Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"Jiahe, you are so awesome. Where did you borrow it from?" Wang Mang exclaimed happily.

"I borrowed it from Miss Li Qingzhao."

"Oh, she's such a nice person."

Wang Mang had heard Su Jiahe tell the story of Li Qingzhao, so he was not surprised, but Song Yingxing looked stunned.

"What? Borrowing firearms from Li Qingzhao? You're talking about that female poet from the Song Dynasty?"

"Mr. Song, don't worry about these details. Let's send these firearms to the front line tomorrow. Mr. Lu is waiting anxiously." Wang Mang said.

The next day, Wang Mang organized a convoy to transport more than 100 boxes of muskets and gunpowder to Dasan Pass. Ten days later, he received the victory report from Lu You from the front line.

"Miss Su, thank you for your help." At the celebration banquet, Lu You thanked Su Jiahe repeatedly.

"You're welcome. I'm just offering my appreciation. Mr. Lu, you've been exposed to the wind and sun on the front line these days, and you look much more haggard. Eat something good to replenish your body." Su Jiahe said as she picked up a roasted chicken leg for Lu You.

Fortunately, Su Jiahe brought a lot of supplies this time, and life has been good in the remote Guanzhong area.

"Mr. Lu, can you stay a few more days when you come back this time?" Song Yingxing admired Lu You very much and always wanted to find an opportunity to talk to him more.

"It won't work this time. Maybe next time." Lu You waved his hand. "After the Jin army suffered a setback, they might counterattack. I need to go back and inspect immediately."

"Why don't I go too? I can be a military advisor or something." Wang Mang suddenly volunteered.

"Brother Wang, you are old and the frontline is difficult. You should stay here."

"Okay, someone has to be in charge of the rear. I and the guys from the firearms factory have made a new batch of gunpowder. You can take it back. If the Jin people come again, we will cover the enemy with fire." Wang Mang said as he picked up a piece of ham and handed it to Lu You.

"Firearms are limited and we cannot rely on them too much. I have been thinking about whether there are better tactics that can use the least amount of firearms to achieve the greatest effect." Lu You said solemnly.

"Hey, I remember that the book Miss Su gave me talked about a tactic called the 'three-three system', which was the most commonly used in later generations." Song Yingxing said, and took out the "Militia Training Manual" and turned to the chapter on tactics.

"So it's here," Lu You nodded and said, "Miss Su also gave me a similar book, but I hadn't read this part yet. Thank you, Mr. Song, for pointing it out."

"Mr. Lu, look, it also talks about how to conceal yourself and how to outflank the enemy..."

Song Yingxing held the book and read it with Lu You, discussing it with each other, completely forgetting the half-eaten meal.

"Hey, wait until you finish eating before watching, the food is getting cold." Wang Mang reminded.

"I'm full, you guys eat." After saying this, Lu You continued to read with his head down.

"I'm full too." Song Yingxing said.

"You guys are full so quickly, I won't eat anymore," Wang Mang put down his chopsticks, "Jiahe, you should eat more."

"Ah, you all don't want to eat anymore. Actually, I'm not that hungry. Don't waste the leftovers. I'll put them away and treat Mr. Lu to them next time." Su Jiahe said as he started to clean up the food and dishes.

Lu You put on his coat, said goodbye to everyone, went out, mounted his horse, and gradually disappeared on the mountain road with the caravan.

"Mr. Song, I'll be sorry to see you through this," Wang Mang patted Song Yingxing on the shoulder. "We must strive to create our own muskets as soon as possible to cure the Song Dynasty's fear of insufficient firepower."

"What is the fear of insufficient firepower?" Song Yingxing was stunned.

"Without sufficient firepower, one will lack confidence in facing the enemy. If firearms can be used freely, who cares about tactics?"

"Yes, the Jin soldiers now basically use swords and spears. If they use firearms, they will definitely be unstoppable. I will definitely do my best in this matter."

"You guys go ahead and do your work. I'm going to the village to see a doctor. There was a child with a fever yesterday. I wonder if he's better today."

Seeing how hard everyone worked, Su Jiahe felt embarrassed to slack off, so she hurried out with her medicine box on her back. As soon as she arrived at the village, she ran into Gou'er and his family on the ridge of a field.

"Miss Su, you are here to practice medicine again."

"Gou'er, you look very happy today." When Su Jiahe first met Gou'er's family, they all had sad faces, and she had never seen them smile.

"We were just about to thank you. The new seeds you sent are truly extraordinary. The seedlings are growing thick and healthy."

Su Jiahe stood on the ridge of the field and saw that Gou'er's field was green and lush, and the crops were indeed growing better than those of other families.

"That's great, congratulations." After Su Jiahe said that, he continued to rush to the patient's home.

Autumn arrived in the blink of an eye, and every household in the village who used the new seeds harvested several times more than others. Every household beat drums and gongs to celebrate the unprecedented harvest. As soon as Su Jiahe arrived in the village, he was surrounded by a group of people.

"Miss Su, this is the roast chicken my mother made. She asked me to give it to you." The dog in the front stuffed a lotus leaf bun into Su Jiahe's hand.

"No, no," Su Jiahe's face changed, and she quickly pushed the package away. "I remember you only have one laying hen at home, how can I accept it?"

"The grain harvest is good this year, and my father exchanged it for a group of chickens and ducks. Miss Su, please accept it. This is a gift from our family." Gou'er's face was already full of smiles.

"Miss Su, you gave us seeds and cured my child's illness. Please accept these two pickled fish."

"Miss Su, thanks to the good harvest this year, I was able to pay off my foreign debts. I don't have anything good to give you at home, so I'll give you this basket of fruit."

"No, no, I can't take it all." Su Jiahe declined again and again, but he couldn't stop the villagers' enthusiasm, and soon his body was covered with local specialties.

After waiting for a long time for this group of people to disperse, the next group of people surrounded us.

"Miss Su, do you still have those seeds? Can you give us some too?"

"I didn't ask for it during the spring plowing this year. Now I really regret it."

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Su Jiahe was very happy to see that everyone accepted the new seeds he promoted.

"I still have some here, and I'll give them to you next year."

When Su Jiahe returned to her residence, she happened to run into Lu You, who hadn't been home for a long time. Months of military service had made the frail Lu You look dark and robust, with a touch of heroism between his brows.

"Mr. Lu, you're finally back. How's the situation at the front?"

"Thanks to your help, the Jin army in this area has been completely defeated."

"Great, congratulations on your victory."

"Alas, we have our hands full," Wang Mang said. "The Emperor has ordered us to write a detailed firearms production process, train a group of craftsmen, build factories across the country, and popularize firearms in the army."

"This is a good thing. The emperor was originally determined to recover the lost territory, but he advocated peace after the failure of the Northern Expedition. It was your firearms that allowed the emperor to regroup." Lu You said, and couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing.

"Mr. Lu, the Jin army on the border has been driven away. Are you going back this time?" Su Jiahe asked.

"Of course we have to press on with the victory, but I'm going to stay for a few days until someone comes along."