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"Well, Father Erwin has only been in Quanzhou for a short time, and his Chinese is not fluent yet. I have received his kindness, so I have to help spread the word. I hope you will understand."

"That's too polite. Foreign Bodhisattvas are also gods. There's no harm in worshipping them."

After the opening of the new sea route, European colonists plundered everywhere. Spain was the earliest maritime hegemon, and the Portuguese were the first to enter China.

Weng's father likes to study history, and Weng Xiaoxiao has been instilled with a lot of common sense in this area since she was a child.

The Qin Dynasty in the book is very similar to the Ming Dynasty in history, so this priest most likely spoke Portuguese. Unfortunately, she only knew a little English and couldn't act as a translator.

They were talking as if no one was around, and Weng Xiaoxiao didn't interrupt, as if she wasn't curious about what they were talking about.

Seeing that Weng Xiaoxiao didn't respond, Huang Chao had no choice but to drop the topic and continue on his way. Finally, they stopped in front of a large house, which was estimated to have at least three courtyards.

"Sir." The doorman greeted respectfully.

"Go call the butler. There are guests who want to see the sweet potatoes. If there are any left, bring them over as well."

The doorman agreed and assigned the servant to do the work.

"Mr. Weng, please. Mr. Huang, please."

When the host and the guest are seated, there will naturally be some greetings.

"What kind of business is Mr. Zhang in?" The other person was polite and distant, so Weng Xiaoxiao naturally didn't try to get close to him.

Zhang Chao stroked his beard and smiled, "Whatever makes money, it's all about buying and selling. Where's Master Weng?"

"The family has two farms and a pickle workshop, a small business that is not worth mentioning."

"Small businesses have their own stability, and big businesses have their own worries. Yangzhou pickles are famous, and I've eaten them. I heard the damage this time was very serious."

Do you think he is a rich second-generation rich kid who has the time to hang out here when his family is in trouble? No wonder his attitude is so lukewarm.

Naturally, there was no need to rush to explain anything. "I came directly to Quanzhou from the north. I just want to finish my business and go back as soon as possible."

As they were just casual acquaintances, Zhang Chao naturally wouldn't ask the other person what he wanted to do.

"It's rare to see churches elsewhere. Are you two believers?"

Zhang Chao perked up a bit after hearing this topic. "Father saved my life, I have no way to repay you, but I listened and listened. Brother Weng, you can go and listen when you are free, maybe you will meet someone who is destined to be with you."

"I don't understand foreign language, can you understand?"

"The priest can speak a little Chinese, and with the help of gestures, we can still communicate."

Weng Xiaoxiao was not interested in religious beliefs, she just made small talk. She smiled but did not answer, she picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Seeing Weng Xiaoxiao's reaction, Zhang Chao stopped trying to persuade her.

"Master, there are no intact sweet potatoes anymore, and some of them have sprouted." The housekeeper came in carrying a large basket.

"Can I take a look?" Weng Xiaoxiao stood up impatiently.

Zhang Chao made a "please" gesture and walked over.

"Why have they all sprouted? The taste will be even worse." Zhang Chao shook his head after looking at it. He didn't care about the money at first, but he brought her back because he saw that Weng Xiaoxiao was interested.

It is a comfort to him to have someone to join in the fun, which is better than working hard to get something but no one cares about it.

It would be better if it could sprout. She is planting it, not eating it.

A single spark can start a prairie fire. These are all seeds! They are hope!

"It's okay, it's already sprouted, I think it can be planted. If there are more like this, I'll take them all, Mr. Zhang, name a price."

Seeing that Weng Xiaoxiao's love was genuine, Zhang Chao suddenly felt a sense of being appreciated. "Since you like it, I'll give it to you."

"Butler, do you have any more like this? Bring them all to the young master."

The old butler bowed and said, "Master, there are a few more that have been planted in the garden by the gardener. The leaves have grown quite big."

"Mr. Zhang, do you know how to grow sweet potatoes?" Weng Xiaoxiao stared at the sweet potatoes without blinking.

"I saw this thing in Luzon, it was rare and tasted good, so I bought several hundred kilograms, thinking of selling it as a rare item. I never thought of planting it."

The fruit of sweet potato is the seed. Looking at the many sprouts, it should be possible to cut it and plant it directly in the soil.

Weng Xiaoxiao had no experience in planting, but she roughly knew how to grow seedlings of root plants such as sweet potatoes and potatoes. Her father had grown mini potatoes on the balcony before, and she only looked at them occasionally.

In the future I will definitely have to ask an experienced expert to do the planting, but the most urgent task is how to transport them back safely without any more losses.

"Master, the trees in the garden are growing well. Should we ask the gardener?"

Zhang Chao nodded and said, "Send someone to call him."

"Yes."

If she wants to plant on a large scale, these few are not enough. Since this person has a way to find sweet potatoes, why not consider corn? No matter how expensive it is, it is better than going out by herself. She doesn't have time.

"Mr. Zhang, next time you go out to sea, could you bring me another 1,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes? The price is negotiable."

Zhang Chao originally thought that the young scholar was just growing it for fun, but he didn't expect him to buy more, and one thousand kilograms at that.

There is no problem in doing business, no matter how big or small, as long as you can make money, you will naturally take the business.

"Businessmen naturally won't push their business away. I'm just curious, what do you want so many sweet potatoes for? Can you tell me?"

There is nothing to hide.

"The north is dry and the south is flooded. The past two years will be extremely difficult. If we can find new crops, it will be a good deed."

The war in the northwest has not been mentioned yet. Although they are in the southeast, thousands of miles away, they are all citizens of the Qin Dynasty after all.

Having this kind of sentiment is admirable.

"Young master, although he is young, he has the world in his heart. Please accept my courtesy." Zhang Chao took a step back and bowed to Weng Xiaoxiao.

Weng Xiaoxiao quickly returned the greeting, "Sir, you are too kind. It is for the sake of both the people and our family."

"We are all ordinary people, and it's not just about our own interests that count." Huang's friend also echoed.

"Then it's settled. As for the price, it's hard to say right now. The market is always changing. However, friendship is friendship, and business is business. Since the goods are reserved by you, I need you to pay a 40% deposit first."

"What is 40% approximately?"

"Five hundred taels."

How can this be called sweet potato? It's more expensive than meat.

But the value of seeds naturally cannot be compared with ordinary goods.

"Deal, please draw up a deed, sir."

He was decisive and quick in his work. I had really misjudged him before. This young man was not out for fun. "Butler, go to my study and get two orders."

The butler is an elder in the mansion and is deeply trusted by the master, so he has to handle this kind of task personally.

"Mr. Zhang, if you come across other novel crops, you can bring some back and I will accept them. Good things should be brought in, right?"

“The really good stuff is also tightly controlled.”

That's true, but there will always be opportunities.