After returning to the capital, the eldest daughter saved her entire clan with her medical skills.

Murong Xun's heart was in turmoil, but his face remained expressionless, as calm as a stagnant pool.

A barely perceptible glint flickered in the depths of his profound eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, revealing an enigmatic expression.

"Uncle Zhang, let's inspect the goods."

The man's voice was cold and indifferent, calm and detached, each word seemingly coming from a deep valley, exuding an indescribable grandeur within its composure.

"Yes, master."

An elderly man with gray hair slowly walked out from the crowd, his steps steady, revealing a sense of composure and solemnity.

He walked straight to the corner in the cellar where various precious medicinal herbs were piled up.

The cellar was filled with a strong herbal aroma, and the light was dim, making it difficult to see clearly.

The old man was not affected by the environment. He carefully took out each kind of medicinal herb and counted and checked it carefully.

He gently picked up a white snake tongue grass plant, brought it close to his eyes, and carefully observed its color, shape, and texture.

Next, he gently pinched a leaf with his fingers, held it under his nose, and tried to capture its subtle scent.

To avoid misjudging, I didn't hesitate to break off a small piece of grass stem, put it in my mouth, and chew it carefully, savoring its taste and texture.

With each chew, his expression would subtly change.

The old man examined each of the medicinal herbs in the cellar carefully, sometimes showing a satisfied smile, and sometimes frowning and pondering for a moment.

They might even stop what they're doing, close their eyes, and recall the experience and knowledge they've accumulated over the years.

After carefully tasting the last medicinal herb, the old man's face showed shock, and he excitedly muttered to himself.

They seemed to have an unprecedented understanding of the quality and efficacy of these medicinal materials, and their hearts were filled with awe and wonder.

"how?"

Murong Xun's eyesight was many times better than that of ordinary people, and he could clearly see every expression on the old man's face even in the dimly lit cellar.

"Your Majesty, this batch of medicinal herbs is of superior quality. Judging from their appearance, they should have been picked recently, with bright colors and excellent age. They are truly treasures among treasures!"

The old man's eyes shone brightly, clearly indicating that he was extremely satisfied with this batch of medicinal herbs.

"Especially those wild ginseng plants, based on my many years of experience, are all over a hundred years old. Their medicinal effects are self-evident, far surpassing the century-old ginseng purchased from outside. If they are carefully processed, their value will increase several times over."

The old man held the wild ginseng and lingzhi in his hands, examining them for a long time as if they were priceless treasures, praising them endlessly.

What puzzled him was that these medicinal herbs were clearly freshly picked and looked incredibly fresh.

But it was the coldest time of winter, and the Chu and Qin kingdoms were frozen for thousands of miles, with snow falling everywhere. Where could they find medicinal herbs?

Despite his doubts, he decided not to dwell on them since he couldn't figure it out; it wasn't something he should be concerned about. His heart was quickly filled with joy.

Just as the pharmacy was about to run out of medicinal herbs and was worried about what to do, his master suddenly notified him to come and inspect the goods.

I initially thought it was just ordinary medicinal material, but it was rare in the dead of winter, so I rushed over, only to be deeply impressed by the medicinal material.

"So, very good."

Murong Xun confirmed his suspicions, realizing that the medicinal herbs were not only safe but also excellent value for money, making him even more satisfied with the shipment.

"Miss Xue is indeed trustworthy. I am very satisfied with the goods. The contract has been drafted. Please take a look at it first."

With a single glance from Murong Xun, Yueyin understood and handed the contract drafted by her master to Xue Ruanruan.

Xue Ruanruan unfolded the paper, her gaze slowly falling on it, a look of amazement flashing in her eyes.

The handwriting on the contract is like a series of agile dragons, weaving and swimming across the paper, each stroke and line full of power and charm.

Without a doubt, it must have been written by Murong Xun himself; no ordinary person could write such vigorous and powerful characters.

She read through the contract carefully. According to the agreement, she was only responsible for shipping the goods and nothing else. The profits would be split 50/50.

This is already considered a very high profit margin, considering that spirit rice and spirit wheat have many processing steps before they can be sold, not to mention other costs.

"There's nothing wrong with the contract, but the delivery schedule can be changed to once every ten days."

The terms of the contract were all drafted according to the previous agreement, except that she felt that the delivery date was too long every month and suggested that it be changed to once every ten days.

It wasn't that she was hardworking or willing to spend all day in the fields harvesting rice and wheat.

Rather, the Xue family is currently in a very difficult situation. In order to save more silver as soon as possible and improve the lives of the soldiers on the frontier, they have no choice but to work hard.

"Every ten days?"

Murong Xun looked at Xue Ruanruan hesitantly, weighing the credibility of her words.

These rice and wheat ears look like they were just harvested from the field; if planted, ten days would definitely not be enough.

If it's readily available, why can't he take it all out at once? At least he could buy all the grains and medicinal herbs at once.

The newly found legitimate daughter of the General of the State's mansion is shrouded in mystery, making him want to investigate further.

Although he didn't know where she got such rare and scarce supplies, the fact that she could supply them every ten days was undoubtedly beneficial to him.

"Yes, we deliver the goods here every ten days, then settle the payment for the previous batch, and any unsold goods are carried over to the next batch."

Xue Ruanruan urgently needs money, and if the blizzard doesn't stop, she'll have to go to the frontier herself.

The borderlands are bitterly cold, especially in winter. The biting wind cuts mercilessly across the face like a sharp blade, making one shiver uncontrollably.

The snow was falling heavily, and the world was covered in white, as if the whole world had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

In her past life, she had heard her father tell stories about the frontier.

Just hearing about those hardships and cold conditions chilled her to the bone; she couldn't imagine how difficult it would be to be in those conditions herself.

The situation is even more severe this winter, which is unusually cold.

The grain and winter supplies that Xiao Dongjia transported some time ago were simply a drop in the ocean for the 100,000-strong Xue family army, and could not sustain them for long.

Moreover, the rations for warhorses are also a crucial issue.

If even warhorses cannot be fed, then going to war on the battlefield is tantamount to courting death and putting soldiers in danger.

Coupled with the predicament faced by the General Zhenguo's Mansion, her worries grew even heavier.

Fortunately, her jade pendant space was still there, filled with abundant spiritual rice, spiritual wheat, various vegetables and fruits, rice straw and wheat straw suitable for warhorses, as well as herds of cattle, sheep, pigs and deer, and countless delicious sea fish.

If these resources could be transported to the frontier, they could solve the immediate crisis for the father and brothers and help them escape their predicament.

This trip to the frontier was probably unavoidable.