Flowers in full bloom

Chapter 674 is very useful

I heard that a few years ago, for that man, she took the initiative to go to Mobei. I wonder if he treats her with the same sincerity?

Back then, because my mother forced me to go on a blind date and get married, I almost ran away. Before I left home, I just hurriedly wrote a short letter to my grandfather, and then left the west gate with a few guards.

But after leaving the west city gate, he suddenly wanted to see her again. So, he turned his horse around and went directly to Huaying Manor.

I thought that if she was there, I would see her one last time and discuss the division of my sweaters with her. If she was not there, I would just assume that we were not meant to be.

So, I went over there, and she was there, and I met her smoothly. Sitting in the study, I watched her walking from afar between the ridges of the field.

The sunlight behind her gave her figure a golden hue. At that time, I looked at her greedily, wishing that time could stop at that moment forever.

I don't know why, I told her directly that I was going to Xinjiang, a secret that I hadn't told my family. Looking at the surprise on her face, I must have been hoping in my heart that she would ask me to stay, right?

If she had asked me to stay at that time, I should, no, I would definitely stay in Shangjing City.

However, although she was surprised, she did not try to keep me. She just told me the recipe for making instant noodles and told me that I could buy a shop in Xijiang.

Before leaving, I left her my personal seal. Although I knew it was inappropriate, I could not care less at that time. I just hoped that she would not forget me.

Does she still remember me? She must have forgotten me, right? But I haven't forgotten her yet!

Next to him, Xiang Xuewen was holding a bamboo bowl and wolfing down his food. The air was filled with the aroma of noodles. In just a quarter of an hour, there was not a single noodle left in the small pottery jar, and even the noodle soup had been completely drunk.

So Xiang Xuewen began to pour clean water into the tank and boil it to prepare drinking water for the afternoon. He was reluctant to clean the oil and water on the tank, as patrolling was really hard.

In recent years, because Mr. Hua discovered that rapeseed can be used to extract oil, the supply of rapeseed oil in Western Xinjiang has doubled compared to previous years and is very sufficient. However, on the road of patrol, oil is still very precious.

While the water was boiling, several people leaned against the tree trunk and closed their eyes to rest. Their clothes got wet and dry, dry and wet again, over and over again for many days, and gave off an unpleasant smell.

However, there was no other way. Not to mention taking a shower or washing clothes, they didn't even have many opportunities to wash their faces during patrols. This was because there was very little water along the patrol route. They hadn't changed their clothes since they left the camp.

Bai Yunhe also closed his eyes, his nose was filled with the stinky smell of his own body, he had become accustomed to it and numb to it. But today, a few words from his comrades made him think a lot.

Before I knew it, I have been here for six years. I went from being uncomfortable with the patrol days in the beginning to being accustomed to them now.

It took him more than a year to go from itchy, red and swollen skin at first to rough, thick skin and no reaction at all.

Every three months, he would take his men and spend half a month patrolling this border line. He was already very familiar with everything here.

During these six years, at the westernmost border of the Great Sheng Dynasty, I went from being cheerful to silent, from being high-spirited to being helpless. Here, I lived like a speck of dust, completely forgotten.

Bai Yunhe looked up at the sun in the sky and sighed. After resting for three quarters of an hour, everyone got up again and packed up their things.

Pour the boiled water into the bamboo tube, cover it with the lid of the bamboo bowl, tighten it, and hang it on the side of the saddle. Since last year, the bamboo tubes for moxa sticks sent from Shangjing City have all been made into a set that is tightened in a spiral.

It is an upgrade from the initial method of directly putting on the bamboo bowl. So after using the moxa stick, the bamboo tube can be sealed and filled with water. It is more convenient to use than the soft water bag, and it has a large capacity and is not easy to break.

The bamboo tube is put into a cloth bag woven with cloth strips. It can be carried diagonally on the body or hung on a saddle, which is very convenient.

After packing up, everyone set out again. The sun was still high in the sky, and the land ahead was still severely sandy.

Fortunately, in recent years, the border of Western Xinjiang has been very stable.

The Great Sheng Dynasty and several neighboring countries to the west have signed non-aggression and non-interference agreements, so there is not much friction. Although patrolling is hard, there is not much danger.

It took them nearly three hours to reach the foot of Mount Qichu along the border. At this time, the sun had just set and the sunset glow in the west was still bright.

The group found a suitable spot for camping and began to work together. Some people started to boil water and noodles, while others started to use oilcloth to build a simple shed for sleeping at night.

Because of the large temperature difference between morning and evening and it is at the foot of the mountain, there is a lot of dew at night. If you sleep directly on the ground, coupled with the dew, it is easy to get sick.

Therefore, you need to spread tarpaulin on the ground to keep it dry, and then insert a few wooden sticks into the ground and cover it with another piece of tarpaulin, and the simple shed is ready.

In this way, no matter it is dew or rain, the soldiers don't have to worry about getting soaked. Looking at the oilcloth, Bai Yunhe couldn't help but think of that person again.

This was sent from Shangjing City a few years ago. It was not on my purchase list, but among the items sent, there was a roll of dark brown stiff cloth.

I wrote down the specific functions and where I might need to use them, and said it was free for me to try. If I found it useful, I would send more next time. If I didn't need it, I wouldn't send it next time.

I gave the oilcloth to my father, who tried to make a few raincoats for the patrol soldiers. Everyone was scrambling to get them, so there was no way they wouldn't be able to use them.

Such fine cloth had so many uses, so I wrote to her and asked for as much as she had.

She was still thinking that she was going to make a fortune again, but what she didn't expect was that after she sent only one batch over, the Ministry of War directly delivered the next batch to the Western Xinjiang military camp.

Later we learned that she had presented the method of making oilcloth to the emperor, and then the emperor asked the Ministry of Works to make the oilcloth and distribute it to the military camps in Western Xinjiang.

This fool, if she finds a few aristocratic families to cooperate with her, she can make a lot of money. If she keeps this method secret, she should be able to become the richest woman in the Great Sheng Dynasty.