Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

It can be said that the fate of the three people is now in Ding Yi's hands.

In the days that followed, the three of them put aside their arrogant and domineering temperaments and became cautious. They were even more respectful to Ding Yi, fearing that Ding Yi would say something bad about them.

Gifts for all four seasons, delivered on time.

Seeing that they were so understanding, Ding Yi did not make things difficult for them any further.

We just get along like ordinary relatives.

It’s just that feelings can never go back to the way they were.

When Madam Qian found out, she wiped her tears and praised Ding Yi: "Young lady is still as kind-hearted as ever."

In this era, the friendliness towards women has been hovering in the low digits for many years.

Given the character of the three families, knowing that their wives were expelled from the clan, they would probably consider divorcing them the next second.

He cannot divorce his wife, but he can also die of illness.

If a family demotes their wife to a concubine, they will be praised by everyone for their kindness and righteousness.

Considering that the three of them were not involved, Ding Yi kindly left them a way out. Whether the future days will be good or bad depends on themselves.

After doing all this, half a month passed in a flash.

Remembering the agreement with Fang Wendu, Ding Yi immediately ordered the old butler to send a letter to Fang Wendu, inviting Fang Wendu to the Qian family for a chat.

The reason for choosing Qian's house was that the weather was cold and Ding Yi didn't want to go out.

After going back and forth to the North, when I got home there were all kinds of urgent things to deal with, and I was so busy that I had no time to rest.

She was an old lady in her seventies, which was considered a very long life in that era, and she really couldn't bear it anymore.

Fang Wendu didn't think much about it. He was an open-minded person who just enjoyed watching the show. He was troubled by Ding Yi's words for a long time. When it came to solving the mystery, there was no need for him to be so pretentious.

In order to make the scene more realistic, Ding Yi personally climbed down into the Qian family's cellar and rummaged around in the cellar, pulling out five or six potato eggs, each of which was as big as an adult man's fist.

The old butler fell into deep thought. How come he didn’t know there was this thing in the cellar? When was it buried there?

Being smart, he chose not to ask.

It is a sin to know too much about your master's affairs.

The old butler understands the rules.

When Ding Yi climbed up excitedly, intending to meet Fang Wendu, the old butler stood up and pointed to the edge of the cellar, an entrance that looked slippery because of the people coming in and out.

"Old lady, please change your clothes before going?"

I looked down and saw a large dirty stain on the edge of my skirt. I didn’t know what happened later, but it was probably even worse.

Ding Yi understood, and the little old lady picked up the basket herself and strode to change her clothes.

After changing clothes, she picked up the baby in the baby basket again and saw Fang Wendu, who was already getting impatient waiting.

Ding Yi smiled.

She said, men are young men until they die, and how many of them can resist the temptation of being recorded in history.

"Cough!" Fang Wendu coughed lightly and avoided Ding Yi's teasing gaze unnaturally.

If the younger ones stared at him like this, he would be angry, or secretly happy.

Being stared at by Ding Yi with such a look that he gave to a junior, Fang Wendu was left with only shame.

Even at such an old age, he still couldn't keep calm. As soon as he received the letter, he set off immediately.

The whole journey is straight, no turns.

"Mrs. Qian!" Fang Wendu bowed and waited in the corner out of respect for the elder.

Ding Yi holds a basket in her left hand and her skirt in her right hand, and moves to the left.

After sitting down, he lifted the cloth covering the basket, revealing a few gray things underneath.

"Hmm?" Fang Wendu remained calm, waiting for Ding Yi to explain.

Ding Yi quickly fished one out and stuffed it into Fang Wendu's hand without further ado, saying with a smile, "Master Fang, if this is cultivated properly, the maximum yield per mu can reach 3,000 kilograms."

Wow!

bass!

Fang Wendu stood up, and the thing in his hand fell to the ground, rolled around a few times, and ran under the table.

With his hands behind his back, Fang Wendu put away all his smiles and looked serious.

"Old lady, don't joke around. Three thousand kilograms per mu, do you know what that means?"

Ding Yi smiled secretly in his heart. If you don't believe it, then don't use honorifics. If you do, doesn't it prove that you want to believe it?

Without further ado, Ding Yi stuffed another one into his hand.

"Sir, if it's true, you can just give it a try and you'll know. With the weather conditions in Ningzhi County, we can plant the seeds now. Three months later, in February or March of next year, we can harvest them, and it won't delay the farming season."

"..." Fang Wendu was shamelessly moved. He grabbed the basket and stared at the things he had just dug out from the ashes.

"What is the name of this thing?"

"If it grows in the soil, call it a potato."

Fang Wendu complained in his heart, thinking that all food grows from the soil.

I wonder if Ding Yi is a big liar, as he gave such a casual name.

Well, trust her again.

When it was time to harvest, Fang Wendu looked at the potatoes that had been dug out of the soil and couldn't help but sigh: "They really are beans grown in the soil."

After seeing Fang Wendu off, Ding Yi also began to arrange matters related to potato planting.

It was the first time planting, so the quantity could not be too much. He gave 1,000 kilograms to Fang Wendu and took out another 1,000 kilograms for himself to plant in Qian's fields.

Fang Wendu did not ask where the things came from, and Ding Yi did not explain. The two of them understood each other tacitly and remained silent on the matter.

Fang Wendu even planned that if the matter seemed true, even if Ding Yi didn't want to talk about it, he would find a proper way for her to cover it up.

In this day and age, it is not difficult to conceal something.

Three months later, spring came and the Qian family prospered.

In the early morning, the sound of reading aloud came from the courtyard, waking up the sleeping house on time.

Yu Dingyi, the years have been peaceful, consider taking good care of yourself.

Frowning, Fang Wendu stood on the edge of the field, watching the farmhands dig out oval potatoes with yellow skin and rough surface with their hands. They put them on the scale and weighed them. The highest yield per mu was 2,600 kilograms, and the lowest was 1,800 kilograms.

Fang Wendu comforted himself, saying that it was his first time planting and he was not experienced.

After Ding Yi learned about this, he personally wrote him a letter, telling him that the potato yield would be higher in autumn and he should not be discouraged.

In the autumn, potatoes had another good harvest, proving that what Ding Yi said was true.

For the next five years, Fang Wendu declined his family's offer of help in his transfer and remained in Ningzhi County.

During these five years, after repeated experiments, we finally found the optimal solution for potato cultivation.

Taking this as an opportunity, Fang Wendu started to go crazy with farming.

In just ten years, the population of Beiming Kingdom quadrupled.

The emperor personally issued an edict to commend him, and Fang Wendu became the only scholar in the 300 years of Beiming Kingdom who was granted a title of nobility without military merit.

After being conferred the title of marquis, Fang Wendu personally wrote a letter to request merit for Ding Yi. Ding Yi, who was in her eighties, was in good spirits and smiled as she received the imperial edict from the official announcing the decree, conferring the title of Xiangjun on her.

A few years ago, the old housekeeper passed away and once asked Ding Yi: "Old lady, potatoes are good things, why can't we grow them ourselves?"

You can grow it yourself and all the credit will be yours. Wouldn’t it be better to keep it in the Qian family?

Ding Yi replied: "Since the Qian family cannot be defended, it is better to find a partner."

The greater the power, the greater the things you can do.

Many years ago, the Qian family almost lost themselves in an attempt to win.

Many years later, relying on the relationship with the Fang family and the revived Xiao family, the Qian family prospered and passed on from generation to generation, developing into a large family in the Beiming Kingdom.

Ding Yi lived to be ninety-nine years old, making himself a centenarian.

When he died, he had many children and grandchildren.

In the Qian family, no one asked to change their surname anymore.