." Song Chunlin thought about it, and the Song family held their breath. The recipe just now had already shocked them, and now Song Chunlin actually said that there were books on papermaking, so was there anything else that didn't exist in that world?

"Okay, okay, let's talk about papermaking later. It's late now, let's take a rest. We have a lot of things to do tomorrow." Grandpa Song spoke, and everyone felt a little tired. The youngest, Song Xiaobao, was already sleeping soundly in Song Qin's arms.

After a simple wash, the family went back to their respective rooms to sleep. Song Chunlin was also assigned a room. This was the first time he slept alone since he traveled through time. Yesterday he slept until dawn, but today he had a lot of things to do and couldn't fall asleep.

Since he couldn't sleep, Song Chunlin simply resigned himself to entering the space. He had almost sorted the books, and the most urgent thing was to find some daily necessities.

There are many mattresses in the space, all of which were specially collected by Song Chunlin. They are the kind of mattresses that are rolled up and packed. In his previous life, Song Chunlin would take one out and put it on the ground to sleep on whenever he was not in danger. It was much more comfortable than sleeping directly on the floor. He would not feel bad if it got dirty or broken, or if he did not have time to put it away, because he had a lot of space anyway.

This time, Song Chunlin planned to arrange one for everyone in the family, but the bed had to be specially made, as ancient beds were not very suitable.

In addition to mattresses, he also found many four-piece sets, the same kind that had been turned into clothes by Song Amao and Song Qinshi. The material was soft and skin-friendly, and should be very comfortable to sleep on.

With the mattress and the four-piece set, the quilt naturally cannot be left behind. His space was filled with large and small packages, all of which were brand new and unopened quilts, including cotton quilts, down quilts, silk quilts, summer quilts, letter quilts, and all kinds of sizes. Song Chunlin prepared six quilts for each person. Song Xiaobao's was even a children's quilt. Song Chunlin himself didn't even know when he put them in, and it was just right for Song Xiaobao to use.

Now that the sleeping problem was solved, Song Chunlin looked left and right and there seemed to be nothing else to take out. All the modern utensils that required electricity were ignored by Song Chunlin. There were some pots, pans, and other utensils that did not require electricity.

Stainless steel seemed too eye-catching, so as for porcelain, Song Chunlin chose several sets of bowls and plates that looked simple and elegant, as well as a handful of the most ordinary bamboo chopsticks. These also existed in ancient times. Even the porcelain in the Gu family's villa was more exquisite and beautiful than modern ones. In comparison, the porcelain in the space was not that special.

They say food, clothing, housing and transportation are essential. Now that he has bedding for sleeping and equipment for eating, Song Chunlin counted on his fingers what is still missing.

He glanced at the pile of express deliveries and thought, he might as well open a few and try his luck.

The next morning, Song Dazhuang got up early without eating breakfast. He took the gold bracelet he had packed the night before and all the silver and money and went out.

He harnessed his carriage and rushed to the capital. The city gate had just opened. When he arrived at the yamen, the steward from yesterday was already waiting for him at the door.

Probably because of the order from the Marquis' Mansion, the land deed was processed smoothly. Song Dazhuang walked out of the yamen with a smile on his face, and went to a restaurant with the steward to have a late breakfast.

Taking advantage of the break from breakfast, Song Dazhuang inquired about the largest money house in the capital. After breakfast, he could not wait to go to the money house. The gold bracelets he brought had no patterns on them. They were just two ordinary round bracelets. The people from the money house weighed them and found them to be three taels and two cents, which translated to thirty-two taels of silver. The money house charged him a fee of three cents of silver. Song Dazhuang only asked for two silver notes and carefully put the remaining eleven taels in his arms.

Song Dazhuang first went to ask the largest furniture store in the city, and then took a look around inside before returning to the villa. It was noon when he arrived at the villa. Song Qin asked the housekeeper to borrow the kitchen and cooked her own meal. Song Chunlin said that in order to celebrate buying a new house, he smuggled many cooked dishes out from the space.

As soon as Song Dazhuang entered the door, he smelled a peculiar fragrance, a little spicy, but very fragrant.

"Dad! You're finally back. I'm hungry!" When Song Chunsheng saw his father coming back, he hurriedly pulled him to wash his hands. He was already drooling when Song Chunlin brought out the dishes just now. He was still wondering why his father hadn't come back yet. He was so greedy that he almost wanted to steal some food.

What Song Chunlin brought out today was a fragrant roast goose, crispy fried garlic spareribs, sweet and sour sweet and sour pork, and a large pot of bright red boiled fish.

Song Qin just cooked rice and fried two vegetarian dishes, one lotus root and one Chinese cabbage, both of which were produced from Song Chunlin's space. Song Qin's cooking skills were good and the dishes looked delicious.

"Da Zhuang, please show me our land deed." Grandpa Song stretched his hand in front of his son like an old child. Song Da Zhuang, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, took out the land deed and the exchanged money.

Grandpa Song was not interested in money. He took the land deed and looked at it over and over again. Before coming to the capital, his family's wish was just to settle down in a county town in the south, buy some good farmland, build a few huts, as long as the whole family was still there.

He never dreamed that in his lifetime, he would be able to own a house of his own at the feet of the emperor, and with such a big yard. Not only a big yard, but also 20 acres of fertile land. That was fertile land. In the morning, he went to the fields to take a look. The land was more fertile than the one in his hometown. If he planted crops there next year, the harvest would definitely be better than in his hometown.

What's more, they also planned to plant several high-yield crops that Song Chunlin mentioned. Twenty acres of land would have a minimum harvest of tens of thousands of kilograms. Grandpa Song was so excited that he could hardly sleep just thinking about it.