Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

More than half a month had passed since the sweet potato digging, and it was finally time to dig yams. It was a rare reason to get closer to the two "cousins", so Shen Ye and Yan Yiyi went to the county government office to invite them to their homes.

I planted yam on a few acres of land in the backyard so as not to disturb too many people and I didn't have to rush. I went to the county government office in the morning to receive the invitation, and before returning I went to the vegetable market to buy some pork, pork bones, fish and chicken to entertain the two "cousins".

Without Yan Yiyi by his side, Xin Ye would automatically lose his negative luck if he drove by himself, and bad things would happen frequently, so he would always take his wife with him when he traveled.

In the eyes of outsiders, the couple is very loving and inseparable.

Emm...it is actually true.

Xin Ye was driving a donkey cart, with his wife sitting beside him, and two "cousins" and meat and vegetables following behind him.

This was the first time for Chen Yong and Xu Jianuo to have such an experience. At this moment, they were like ordinary people following their eldest nephew to visit relatives, sitting in the most ordinary donkey cart, and returning home chatting and laughing with their nephew and niece-in-law.

There weren't many outsiders here. If he went back home, it would be difficult to talk to other people at home. At the suggestion of his wife, Xin Ye changed the subject.

"Mr. County Magistrate, what are your plans for the sweet potatoes next year?"

"I am also waiting for notification from above. According to the date, the memorial will soon arrive in the capital." Chen Yong answered and then asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

"It's like this. As you can see, there are only so many sweet potato seeds. My family plans to plant two acres, Aunt Qi's family and Uncle Wu's family plan to plant three acres, and the Gu family and the two Wang brothers also plan to plant two acres, a total of fourteen acres.

We harvested more than 4,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes, which can be used to grow about 16 mu of land, just enough for several families."

Yan Yiyi was just deliberately bullying them because they didn't understand, so that they wouldn't lose the sweet potatoes.

Chen Yong thought for a moment and said, "You are the ones who planted the sweet potatoes. Logically, we cannot interfere with how you deal with them. However, this involves the future food problem of the entire Zhao Kingdom, so you should just hold off for now."

Yan Yiyi said: "In fact, we just want to be at ease. After all, we will be able to breed seeds soon. The weather here is still suitable for planting one crop, and we can dig it in April or May next year. After that, we can plant another crop and dig it in August or September."

Chen Yong was shocked: "What!?"

"It's cold here, but not cold enough to snow in winter. Moreover, the cold weather will not last more than half a month at most. As long as we can get through this period, we can harvest a batch of sweet potatoes next year."

In fact, the climate here is suitable for growing potatoes from October to November, and they can be harvested in February or March of the following year, but hasn’t she found a chance to grow potatoes yet?

Wait until next time.

She will first see how the court treats this batch of sweet potatoes, and then decide whether to produce more seeds. Otherwise, she will only be able to eat dried vegetables in the winter.

This is no longer a world full of dangers like in the apocalypse, where you had to rely on luck to eat a fresh and harmless vegetable. Now that I am in such a good place to grow food, I can only endure it and live such a frustrating life. Why?

At worst, she could just rebel and see who dares to stop her from eating her vegetables!

Of course, she was too lazy to start a war if she could avoid it. Isn't there a saying that goes "It's easy to conquer the world, but difficult to keep it"?

She has no interest in the throne at all. She gets up earlier than the chickens and sleeps later than the dogs. Emm... It's okay to be a tyrant, but if the people under her are living in misery, can she still be the emperor?

Therefore, the best outcome is that the current emperor is a good, discerning, and broad-minded person who treats the people well and gives them some welfare and money in recognition of the fact that the people provide such good food and seeds.

With the emperor's special care and the local magistrate's attention, wouldn't it be wonderful to live a simple and happy life in this small mountain village?

This batch of sweet potatoes is the "stone" she threw to test the waters. Whether the emperor can keep his position depends on his choice.

Just in case, it seems she has to ask Youyou for help to get a batch of arms. They don't need to be very advanced, but they can dominate the world here with just a little bit of technology.

Chen Yong didn't expect that sweet potatoes could be planted so many times. He asked again in disbelief: "Can they really be planted?"

"Don't we have two extra acres of land for seedlings? We can try planting one acre. We still have seeds, so it doesn't matter if we miss out on this acre of seeds."

"No! It matters!" Chen Yong and Xu Jianuo excitedly denied Coix's words at the same time. How could she be allowed to waste such precious seeds like this?

Yan Yiyi and Xin Ye turned around to look at the two middle-aged uncles who were greatly shocked, and then looked at each other tacitly. Xin Ye suddenly received a fierce glare from the two uncles, and immediately turned around and didn't intend to get involved. He just drove the donkey honestly.

Chen Yong and Xu Jianuo were so choked by his cowardly look that they couldn't spit out or swallow the air.

Chen Yong was not a very conservative person, and the sweet potatoes originally belonged to someone else, so he could only say tactfully: "Yan, it's not impossible for you to try growing sweet potatoes in winter, but one acre of land is too much. I think it's good to grow the yam field in your backyard.

It's easier for you to take care of it in the backyard, right?"

Yan Yiyi said, "I was planning to plant some sweet potatoes on that piece of land, and also spinach and shallots. We don't have many green vegetables at home."

Xu Jianuo suggested: "Why don't we go and help you clear out a piece of land in the backyard? It doesn't have to be too much, a few acres is enough for the experiment."

Chen Yong quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, yes, don't be polite to your uncle. I'm free today and tomorrow. It's just a few acres of land. I'll help you open up the wasteland."

"Speaking of land reclamation, I found that there is a large piece of land at the foot of your mountain that can be reclaimed. It will be several acres. Except for the inconvenience of getting water for irrigation, the land is really good." Xu Jianuo said, "Why don't you reclaim the land before winter?"

In order to relocate them, Xu Jianuo had to plant one acre of sweet potatoes as an experiment. Once the topic was opened, he said earnestly: "Your family only has two acres of dry land, how can that be enough?

Plant sweet potatoes instead of peppers next year?

The chili sauce is really good, Yan's, you can consider ordering more and selling them."

Yan Yiyi smiled and said, "How tiring it is to make so many things to sell? And we have to work hard to manage the shop. We are all farmers in the countryside, so we don't understand so many twists and turns."

"Others may worry, but with our two cousins ​​in charge in Guyang County, most people won't dare to go to the downtown area. I usually ask the patrolling yamen officers to visit your shop more often." Chen Yong followed Xu Jianuo's thoughts and felt that there was a big market for chili sauce, so he made a promise right away.

"If you don't want to manage the shop, just find someone to look after it, and let your man go to the shop to check the accounts on weekdays, right?" Xu Jianuo glanced at Xin Ye dimly.

Xin Ye felt the gaze coming from behind, and he straightened his body involuntarily, but he didn't look back, insisting that "as long as you don't mention my name, I won't hear it."