I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

After a while, his subordinates came to report that Fu Tongpan was still in Xishan and was heard to have spent the night there.

Deputy Director Cao cursed loudly: "Even if he died in Xishan, potatoes would not grow in that soil."

The emperor asked him to assist Fu Jichang, but Fu Jichang did not allow him to go to the West Mountain.

The Anzhou Tongpan was too bold.

Even the deputy director of the Grand Minister of Agriculture didn't take it seriously.

Over at Xishan, Fu Jichang didn't sleep a wink all night.

He Ye led his men on patrol and did not sleep all night.

Ji Xiaobei slept soundly at home.

The next morning she entered the cold storage. Oh my God, Zheng Guo had filled the entire cold storage with potato chunks and sweet potato vines.

She moved sideways to the wall and discovered that there were many buttons on the wall that she had never noticed before.

It turns out that the temperature is adjusted here.

She remembered that Zheng Guo said that this cold storage was the one whose circuits were installed and modified by Uncle Zhang Hong.

Ji Xiaobei felt that she and Zhang Hong were destined to be together.

It was Zhang Hong who helped Fu Jichang find medicine and solve the planting problem.

The most important thing is that Zhang Hong unconditionally trusts everything Zheng Guo says.

He believed that Ji Xiaobei was in another world.

In winter, Ji Xiaobei asked Huang Po to make a plaster to cure Zhang Hong's leg disease.

It can also be considered as a reward to Uncle Zhang Hong.

Ji Xiaobei read Zheng Guo's note and the rest were transported over.

Ji Xiaobei went out and went straight to the back mountain of Xishan.

Unexpectedly, a large group of refugees were surrounding the small temple and pointing and talking.

Obviously, they already knew that the large amount of potato cubes yesterday were shipped out from here. If they unloaded here again, they would definitely be watched. What if so many people were to rob them...

Ji Xiaobei was riding the little white horse and was about to run back.

Then Fu Jichang came running towards them on horseback.

The two met and talked for a few words.

Ji Xiaobei ran towards An Lianshan, and Fu Jichang followed closely behind her.

Anlian Mountain is a small area and far away from Anzhou City, so there are not many refugees.

The migrant workers who were clearing the land were bending over and turning the soil under the scorching sun.

Ji Xiaobei walked to the corner, where there happened to be a bamboo forest. She led the little white horse into the forest.

Fu Jichang took a few quick steps and asked, "Is this okay?"

Ji Xiaobei nodded.

Fu Jichang turned around and when he looked back, he found a large pile of potatoes in front of him.

“This is 10 acres of land!”

Just as Ji Xiaobei finished speaking, he saw Heita and Xuyu coming with a carriage convoy in the distance.

He Ye and his men were standing not far away, patrolling.

Five carriages were fully loaded and slowly drove towards the cultivated land not far away.

The refugees all looked over here. Among them, a skinny old man in tattered clothes squinted his eyes and looked at the carriage with disdain.

A man next to him pushed him and said:

"Uncle, if we plant these potatoes, we can get food. What a good thing. Why do you care whether they can grow potatoes or not?"

The old man curled his lips and said sarcastically: "Bah! It's a complete waste of food!"

"Uncle, you can't say that. A lot of potatoes have been planted in Xishan. I heard that Fu Tongpan invited the mountain god to descend to earth from the small temple on the back of Xishan Temple. The cultivated land has become spiritual. Moreover, the color of those potato tubers is different from the ones we eat."

"The small temple on the back hill of Xishan Temple performs rituals for this purpose, so that's where the potato cubes came from?"

"Yes, old man!"

……

Everyone around him lowered their heads and continued to work, only the old man was looking into the distance with his sharp eyes.

The potatoes were carefully taken down from the carriage.

The old man rushed over first, picked up a piece of potato and looked at it carefully.

"Old man, go to work. Stop looking at the potatoes. What's so good about them? Take the basket and go over there..."

The old man agreed repeatedly, took the basket and held it in his arms.

While no one was paying attention, he stuffed the potato pieces in his hand into his pocket.

He put down the basket, carefully took out the potato tubers from the basket and placed them on the ground.

Seeing a man next to him pouring out potato chunks, he said angrily, "Be gentle, be gentle, they are all going to be planted in the ground. If you destroy the sprouts, they won't grow!"

"It's not yours, why do you, an old man, have so much trouble?"

The man shouted unconvinced.

"This is the food rations for the refugees in Anzhou. Every piece is hard-earned..."

Before the old man could finish his words, the refugee pushed him roughly, and the old man fell to the ground.

The refugee angrily stepped on a potato and crushed it.

Just as I was about to step on another piece, the old man's hand suddenly reached out to me.

The refugee's big foot stepped on the old man's hand with a crisp sound. The old man screamed and fell to the ground holding his hand.

"What are you doing?" the officer came over with a big knife and shouted.

There was some chaos at the scene for a while, and Heita and Xuyu came over and took the old man and the refugees away.

After a moment, I held the old man and felt that he was very familiar.

After looking carefully for a while, he exclaimed: "You, you are not that..."

The old man hurriedly covered Xuyu's mouth with his other hand.

Xu Yu asked repeatedly: "Old man, are you okay? Where is your hand injured?"

The old man raised his hand, shook his head and said it was okay.

"Where is Pan Fu? I want to see him... Ouch, ouch..." The old man's sweat kept pouring down.

"Master Cao, you need to see a doctor first. Is your hand broken?"

His face turned pale in an instant.

Who could have imagined that the dignified Deputy Director Cao would be mixed up in a group of refugees and have his hand stepped on and broken while trying to protect a piece of potato.

He bent down, carried the old man on his back, and ran quickly towards the carriage.

"Let me go, I'm really fine... I want to see Judge Fu..."

The old man struggled on Xuyou's back.

"No, you have to heal your hand injury first..."

In a moment, he drove the carriage towards the nearest clinic at full speed.

Over there, Fu Jichang had people set up tents on the edge of the wasteland. The area was heavily guarded and no one could get close.

Ji Xiaobei unloaded the potatoes in the tent.

It got dark quickly and everything went smoothly. The next day, all the potatoes and sweet potato seedlings in the tent were planted in the ground.

Fu Jichang sat outside the tent, looking at the stars in the sky, his heart full of longing.

In a moment he galloped over, and jumped off his horse, tumbling and crawling:

"Master, Deputy Director Cao is injured..."

Fu Jichang was shocked.

The deputy director was appointed by the emperor to cooperate with Fu Jichang in the work of land reclamation and planting. How did he get injured?

The deputy director was furious and repeatedly said that Fu Jichang's practice was a waste of potatoes.

He wanted to come to the wasteland many times, but Fu Jichang refused with various reasons. The old man did not support his approach and tried to obstruct him in every way.

"Where are you injured? Is it serious?" Fu Jichang asked as he stood up.

He swallowed his saliva and recounted what had happened.