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

Chapter 192: Grassroots work is so difficult

"I told you, this is fine. It will be much more convenient to send messages this way in the future."

"But, isn't the task of assisting the Song Dynasty in regaining its territory a bit difficult? After all, the Mongolian cavalry is so powerful." Su Jiahe was still a little scared when he thought about facing a strong enemy.

"Alas, the Song Dynasty is surrounded by powerful enemies. I have racked my brains and stayed awake for several nights before I came up with some strategies." Lu You sat at the desk, writing furiously.

"Mr. Lu, I noticed you've been writing something these days. What are you writing about?"

Su Jiahe walked over curiously and saw "Plan for Peaceful Enemies" written on the paper.

"Ever since the failure of the Northern Expedition in the first year of Longxing, the imperial court has lost its resolve and has repeatedly negotiated peace with the Jin. In a few days, I will inspect the enemy situation and present this strategy for pacifying the barbarians to Lord Wang Yan."

"Mr. Lu, where are you going to inspect?"

"Luogukou, Xianrenyuan, Dingjun Mountain, and Dasan Pass."

"The night snow on the tower ship at Guazhou Ferry, the autumn wind on the iron cavalry at Dasan Pass." When Su Jiahe heard the three words "Dasan Pass", he blurted out subconsciously.

"What a good poem! Whose masterpiece is this?" Lu You couldn't help but clap his hands in amazement.

"You wrote this, but it was written in your later years."

"I see. Was I still in Dasan Pass at that time?"

"You should have retired and returned home by then. This poem is a recollection of those days."

"Mr. Lu, let me give you another spoiler," Wang Mang walked over. "Actually, according to original history, the shogunate will be disbanded by the end of this year, and this Northern Expedition will be scrapped."

"What? Why is the court like this?" Lu You looked stunned.

"What else could it be? I'm just a coward. The Song Dynasty has always had the problem of prioritizing civil officials over military affairs. The Jin army is pressing forward, and the court is wavering and retreating again and again. You only have the next eight months to serve on the front lines. Seize the opportunity."

Lu You lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. His eyes were sad at first, and then became more determined.

"Okay, in these eight months, I will demonstrate the might of the Song Dynasty, support the backbone of the Song Dynasty, and make the people of the Song Dynasty no longer afraid of the barbarians."

"Mr. Lu, although the situation is difficult, don't be discouraged. We will definitely stay here to help you." Wang Mang held Lu You's hand and said confidently.

"Would you two like to go to the front lines with me?"

"We?" Su Jiahe was stunned.

"It's a bit difficult for us to go to the front line, but we can provide you with help in the rear." Wang Mang knew that he was a seventy-year-old man after all, and Su Jiahe had never seen a war. Going to the front line together would only be a hindrance.

"Yes, I brought a few muskets. Mr. Lu, please see if you can use them." Su Jiahe said as he took out the muskets from the storage ring.

Lu You took it carefully, looked at the musket carefully, and his face was full of surprise.

"There are such sophisticated firearms in the world. Can I try it myself?"

"Okay, there's no one outside, so we can fire a few shots." Wang Mang and Lu You walked out of the room together, found an open place, and instructed Lu You to pull the trigger.

"Bang—" A flash of light appeared, and Lu You was jolted back several steps by the recoil, almost falling over. "This musket is really powerful."

"We actually had more powerful weapons in our time, but we couldn't get them, so we had to make do with these. Mr. Lu, can we build a firearms factory here, recruit some people, and start mass-producing muskets as soon as possible?"

"Alright, I'll give this musket and the blueprints to Lord Wang, and he'll surely approve. By the way, it's already early spring, February, and we're about to start farming. Can I distribute the grain you two gave me to the people here?"

"Of course, we brought the seeds here for everyone to plant. Why don't I take responsibility for this matter?" Su Jiahe thought to himself that he knew nothing about fighting, but he could still do some logistics work.

"Okay, then let's split up. I'll go and prepare the firearms factory, and Jiahe, you'll distribute the grain seeds." Wang Mang said.

Two days later, Lu You went to the front line, and Su Jiahe took the grain seeds and started to plant them in the villages near the front.

"What is this?" A group of people gathered around a crop they had never seen before, all with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"This is a new kind of grain, with an yield of up to 1,000 kilograms per mu. And this is called potato, which is easy to grow and grow, and can be steamed, boiled, stir-fried, or deep-fried..." Su Jiahe introduced it to everyone incessantly.

"What weird stuff! Are you liars?" A farmer curled his lips in disdain.

"Don't talk nonsense. We are here to distribute grain and seeds to you on the orders of the new Lord Lu." The attendant next to him said angrily.

"But we have never seen these seeds before. What if we plant them and there is no harvest this year? We should use the old ones instead." The villagers shook their heads and soon dispersed.

"Oh, it turns out that grassroots work is so difficult." Su Jiahe had already traveled a long distance and was thirsty, so tired that he sat down on the ridge of the field.

"What do you do?" A thin young man passed by and asked timidly when he saw Su Jiahe and his entourage.

"Grain seeds, fresh grain seeds, yielding 1,000 kilograms per mu, easy to plant and delicious, free of charge, big brother, do you want to see them?" Su Jiahe took out the grain seeds from the package and showed them to the man.

"What? A yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu and still free?" The man looked shocked.

"Yes, I'm not lying to you. Lord Lu said that whoever takes the lead in trying to grow new crops will not only receive free seeds, but also a certain amount of subsidies and free technical training."

Although the man didn't quite understand some of the words Su Jiahe said, he could understand the general meaning, which was that he would give him seeds and money, and help him farm.

"Really? You are really living Bodhisattvas!" The man suddenly knelt down with a plop, and burst into tears with excitement.

"Don't do this." Su Jiahe quickly helped the man up.

"To be honest, my father fell ill this winter and spent a lot of money on medical treatment. I had no choice but to sell our rice seeds. Spring plowing is almost here, and I'm worried about what to do."

"Stop crying. Where is your home? We will send the seeds over now." Seeing that someone finally accepted the new seeds, Su Jiahe was afraid that the other person would run away.

Led by the man, Su Jiahe walked along a muddy and winding country road and arrived at a low thatched house. There was no decent furniture in the house. A skinny middle-aged man was lying on a haystack, surrounded by a woman and several children.

"Who is this?" The woman rolled her cloudy eyes and looked at Su Jiahe.

"Mom, they were sent by Lord Lu to give us seeds. They don't want any money."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then stood up from the haystack and knelt in front of Su Jiahe and his followers. Before Su Jiahe could react, the woman had already kowtowed several times.

"Lord Lu is truly a righteous man. Please save our family's lives."