"If this war can be prevented, and we can subdue the enemy without fighting, that would be a great achievent."
Subduing the enemy without fighting—Tong Sanlang believed this was the highest realm of warfare. To make the enemy surrender without engaging in combat would avoid casualties. Every human life is precious. A war where not a single person dies—how great an accomplishnt would that be?
Qiao Xiaomai rubbed her face even more vigorously upon hearing this. "Okay, okay, let’s not ntion this. I don’t understand a thing about it."
She was just an ordinary citizen muddling through life waiting for death. Asking her to prevent a war?
What a joke.
Tong Sanlang also realized this wasn’t very practical. After thinking for a mont, he asked, "Speaking of which, cotton is over in the west, right?"
Daqi didn’t have cotton. Although there were heated brick beds in the winter, it wasn’t possible for the people to stay on them indefinitely. So the issue of winter warmth hadn’t truly been resolved.
"I’m not sure... I’m just saying this based on information from later generations."
She had studied Daqi’s flat map, which was sowhat similar to the continent of her original world. In her original era, cotton was introduced from a small country in the west. In this tiline, cotton should also grow in the west, right?
"How about next ti people from the western small country co, I follow them and check out the west?" Tong Sanlang suggested.
After the new year, when spring arrived, it would be Yang Wenxiao’s birthday. Even though it wasn’t a milestone birthday, people from the western small country would likely co.
This year, the Grassland had been particularly fascinated with Qiao Xiaomai’s goods. If the western small country ca, there would also be large sums of silver to earn. By then, he could follow them, gather so cotton, and bring it back to Daqi—definitely a big achievent.
"You’re planning to go explore the western small country?" Qiao Xiaomai frowned imdiately upon hearing this.
Not to ntion scaling mountains and crossing ridges, there’d also be desert. "Is it really necessary to go through all that hardship?"
"Compared to stopping a war, this is nothing."
Qiao Xiaomai: "..."
Good grief, these two tasks—each one harder than the next.
She let out a wail, rolled on the heated bed wrapped in her blanket, and groaned, "Isn’t there anything simpler?"
"Or we could search for spices," Tong Sanlang offered a third option.
Qiao Xiaomai had said that the spices here couldn’t compare to the seasonings of her original era—far too many were missing. No wonder chefs here couldn’t make dishes that were truly spectacular.
If Qiao Xiaomai could locate the seasonings that existed in her original world but hadn’t appeared here yet, it would probably count as another achievent.
However, the difficulty of finding spices and finding cotton was about the sa. Both involved only having a rough direction. If she truly went searching, it would definitely be as arduous as the pilgrimage of the four disciples traveling west in the classic tale.
During this era, the roads were few, and the carriages were underdeveloped. Her previous trip to Yuhu made Qiao Xiaomai acutely aware of how tough it was to travel in this tiline.
"Isn’t there anything easier that can be done within Daqi’s territory?" Qiao Xiaomai continued to groan, rolling around in her blanket.
Tong Sanlang furrowed his brow, and after quite a while, he said, "I can’t think of anything."
Qiao Xiaomai had already co up with plenty of novel ideas. Asking her to co up with another invention that would benefit the nation and its people—now that was truly difficult.
"Forget it. If you can’t think of it, don’t bother. Let’s get through this New Year first and worry about it later." Tomorrow was the Little New Year, leaving only a few days until the first day of the new year.
During the festive season, there was no need to strain oneself thinking too hard.
His body, crippled for an entire year, could finally get better.
He’d drink his dicine and act the part for the next few days. Once the new year passed, he’d naturally declare his body had fully healed.
After taking another drop of Divine Liquid—he’d consud two drops in total—his Martial Arts progress should have improved again, right?
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