Aunt Chen is back from the world of cultivation

As soon as the words fell, many people came out with red eyes and picked up their swords with gritted teeth.

More and more people came out and picked up the swords from the corpses of the Japanese pirates.

Among these people, both men and women, each of them had hatred for the Japanese pirates written all over their face.

In the past, they had no weapons and could not defeat the Japanese pirates.

Nowadays, there are not many Japanese pirates left. They are numerous and powerful, have weapons in their hands, and have the support of gods behind them. Naturally, they will take revenge when they have a grudge.

The remaining Japanese pirates were quickly killed by the people of Wei who were enslaved.

During this time, Chen Qingzhu put down several women on the stage, walked towards the one covered in wounds, and injected spiritual energy into her body.

After a moment, she frowned slightly.

These Japanese pirates are worse than beasts.

She focused on treating the woman's lower body injuries, and when she was able to recover on her own, she withdrew her hand.

Seeing that the others had killed all the Japanese pirates, she dodged and landed in front of the man who had stepped forward first.

"God!"

The man quickly knelt down to show his respect.

"What's your name?"

"My little Xue Erlang!"

The man said with fear and trepidation.

Chen Qingzhu asked him to get up, and then used the power of controlling objects to bring him and her to a high platform full of corpses of Japanese pirates. She used the voice-raising technique and said to everyone:

"I looked at this island when I came here. There is a lot of arable land. You can farm and live here for the time being. This Xue Erlang will be your village head and lead you temporarily."

Everyone agreed in unison.

Chen Qingzhu said again:

"In a year at most, I will send my soldiers to take over this island. At that time, those who want to return to their homeland can return to Wei with them."

When they learned that they could return to their homeland, everyone was very happy and hurried to thank him.

Xue Erlang heard that the God would not stay here for long. After hesitating for a long time, he still boldly expressed his concerns:

"God, these pirates have close contacts with the golden-haired barbarians. After you leave, I'm afraid those barbarians will not let go of the farmland and slaves in our village."

At this point, he was filled with shame, "They have cannons and muskets, they are very powerful, we can't defeat them..."

Before Chen Qingzhu came, he had already heard reports from his subordinates about the situation on Dongfan Island, and naturally knew that there were many powerful barbarians here.

They have powerful guns and ships that are even better at naval warfare.

But this is not a problem for Chen Qingzhu.

"Don't worry. Before I leave the island, I will eliminate all the restless forces."

After getting her assurance, Xue Erlang felt much more relieved.

Next, Chen Qingzhu asked someone to take her to find the treasure house of these Japanese pirates. She left half of the gold and silver for the people in the village to spend, and put the rest into the storage talisman before leaving the village.

Time was short and there were many things to do. After she recovered her spiritual energy, she immediately took Rong Niang to find and raid the next Japanese pirates' stronghold.

Of course, not all strongholds can encounter such a concentrated situation of Japanese pirates, so it will take more time than the first stronghold.

After sweeping three mountain villages in succession, on the way to the next mountain village, Rong Niang finally couldn't help but ask the doubts in her heart.

"Mom, I feel something is strange."

"What's wrong?" Chen Qingzhu asked patiently.

Rong Niang said:

"I heard that the people captured by the Japanese pirates were all hungry, cold, and tortured, and they were all very thin and weak."

"But after visiting three villages in a row, the women there are actually not that bad... at least they are fatter than the village women I saw when I went to divide the land."

In the villages where she presided over the distribution of land, the villagers, both men and women, were very thin, and many of them were just skin and bones.

"I don't understand. If they were captured by the Japanese pirates, would they live better than in their hometown?"

This was something Chen Qingzhu had never noticed before.

She was busy killing people and looting the pirates' treasure trove, and indeed did not pay much attention to these details.

Now that Rong Niang mentioned it, she thought about it and realized that it was indeed true.

"Mrs. Rong is very careful and discovered something that I didn't notice. However, if the next village is still like this, we can try to find out the reason."

When we arrived at the fourth village, the situation was still the same.

The male slaves were very thin, but the female slaves, although their expressions were empty and desperate, had flesh on their faces.

This is indeed strange.

Food is precious everywhere.

The Japanese pirates did not value the lives of the female slaves, so how could they possibly spend more food on them?

This time, Chen Qingzhu was still chasing after the Japanese pirates, but Rong Niang focused on investigating the matter.

As the fairy child beside this deity, the captured people of Wei in the village were also very respectful to Rong Niang and would answer all her questions.

After Chen Qingzhu had wiped out this group of Japanese pirates, he saw Rong Niang running towards him with an excited look on her face, holding a palm-sized object.

"Mom! I found a wonderful treasure!"

A hint of surprise arose in Chen Qingzhu's heart.

After Rong Niang entered the court, she has always been quiet and reserved in front of outsiders, and has always paid great attention to maintaining her demeanor as a young master. She has rarely been seen to show such joy on her face.

What on earth had she discovered that could cause her emotions to fluctuate so strongly?

"What is this?"

Rong Niang had already run up to her, still looking excited.

She took out the dagger she carried with her and cut open the muddy lump, revealing the pale yellow inner core. She said with anticipation:

"Mother, please try it first."

Chen Qingzhu thought that this was probably some kind of fruit.

So she lowered her head slightly and took a bite.

It has a very crispy and sweet taste, and a light powdery texture that fills your mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Rong Niang's eyes sparkled.

As a fruit, Chen Qingzhu felt it was unsatisfactory, but seeing that Rong Niang seemed to think highly of it, he could only say against his will:

"good."

Rong Niang also saw that her mother didn't like the taste very much, so she coughed awkwardly:

"Mother, let's not worry about whether it tastes good or not. The key point is its yield per mu! Poor land can produce more than 1,500 kilograms, and slightly more fertile land can produce more than 3,000 kilograms!"

At the end of her speech, her voice became excited again.

Although Chen Qingzhu did not pay attention to specific government affairs, his family did farm when he was a child.

She clearly remembered that in her hometown in northern Zhili, if wheat could be grown on land with good fertility, it would be considered a bumper harvest if one acre of land could produce 300 kilograms of grain.

But now Rong Niang said that this thing in front of her could produce 3,000 kilograms per mu.

She also immediately took it seriously.

"Is this true?"

Rong Niang nodded vigorously and continued to introduce:

"Really? I heard from them that this thing is called sweet potato. It can be eaten raw or cooked. It is very filling. Moreover, it is sweet and can be used to make sugar."

"The slaves in the village eat these every day, so they can grow meat."

"Oh, yes, this stuff is very durable. It can be stored in a cellar for more than half a year, and can be ground into powder and kept for a year! And it is not picky about the land, it can be planted in any land, and it is very productive!"

Since she got involved in government affairs, Rong Niang has gained a deeper understanding of how difficult people's lives are.

Life is really hard for ordinary people. After working hard for half a year, they can only harvest two to three hundred kilograms per acre of land.

This is only true on fields with good fertility. If the fields have poor fertility, the yield per acre will only be about 100 kilograms.

If we encounter a natural disaster again, it will be even less likely.

So, after learning about the various characteristics of sweet potatoes, she had only one thought in her mind:

"Mother, let's take this back to Wei and have the people plant it!"

"Even if every family only grows one or two acres of sweet potatoes, no one will starve to death anymore!"