A small peasant girl who traveled through time and space picked up a war god prince

Bai Shuhui said, "Aunt, you're wrong to say that. Grandma is Siyu's biological grandmother, and Daddy and Third Uncle are also her biological uncles. Now that she's rich, why can't she help? Grandma gave birth to Fourth Uncle, and without Grandma, their family wouldn't have the good life they have now." The old lady listened to her eldest granddaughter's words and felt that they made a lot of sense. That is, if it weren't for me, the old lady, giving birth to Bai Qingyuan, how could he have the good life he has today, and how could she, Bai Siyu, be the county lord. He must be taken care of.

Old Lady Li was very satisfied and patted her eldest granddaughter. "I really didn't realize it!" This girl from the first room is usually quiet and low-key. Didn't you realize it? It seems that she is more talkative than that stupid girl from the third room, and she is more sensible and considerate!

Everyone gathered around the table at Ju Nan Yuan, marveling at the delicious food. They all thought to themselves, "How could a penny worth two pounds of soybeans actually make such delicious food?"

Long Linxiao was secretly delighted. The little girl I've chosen is definitely not ordinary. Looking at this table full of tofu, he felt it was incredible. Amazing, huh?

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Master, Grandpa, Mom, come and have a taste.

Long Linxiao didn't pick up his chopsticks and just kept looking at the food for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking.

Siyu used the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of stewed tofu for Long Linxiao. Long Linxiao came back to his senses and put it in his mouth. It was juicy, fragrant, tender and refreshing. Everyone started to eat with relish.

The joyful atmosphere in Ju Nan Garden was in stark contrast to the hunger and cold in some other places.

In a small town in the far southwest, a man brought two girls back to a courtyard. The girls' faces were now numb, no longer as lively and vibrant as they once were. Nor were their skin delicate and tender. Their hands were now calloused, their faces chapped from rubbing, their lips cracked and dry. They were now skin and bones, no longer as delicate and graceful as they once were.

Two people looked at the sky.

Do you regret it? regret.

Hate it? Yes.

So what? From being deceived in the beginning, to being sold to a brothel, and then finally being sent here, all the hatred she had felt was wiped out.

Think about how I was sold into a wealthy family. I thought I had captured the master's heart, so I became lawless and challenged the mistress, nearly getting beaten to death. I thought I was rescued and my suffering was over. Who knew? That was just the beginning of my suffering?

Mom, Dad, Grandma, Uncle, Aunt, Brothers and Sisters, if you could do it again, never harm others, because God has open eyes. It's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time has not come yet! At this time, the two people are like a dying man, and his words are kind. [I advise everyone to have a kind and grateful heart, don't be cynical, and think twice before doing anything. My dear children, let us light up the world for love. I wonder if today's manuscript fee can buy a cup of milk tea. My dear children, please urge me to update and pay attention to me.]

Are we leaving now? Are we really tired? If there's an afterlife, we must be good people and stop thinking about hurting others. There was a banging sound outside the door. "Open the door, you bastards! Get up and work, or I'll skin you alive!" Seriously, I have to tell you to get out before you start working. You're all so lazy you're maggots.

The door opened and a strong woman came in. Hey, hey, wake up, wake up, get up and work, don't wait for me to beat you.

Those two were Bai Shuya and Bai Sirou. Once high-spirited, sweet, and adorable girls, they had left the village with such pride and pride, only to be tortured and starved to death. It was truly heartbreaking. Seeing they didn't move, the woman kicked them again. Their hands and heads drooped limply to the side. Terrified, the woman collapsed to the ground, "Oh my god, someone's dead!"

Siyu doesn’t know what’s happening here, and even if she knew, she wouldn’t care, because everyone has to pay the price for what they have done.

Back to Baijia Village, the old patriarch’s home.

Is anyone home?

"Who is it?" The old patriarch opened the door. Seeing it was a servant, he stepped forward and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The servant replied, Hello, I'm looking for the hostess of this house.

The patriarch said, what do you want from her?

The servant said, "Our boss wants her to embroider a new pattern, so he asked this lady to go to the county town."

The old patriarch did not stop him and went into the house to call for help.

In the Junan Courtyard, the whole family finished their meal happily. Siyu called Li Si and asked him to deliver the remaining tofu to the clan leader's family, Li Zheng's family, the great grandfather's family, and several other families with whom the family had a good relationship. After Li Si left.

Long Linxiao asked Siyu, "Little girl, do you want to discuss something with me?"

Siyu said, what’s the matter, tell me!

Long Linxiao, can you sell me this tofu recipe?

Siyu asked, "Why don't you cooperate with me? You want to make money on your own."

Long Linxiao waved his hands hurriedly. "No, no, I..." You know, I wanted to pass the recipe on to the soldiers in the army. "I just wanted to give them another kind of food so they could have a full meal."

Long Linxiao was lost in memories of the cold winter. In the past, when winter arrived, they had to endure hunger and fight the barbarians. There was no food. These beans could only be thrown there, fed to horses or fried for the soldiers to eat to fill their stomachs. Now, there was a good way to turn them into a delicious meal. The soldiers no longer had to worry about going hungry in the winter.

When Siyu heard it was for the soldiers at the border, she had to agree, and it was her duty. Without these lovely soldiers, how could the people live in peace?

Siyu and Long Linxiao went to her study together and began to write down the recipe and precautions for making tofu. After writing it down and handing it to Long Linxiao, she also told him how to make tofu skin and dried tofu.

Long Linxiao was very grateful. "Little girl, I thank you on behalf of the soldiers. Thank you for your generous help."

Long Linxiao called out, An Yi.

An Yi turned around, clasped his hands together and saluted, Master.

Long Linxiao, hand the recipe to An Yi. Immediately send someone to deliver it to the soldiers in the barracks. Remember to find someone reliable. Also, have them stockpile soybeans from now on.

An Yi, yes, master. He flew away and disappeared into the moonlight.

Siyu then told Long Linxiao that the bean curd dregs from making tofu could actually be used to feed pigs and chickens. He said he could feed some of them to the soldiers on the frontiers to solve their meat problem.

Long Linxiao replied, "What are the soldiers doing feeding pigs, chickens, and ducks? How can they train? They don't have time to do this!"

Siyu said

Look at the wounded and disabled soldiers, so many of them go home every year. The country has not made any arrangements, although they have given pensions. However, it is possible that some people, after returning home, are still not valued by their families, and their lives are still not good, or they may be ostracized by the villagers. Look at my grandfather. It is better to call them back to the barracks, let them shine, and give them the hope and courage to live, so that they will not be looked down upon by their families, but neglected. When Long Linxiao heard this, he thought this method was very good. Now, in this backward era, let alone the disabled soldiers who were injured and retired. Just like normal people, some families will be overwhelmed by the difficulties of life. Let alone the disabled.

Long Linxiao then said goodbye to Siyu. Returning to his room, he quickly wrote a letter to his father, detailing Siyu's suggestion.

He also drew inferences from this and thought of the method of cultivating land and raising troops.

I hope you're happy. It's been a few days since we last met, and I've missed you, Father and Mother. I can't always be by your side, so I hope you take care of yourselves. I've found a recipe that can turn soybeans into delicious food. The remaining soybean dregs can be used to feed poultry. I've seen disabled soldiers being ignored after returning home. Why not recall them to the army, let them farm and raise poultry? This way, they can support themselves and help the soldiers solve their food and fodder problems. The disabled soldiers' future and livelihoods will be resolved and guaranteed, and the country will also solve part of its food and fodder problems. Why not do it? I hope you will seriously consider this matter and take action to implement it.

My son is fine, don't worry. I will be back after the autumn harvest.