The Imperial Guards came with great force, pouring into every corner of Wen Yanpei's mansion like a tide.
Wen Yanpei's face was pale. He didn't care about his fainted wife and panicked daughter, and hurried to check the situation.
The queen's brother Xiao Weiliang was seen walking among the guards with a smile on his face, his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely, looking around at the scenery of the Wen Mansion, as if he was strolling in a garden.
"Commander Xiao, what is your intention in suddenly bringing people into my house?" Wen Yanpei stepped forward and bowed before asking.
Xiao Weiliang looked at the newcomer with contempt. "Doctor Wen, you are so bold that you dare to deceive His Majesty and play with the life of the King of Dai."
He straightened his sleeves and chuckled, "The emperor has ordered us to take you to the prison and wait for the Ministry of Justice to interrogate you."
Wen Yanpei felt his head buzzing, and the voices in his ears seemed to be far away. "How could it be? I just came back from the palace, and the emperor asked me to supervise the medicinal materials..."
Xiao Weiliang sneered, "I am just following orders, I don't know anything else. Doctor Wen, if you have anything to say, please go to the Ministry of Justice and speak."
After saying that, he waved his hand and the guards beside him rushed over, clamped Wen Yanpei on the left and right, and put chains around his neck and wrists.
"No! Commander Xiao, listen to me. The Queen Mother really asked me to urge for the medicine. No, no, the medicine has been delivered and will arrive in a few days. I swear that I will cure the King of Dai."
Wen Yanpei anxiously explained over and over again: "Commander Xiao, I did not deceive His Majesty. I can really cure the King of Dai. Please report to Grand Tutor Xiao. In view of the past..."
"Shut up, I don't want to hear any nonsense."
Xiao Weiliang interrupted him impatiently and ordered the guards: "Shut his mouth."
A guard bent down and took off Wen Yanpei's shoes, pulled off his cloth socks, and stuffed his penis into Wen Yanpei's mouth.
Wen Yanpei struggled desperately: ... Wuu ...
A hundred miles away, Wen Hengchuan was riding his horse at full speed towards the capital, followed closely by several servants on horseback, all of whom were in great pain.
After running all the way, everyone's thighs were rubbed raw, and they didn't even have a chance to apply medicine. I don't know why the eldest master was in such a hurry to travel.
Not to mention the turmoil in the Wen family thousands of miles away, Dongchen Village in Chuanhe Town ushered in a bumper harvest.
Of course, this is not a bumper harvest of grain, but a bumper harvest of golden ear and white ear.
Today, among the 28 households in Dongchen Village, ten have planted golden ear and snow ear.
These include Wang Ke's family, Li Dayong and Li Eryong's family, Wang Ershen's family, the three sons of Village Chief Chen Sanyou and the family of Patriarch Chen.
There were also a few families, all of whom were relatively poor in the village, who bought the mushroom strains on credit from Jiang Sanlang, saying that they would pay them back with the money from selling the golden ears.
This is also the last harvest this autumn, and everyone is full of expectations.
The villagers who failed to make an appointment for the mushroom strains last time are now ready to try. They are waiting secretly at the door of Jiang Sanlang's house. When they see him coming back, they immediately surround him.
"Sanlang, it's my turn this time. I told you last time."
"Brother Jiang San, it's my turn. This time it's my family's turn."
"And me, I've waited twice."
The villagers were talking about it at once, fearing that they would not get any fungus strains again.
Jiang Sanlang said helplessly: "It's cold now, so I can't give you the strains yet. If you don't store them properly, you won't be able to produce any next year. How about this, you guys line up first, and I'll give them to you in order when the time comes."
The villagers nodded repeatedly: "Okay, we'll do as you say."
The crowd was crowded and huddled to line up their order, and almost got into a fight over who should go first.
Yingbao stuck her head out of the window and counted the number of people.
Wow, there are more than twenty people, each representing one household, which means about twenty households.
So many households need fungus strains. If we calculate that each household needs 50 strains, that would be more than a thousand strains.
Even if I take out all of my father's strains, there probably won't be enough to go around.
Yingbao counted the pottery jars collected in his cave, a total of thirty jars of fungus, and estimated that at most four hundred golden fungi and two hundred snow fungi could be separated out.
Still too little.
Of course, these high-quality mushroom strains that I cultivate are not given to the villagers, but kept for my own use.
She wanted to improve the quality of her own golden ear and snow ear fungus, so she asked her father to give the ordinary varieties to the villagers to grow.
In this way, even if more people grow golden ear and snow ear, the shipping price will not be affected.
It seems that I will have to cultivate another batch of high-quality products before they can replace the strains raised by my father, uncle and great uncle next spring.
The sunshine in early September is still warm and the weather is dry.
The collection of autumn taxes has basically been completed, the winter wheat has been planted, and the paddy fields have been plowed, all that's left is waiting for the winter snow to kill the pests in the soil.
In previous years, this time of year meant that the busy farming season was over and people could finally relax and unwind.
Only a few families would go to the mountains to dig up three or four-year-old kudzu roots and bring them back to pound and grind them into powder.
However, the villagers of Dongchen Village were extremely busy. Every family started to build bamboo sheds and pound rice husks, wheat bran and wood chips with stone mortars. They were busy in full swing.
Carts loaded with pottery jars were pulled in and distributed to each household.
Many people have bamboo beds at the doorsteps, and the bamboo beds are covered with clean reed mats. On the mats, yellow mushrooms are drying in the sun, and the dazzling golden color makes the villagers from nearby villages feel very curious.
"What are you guys drying?" West Village Chief Chen Changsheng came over with his hands behind his back and asked East Village Chief Chen Sanyou.
Chen Sanyou was flipping his own golden ear and said without even looking up, "Mushrooms."
Chen Changsheng: "I know it's mushrooms, but I just want to ask why you grow them? Can you sell them for money?"
He asked even though he knew the answer.
Chen Sanyou rolled his eyes at him and said, "If we don't sell them, our family won't eat them."
He had been annoyed with Chen Changsheng since he was a child. Although they were both members of the Chen family and distant cousins, they seldom interacted with each other and would never even say hello when they passed each other.
There was no reason for it, it was just that both of them fell in love with a beautiful girl from another village, but she was stolen away by Chen Changsheng.
In fact, it can’t be said that he pried her away. The young lady had never spoken a word to him and she was not familiar with Chen Changsheng.
What made me angry was that Chen Changsheng was so unkind that he secretly found the young lady's brother and told the young man that there was a boy in Chen Village who was coveting his sister.
This was too much! The young man flew into a rage on the spot.
So one day, Chen Sanyou was blocked by the young lady's brother and was punched twice in the face.
Of course, Chen Changsheng did not end up well either. He was ordered by the young lady's brother not to get within ten feet of his sister, otherwise he would break his legs.
Whenever he thought of this, Chen Sanyou became furious. Unfortunately, he was only nine years old at the time, two years younger than Chen Changsheng, and he believed that he could not beat this bastard.
I am not as cunning as him, and I can't think of any way to plot against him.
After that, they grew up and got married, and the matter was left unresolved.
But since then, this incident has become an eternal pain in Chen Sanyou's heart. He feels uncomfortable whenever he thinks about it, and he dreams of beating Chen Changsheng up.
Chen Changsheng clicked his tongue and glanced at Chen Sanyou as if he was looking at a fool: "When did your family become so poor that you had to dry mushrooms for food? I see there are several hundred of them here, is that enough for your family to eat for two months?"
"It's none of your business!" Chen Sanyou said unhappily, "If you have nothing to do, go back to your West Village. You don't need to worry about our village. You should pay more attention to Chen Ergou in your village."
Chen Changsheng curled his lips. He was not angry even though he was scolded. He put his hands behind his back and said, "Don't think I don't know. This thing was made by Jiang Sanlang from your village. His family got rich from this. No one in our West Village is blind."
Chen Sanyou: "I think you are like a blind man. If you know what you are talking about, why are you here talking to me?"
"Isn't it possible for me to meet him?"
Chen Changsheng picked up a golden ear and looked at it, saying slowly: "We are all from the same village, but you keep all the good things to yourself. After all, we are brothers. You can't write two Chens with one stroke. Don't be petty. You still need to change this bad habit you have had since childhood..."