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

Village Chief Yang walked out holding the title deed to the hill with unsteady steps, supported by his two sons on both sides. He could see a slight tremor on the back of his hands.

Bai Qingyun saw it and was happy.

Buying a mountain is a big deal in the village. When the Bai family bought it, grandpa and grandma didn't say anything, but the old couple looked at the deed again and again.

That kind of joyful yet restrained emotion lasted for a long time at home.

Although this hill does not belong to one family, at least their names are written on the land deed.

What surprised Bai Qingyun even more was that although he thought the people in Dayang Village were not enthusiastic about paying for the mountain, they still raised enough money to buy the mountain.

However, there is not much money left for building and operating the factory, and the rest will probably have to be paid by the Bai family.

A few people walked to the gate of the government office, intending to visit the Bai family's furniture store which had not yet opened. At the gate, they met Wen Zhao, who had been missing for several days.

Lord Wen was covered in dust, his clothes showed signs of haste, and his brows were filled with fatigue. However, his eyes, which had dark circles under their bottoms, unexpectedly brightened up when he saw the group of people.

Village chief Yang immediately led everyone to pay their respects, and as they stood up, Lord Wen led a few people to sit down in the reception area of ​​the yamen.

"You guys just happened to come, so I don't have to look for them!" Wen Zhao smiled and asked the servant who was accompanying him to serve tea.

Bai Qingyun felt a little curious when he saw the other person's raised mouth corners when he saw him, but he was well-behaved today and listened quietly to the conversation between the elders and Lord Wen.

The content was very simple. It was nothing more than the county magistrates from all over the country making plans to promote potato planting in the second half of the year to solve the food and economic problems in Jiangzhou Prefecture caused by the refugees and the construction of canals.

In order to ensure the smooth planting of potatoes, Village Chief Yang was specially asked to bring several good planters in the village to share some potato planting experiences and precautions.

This period happens to be the slack season for farmers, so this kind of promotion can be started. It will allow the villagers of Dayang Village to have more contact with other people and lay the foundation for guiding local potato planting in the future.

After hearing this, Village Chief Yang agreed without hesitation. It was rare for such a good thing that benefits the country and the people to fall upon farmers like them. He was very proud to have gotten such a task.

What's more, according to what Lord Wen said, the government will pay you for doing these things.

The people in the village are harvesting potatoes now, and this is their free time. It would be a waste not to make some extra money from the government!

Wen Zhao was a man of decisive character, so Village Chief Yang agreed and immediately recommended the official in charge of the matter.

"Village Chief Yang, let's go to my place to talk!" The official came and saluted respectfully. He also saw that Lord Wen wanted to talk to the Bai family, so he consciously asked Village Chief Yang, Yang Daming and Yang Dashan to be taken away.

Bai Qingyun put down the teacup in his hand, and with his eyes as bright as a light bulb, he said with a smile: "Master Wen has something to say, now you can talk about it without worry!"

Wen Zhao smiled as expected: "Girl, didn't you expect this a long time ago?" He waved his fingers helplessly and looked at Bai's father and mother as if accusing them.

Mr. and Mrs. Bai looked at the encrypted conversation between the two with confusion on their faces.

Facing Wen Zhao's accusing look, she looked at him in confusion.

Wen Zhao sighed helplessly when he saw this, and then he said, "The last time I went to Dayang Village to see the planting of high-yield potatoes, you pointed to a piece of your land intentionally or unintentionally. At that time, there were only a few small seedlings in the land. I asked you what they were, but you just smiled and said that you would tell me more details after the potatoes were harvested."

"Now the potatoes have been harvested, and the last batch has been sent to the granary, waiting to be distributed after the autumn harvest. Now, you should tell me what this is?"

There was curiosity in his tone, mixed with a bit of doting like coaxing a child. His eyes were fixed on Bai Qingyun, and at this moment he was like a fish thirsty for water.

Bai Qingyun did not keep the secret. He thought about his plan and took out a golden seed from his pouch under Wen Zhao's gaze.

Her voice was full of life: "This thing is called corn. It's another high-yield grain I discovered!"

"Corn?" Wen Zhao stared at the golden seeds in Bai Qingyun's hand in confusion. The color was similar to that of rice. It might be because of the similar color, or it might be because Bai Qingyun had never let him down. He had no doubts in his heart and was only thinking about how to eat this thing.

Then he heard Bai Qingyun's words and asked doubtfully, "Are there any potatoes with high yields?"

Bai Qingyun shook his head: "Not really. If planted properly, the yield per mu can reach 1,000 kilograms."

"A thousand jin, compared to potatoes, it's still too little!" Wen Zhao withdrew his gaze dimly, leaned back in his chair with some disappointment, and murmured.

Bai Qingyun smiled, he could understand Wen Zhao's difficulties. Jiangzhou was really short of food nowadays, and the best solution was to make the best use of every piece of land.

The arrival of potatoes is undoubtedly the best answer now, so he subconsciously gave up the option of corn.

Perhaps he was healed by Bai Qingyun's confident and steady smile, his eyes, which had been dim for a moment, narrowed again. The sharpness cultivated from years of serving as an official made him suddenly realize that things were not as simple as they seemed.

He was born in a poor family and was an honest official. He knew a lot about crops. He just squinted his eyes and looked at the corn for a while, then asked with a kind smile: "When was the corn planted, and how long does it take to mature?"

The curve of Bai Qingyun's mouth corners widened a little. At least the person who could ask this question once again proved from the side what kind of official he was.

However, the fact that he is valued by Wei Xi and the Han family is enough to explain the problem.

"Corn is best planted when the weather warms up in the spring, and the growing period is about three months." Bai Qingyun replied softly.

Wen Zhao frowned and said, "Three months is the rainy season. Will more rain help the growth of corn?"

Bai Qingyun glanced at Bai's father and explained, "Before the rebellion in Bingzhou, we were lucky enough to meet a traveling merchant at the dock in Qujiang County. He had yellow hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a lot of rare things in his hands."

"When we met him, all he had left was a bag of seeds that we had never seen before. We were curious, so we bought some and tried to plant them in our own fields. That was when we first discovered potatoes."

"The potatoes that were grown at that time were also purchased by County Magistrate Zhu, and each family only kept a few for seeds. The adults also knew about this."

Wen Zhao nodded. Bai Qingyun had told him about this when he had persuaded him to buy the potatoes. He had even sent someone to investigate afterwards. The potatoes were eventually donated by County Magistrate Zhu, but this year's production was given to the army, and the army from Bingzhou...

The lack of food concerns actually put a lot of constraints on the second princess.

However, these cannot be blamed on Dayang Village's mistake in providing food, but on the county magistrate who surrendered...

Thinking of the princess's instructions, Wen Zhao hesitated to speak and ultimately did not open his mouth to tell her about the situation in the capital.