The next day, Zi Lan took his grandfather, grandmother and two sisters to his hot spring farm, and handed over the sign to invite an imperial physician to see the two elders.

"Your farm is getting better and better. It's really good, it feels like a resort villa."

When they arrived at the place, Mr. Yang got out of the car and walked around and took a tour. This was the first time he came. Yang sent them a hot spring village, and they went there every time.

"I can't go far, so I just want to make better arrangements and come on vacation when I have free time. Why are some places drawn by myself? It's okay."

Zilan proudly introduced them to which places were expanded by her idea and those things were repaired by my father. He introduced them one by one and took them to visit.

"Well, it's really good, it's pretty good. This forest looks a bit like it when it grows."

The old marquis nodded with a smile.

"Many of them are fragrant trees, and they can produce spices in the future. Some of them are transplanted from adult trees. Those bamboo forests were planted later and have grown taller. You can also dig bamboo shoots in winter, and the winter bamboo shoots are quite delicious."

"Really, let's go back and dig bamboo shoots and eat."

Zhao Xuan'er looked at the bamboo forest with an excited voice.

"Okay, I dug that river too. I'm afraid of drought. I can eat snails in autumn. There are fish in the fish pond. By the way, they made some pickled fish and tasted good."

"Hui'er, we've had some food when we left. Lan'er's food is good. I don't know how to do it, but her food is delicious every time."

Xuan'er happily pushed Shuhui, planning to take it with her and take it away.

"Okay, when we go back, I will ask someone to make more stuff for you. It's not long after the autumn harvest, and I've made a lot of things.

By the way, grandpa, I asked someone to collect some dried vegetables and pickled vegetables. When will you send them to the northwest? There are also some grain and forage, which are also from my farm, and I bought some."

Mr. Yang nodded with relief, "Let me ask you to transport it back, so that your second uncle can do it, don't worry. You are so capable that you can earn that little money is not enough to supplement."

"Where is it? I have made a lot of money. If I don't do any good deeds, I feel that I am in a bad way.

Besides, I have the ability and funds. Without border soldiers to defend their country. If the war is on fire, we women will experience the most terrible things. Now we are just spending some money, what is it compared to bloodshed and sacrificed."

Zilan admires soldiers very much and pays high respect, even in ancient times.

The old marquis looked at her with admiration and love, "I wish everyone could think like you."

"By the way, grandpa, I came to you this time because I have some plans to discuss with you. The idea is not very mature, but I think it can be done.

Many people in Tatar raise cattle and sheep, and we can make a big fuss about wool. My idea is, what if we use money to corrupt them.

If they were not poor, they were not strong and cold. If their lives were rich and could be enjoyed in luxury, would their cavalry be so powerful?

Cross-strait trade creates convenient conditions for them to make their lives worry-free and not be in poverty. What will happen?

At present, I can use everything I can use. The most common thing they are cattle and sheep. Wool can be made into many things and sold to the inland. For the people in the northwest, this is also an income."

Mr. Yang's eyes lit up, "Oh, you have a lot of ideas. In fact, the court is also discussing this issue, but at present it is only limited to a few people knowing that the emperor intends to develop trade in the northwest.

What can wool you mentioned be made into? Do you show me the finished product?"

"Yes, let's go into the house. I'll prepare some things for you to show."

"Oh, you two will talk about it later. I haven't finished it yet."

The old lady said aggrievedly.

"That's right, we are here for vacation, so we can't say that we can't. We can't even get into the mouth when you two talk."

Shuhui also pouted and rejected their proposal to return to the house. Don’t ignore us?

"Okay, it's our fault. Play first, play first, and don't rush."

The old marquis laughed.

After walking around the farm, the old lady was a little tired when she was old, so she returned to the house.

Shuhui and the others asked the old lady to have a tea to give her a rest. Zilan had already ordered dinner and made a farm meal, which was also a unique taste.

Zilan asked someone to take out the thing. This thing was something she had been taller for a long time, such as wool blankets, sweaters and other items.

The wool blankets are hand-woven, and they are beautiful in renovated and feel warm and comfortable. Zilan uses modern knowledge to make them look beautiful and beautiful.

"Yo, it's very beautiful, the color is bright and beautiful, and it's soft and comfortable to touch. It's very hot to lay a piece on the ground in winter."

The old lady looked very good and kept saying a lot of praise.

"It's very beautiful. I've seen Tatars make their own blankets in the northwest as well as yours."

Mr. Yang had seen this thing. The Tatars would knit a blanket with wool, but due to handmade reasons, it was not very good-looking. Inland people were not interested in seeing good things.

However, Zilan not only knitted a blanket, but also made people dye the wool. He tried all kinds of fuels, and he also needed to try to prepare new patterns. He also used ancient methods to clean and disinfect the wool. He had to understand and test these, which was a waste of effort.

"I have spent a lot of effort and money to do experiments in order to make a good look. I'll show you something."

Muxiang took out two clothes, which were sweaters, with different colors and extremely beautiful patterns.

"I haven't seen this thing yet, bring it to me and take a look."

Zilan made wool into wool and dyed it, and made it into various sweater dresses and clothes according to the aesthetics of people in this era, and the styles were also quite beautiful.

"It's really good. It's still very warm to touch. It should be able to keep the cold when worn. It looks much better than wearing fur directly."

The old marquis was also pondering when he touched it, "It's really good, it's very suitable for ordinary people to wear, it's convenient to keep warm."

"Yes, that's what it means, and this thing is made of wool, so soldiers can keep warm even when wearing it. Of course, it's not as thick as the skin, but the skin is so expensive.

This thing is much cheaper than leather, and women learn it very quickly. They can still wear it in the next year. It is a lining inside, which is also good for windproof."

"Well, the key is that it's much lighter than skin."

The old marquis saw the benefits after years of war.

"Yes, I've done most of the craftsmanship and kept people in the farm. Grandpa, do you think this is possible? I don't care about money, just want to help the suffering people in the northwest."

"Good boy, I know you are all for me, the old man. You can't hurry this matter. Let me think about it. If you do it well, it will be a great achievement. And if someone wants to buy it, you can't do a loss-making business. It won't last long and it will be a waste of time."

The old marquis felt that this was capable and that it was predictable that it would be a great contribution after doing it well. He had to think carefully before deciding what to do was the best.
Chapter completed!