Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

Xue Yan wasn’t surprised that Jiang Yue reacted that way. In fact, he even thought it was normal.

Jiang Yue was smart, and he had seen it more than once.

“Yes.” Xue Yan nodded.

Jiang Yue watched him put the small piece of ink to grind. This ink was not the ink he usually used. The ink he usually used was in another small box. This ink was also bought in town. A few days ago, Sanfu went to town to send ice to the Pei family, and he asked Sanfu to buy it for him. The quality of the ink was better than the ink he usually used, and it was made by another state government. Fortunately, they sold it in their town.

The paper and envelope he prepared were also of better quality than the ones he usually used. They were also made by other states, and were also bought by

Sanfu.

Although the paper and ink they usually used were not as good as this, they were produced in the state capitals they were in.

By using the paper and ink of another state capital and not the one made by their own state capital, it would lower the chances of him being found out. If they wanted to find out who it was from, it would just be like finding a needle in a haystack because each material was bought from different places.

She was sure that a meticulous person like him would definitely not use his own handwriting,

“You can erase all the other clues, but how are you going to send the letter without any traces?” Jiang Yue finally asked.

Xue Yan lowered his voice even more, “The Empress is not in the palace now. She is praying at a temple. Everyone thinks she is in the palace. She doesn’t tell anyone when she leaves the temple so no one would know. It was only after her last life, which is next year, not long after the Emperor passed away from a coma, that she suddenly died in the Heavenly Spirit Temple. Only then did everyone know that she often goes there to pray.”

Knowing that he had not finished, Jiang Yue was not in a hurry to ask anything.

“In our County, there’s a rich businessman with the surname Qin. He has a few big ships and travels from North to South. He helps people deliver letters. It costs a hundred coins per letter.

“He’s a businessman, and he made it clear that he can’t guarantee that the letter will be delivered to the other party, nor can he guarantee that the letter won’t be damaged on the way.

“He’s not responsible for anything that goes wrong with the letter. So, from the beginning, those who go to his place and give him money to pass the letter are people who really can’t ask for help from others to pass the letter and try their luck.”

The relay was used by the government to deliver letters and had nothing to do with the commoners. When the commoners sent letters to their friends and relatives from afar, they usually asked someone else to deliver them.

They were not like the big families who had servants and could directly send them to deliver letters.

Jiang Yue knew about this. However, Xue Yan obviously had more to say.

As expected, Xue Yan whispered to her, “Later on, everyone realized that although the merchant didn’t promise anything or ask for any compensation, the letters are always delivered, and more and more people entrusted the merchant’s ship to deliver the letters. In a few years, this small business of delivering letters will become a big one. Almost all the ordinary people in the capital would deliver letters to him. No matter which direction the ship went, along the way, there would be many people from other places who would ask him to bring letters to his friends and family. The day after tomorrow, his family will have another ship heading to the Imperial Capital. They go there every two months. The temple is just outside the Imperial Capital.”

Jiang Yue finally understood why he was only writing this letter now to deal with the matter of changing Emperor Hao’s fate. It turned out that it was useless to write earlier because the boat would not be able to send it there anyway..