After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

"Grandpa Village Chief, how is everyone's potato harvest this year?"

Bai Qingyun handed the hoe in his hand to the nearest Bai Shan and walked closer to Village Chief Yang.

Looking at the crutch in his hand, he thought to himself that after drinking the Bai family's wine, the village chief's body seemed to be stronger than before.

Hearing this, the village chief smiled with full energy: "Okay, okay, it's great! It's not the first time for the villagers to grow this thing, we have experience!"

Then he pointed to where Bai Shan was digging potatoes with a hoe and said, "These seedlings look similar to yours. I guess there are quite a few potatoes in there!"

The old man smiled particularly happily, and his face, which was tanned by the sun from years of hard work, was now wrinkled because of his smile.

"Bai girl, are we going to save all the first crop of potatoes in our village for seeds this year?"

Last year's potatoes were collected by the government and each family sold them at a good price.

Every family listened to Bai Qingyun and saved enough for seeds, and they usually felt reluctant to eat them.

Now that they have arrived at a new place, every family is calculating in their hearts, hoping to get a good price this time.

After all, during this period of time, everyone has begun to slowly get to know the surrounding villages.

Everyone knows in their hearts that this potato is unique here.

Bai Qingyun thought for a while before answering: "Grandpa Village Chief, since the potatoes are ripe, let's organize everyone to harvest them first! As for how to sell these potatoes, I have to go to Jiangzhou City first to make plans."

Village Chief Yang also understood what Bai Qingyun meant: "Bai girl, this... isn't it too abrupt? I heard that we in Jiangzhou have already spent a lot of money digging canals. If we buy these potatoes, I'm afraid we won't have any extra money!"

"It's no big deal if we don't go to Jiangzhou. We can just carry the sacks to the city to sell them and we'll be just as successful!"

When he said that, he wanted to help the villagers find a better way to get rich, but if this decision would make Bai Yatou feel torn...

After all, she is still a young girl, and she really shouldn't bear this heavy responsibility for herself!

However, at this moment, the old man's annoyance was slightly relieved when he saw Bai Qingyun's nonchalant smile.

"Grandpa village chief, look!" Looking in the direction of Bai Qingyun's finger, they saw that every inch of land within their reach belonged to the Bai family.

"After the harvest, my family's potatoes will be more abundant than all the villagers put together!"

"So, I'm not doing this just for the people in the village, I'm also doing this for my family!"

When Village Chief Yang took a look, he saw that the land was densely covered with yellowish potato seedlings.

This color, full of vitality and vigor, symbolizing harvest, can usually only be seen in autumn.

Seeing this scene, Village Chief Yang opened his mouth slightly. Although he knew this was the fact, it was also what Bai Yatou said to comfort himself.

When I turned around again, I saw Bai Qingyun riding a horse out of the village.

When they reached the outskirts of Jiangzhou City, Bai Qingyun only stopped for a moment before riding his horse straight to the place where the canal was being dug.

But Wen Zhao was nowhere to be found on the shore.

The guarding officers had seen Bai Qingyun and Wen Zhao meet before, so they kindly told him.

Bai Qingyun then learned that Wen Zhao had not been here for some days, but had sent a Tongzhi to supervise.

I glanced at the sky and it was almost noon.

Bai Qingyun learned of Wen Zhao's whereabouts, mounted his horse, and galloped towards the Jiangzhou government office.

They only dismounted when being checked by officers and soldiers when entering the city, and could only take a quick look at the shops that were being renovated when passing by.

At the gate of Jiangzhou government office, Wen Zhao frowned and was about to get on the carriage. When he saw Bai Qingyun coming on horseback, he hurriedly asked the coachman to stop.

"Lord Wen!" When Bai Qingyun saw Wen Zhao getting off the carriage, he quickly got off the horse.

Wen Zhao saw Bai Qingyun coming on horseback, panting: "Miss Bai, come into the yamen and have a cup of tea and talk slowly!"

Wen Zhao sat at the head of the table, put down the teacup in his hand, frowned and said, "Even if Miss Bai doesn't come, Wen is planning to pay her a visit!"

"Master Wen, are you here to dig a canal?"

Wen Zhao looked at the little girl below him, remembered the way that man talked about work-for-relief, and finally spoke.

"To be honest, Miss Bai, I wrote to a neighboring state to borrow grain some time ago, and I only received a reply yesterday."

Wen Zhao sighed deeply when he heard this. With the government's communication methods, the reply speed was not fast enough.

"They all refused to lend grain to Jiangzhou. I wrote to the capital, but received no reply. I wonder how many generations Jiangzhou Prefecture can last!"

"Kyoto may not have the time to care about Jiangzhou's safety now. We have to find a way to survive this disaster on our own!"

Wen Zhao had been in power for many years, but this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult situation.

In the past, if there was a drought, flood, or a rare earthquake anywhere, reinforcements would be sent from the capital to help.

Not only can he be in charge of one area, but he can also mobilize the surrounding resources, including troops, food, medicinal materials, etc.

But now, there is no one of a higher rank, and everyone is the prefect of a state. How can they listen to the words of a prefect of Jiangzhou and obediently take out the grain within their jurisdiction?

What's more, food is related to people's livelihood. If a major incident occurs in the area under his jurisdiction and he fails to requisition food in time, his superiors will hold him accountable. In the worst case, he will be stripped of his official hat, and his entire clan may be implicated!

No matter what kind of punishment it is, no one can bear it.

At times like this, no matter how deep the friendship was, when it comes to their core interests, each family will just close their doors and protect themselves.

Wen Zhao had been an official for many years, so he naturally understood this simple truth.

It was because he knew clearly that he could not blame others too much.

It's human nature. If you ask yourself, if it were him, he probably wouldn't have mobilized food support without authorization.

But he was not willing to give up any path easily, and it would not take much effort to try it once.

But after trying, the feeling of powerlessness due to failure is really frustrating!

Bai Qingyun sympathized with Wen Zhao's helplessness at this moment: "The situation in the court is unstable now, and the states are afraid to avoid it and can only close their own doors!"

After all, it has been so long that the affairs of Bingzhou Prefecture can no longer be concealed, and everyone who should know knows it.

Especially in the neighboring state capitals, the influx of refugees has caused a lot of discussion not only among officials but also among local people.

"But... this is also a good opportunity for Jiangzhou to develop!"

Bai Qingyun put down the empty teacup in his hand. His heartbeat, which had quickened due to his hasty journey, slowly returned to normal during their conversation.

"A good opportunity... for development?"

Wen Zhao heard Bai Qingyun's powerful words and replied in disbelief.

His mind was full of doubts, and he was just waiting for Bai Qingyun to clear them up for him.