Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

The next day, the smoke from the cooking fires in Qinghe Village rose exceptionally early.

Last night, the village chief called a meeting of villagers and informed them of what happened yesterday.

Because of its geographical location, Qinghe Village was often invaded by barbarians, which led to the development of the village's tough and united spirit.

Under the double blow of this harsh climate and foreign invasion, Qinghe and several surrounding villages were extremely poor.

Although Jiuyou Prefecture has a vast territory, it is sparsely populated, and most of the towns and villages under it are as poor as Qinghe Village.

Therefore, this place is very suitable as a place of exile, allowing the men from the prosperous capital to give up their wealth and glory, face the earth and experience the hardships of people's lives.

What could be more tormenting to these sinners than something like this?

It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality...

The emperor also knew how to torture people.

In recent years, the Yan family was the only family in Qinghe Village that accepted exiled criminals.

It’s not like there haven’t been other criminals who joined the village in the past.

All the officials who were exiled here either remained arrogant and looked down on others, or became muddle-headed and soon reached a dead end, waiting to die.

The Yan family is different!

Ever since the Yan family moved into Qinghe Village five years ago after becoming good citizens thanks to the emperor's pardon, the villagers of Qinghe Village initially watched from afar to see what kind of family the Yan family would become.

Five years have passed, and the Yan family's way of dealing with people and their low-key attitude have made the villagers of Qinghe Village truly feel the demeanor of the aristocratic family from Kyoto.

Changyun Mountain is the largest mountain range in Jiuyou Prefecture. It stretches endlessly and has no end. It does not belong to any village. Although there are countless treasures on the mountain, it is also accompanied by deadly dangers.

The rule when going up the mountain has always been that whoever finds it owns it. If other people find good things that can be eaten, used, or exchanged for money, they will hide them for fear that others will find out.

The Yan family was so good that they actually announced their discovery of food that could fill their stomachs so openly, and let everyone go and dig it up. No matter how much they dug, it all belonged to them, and it all depended on their ability.

He also taught me the recipe for planting. Aren't these recipes family secrets? He just told others like that? It's unheard of.

After breakfast, the villagers of Qinghe Village began to go to their own fields one after another to turn the soil and prepare to plant potatoes.

"I haven't had a full meal for a long time. I ate too much all of a sudden. These potatoes are really good!" The man with a sallow face rubbed his stomach, carried a hoe, and talked loudly to the people around him.

People in the north are relatively large in build, but they are all skinny due to long-term lack of food.

"This morning I asked my wife to steam five big potatoes, and the boys in our family each got one. They all cried out that they were full! Hahahaha..."

"You guys eat potatoes, and so do we. The Yan family is really nice people..."

"Who says it's not true? Now I feel full of energy. I feel at ease when I think that I will be able to harvest a cellar of potatoes in a few months."

"These are all brought to us by the Yan family!"

They looked at each other, and the solemnity in their eyes was serious.

Most people in the north value friendship and loyalty, and believe in repaying a favor.

What's more, being able to provide everyone with enough food is a huge favor in this poor place!

"Hey, do you know where the Yan family's land is?"

"His family is full of old, weak, women and children. The only young and strong man is lame. Let's turn the land for them so they don't have to do it themselves."

"Yes, the Yan family still has a five-year-old scholar. His hands are for writing, so how can he do these rough jobs? Let's go and help them."

"Come on, come on, I know where their land is..."

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As the sun rises, Qinghe Village is quiet.

In the fields in the north of Qinghe Village, there is a piece of land that is crowded with people, almost gathering all the labor force of Qinghe Village.

It was a chaotic scene, as if someone was digging three feet into the ground.

The villagers followed the instructions of the Yan family, plowed the soil, used tools to turn out the old soil and fixed clods of soil, and then buried them with new soil.

The best time to renovate is in sunny weather, which can effectively increase the oxygen content in the soil, make it more breathable, and the planted tubers will grow faster.

The women in the family selected potatoes suitable for sprouting, and they did everything according to what the Yan family said.

After washing it with clean water, cut it into small pieces with a tool, and soak the cut stems in rooting water for more than two hours.

Then wrap it with a clean cloth and place it in a cool place for germination. After ten days, the tubers will grow sprouts and can be planted in the ground.

After about three months, the potatoes can be harvested.

Prescriptions for preventing and treating some potato diseases have also been passed on to every household. As long as people take good care of the potatoes in the fields, no one will starve to death in Qinghe Village in the winter!

There are very few elderly people in Qinghe Village, and there will be even fewer after winter.

Every household does this, and it has almost become a custom in this area.

Yan Nansheng only found out about this matter in the past few days.

It’s all because of poverty.

Poverty leaves people with no choice, so the people here are very ruthless. Whenever they are invaded by barbarians, everyone joins the army, including the elderly, the weak, women and children.

In his previous life, Yan Nansheng also became the leader of a base in the last days, and it had become a habit for him to fight for resources for the people in his territory.

Before the end of the world, Yan Nansheng was also born in the imperial capital, the center of power. His father was a special forces soldier, his mother was a famous medical professor in the country, and his grandfather's family was a family of traditional Chinese medicine.

Yan Nansheng grew up in his grandparents' home, and was influenced by the Chinese medicine.

Both grandpa and grandma devoted themselves to the country and only lived in the Yan family's genealogy. Yan Nansheng had never seen them.

Therefore, some feelings and responsibilities are engraved in our bones and are innate.

No matter in what time and space, the memories deep in the soul cannot be erased.

In the Yan family courtyard, the gate was slammed open with a bang. Yan Zhaoran ran to Old Man Yan's side like the wind and stood beside him, breathing heavily.

The eldest aunt was picking vegetables in the yard. She got a headache when she saw her daughter running around like a naughty monkey.

"Why are you running like crazy? You don't even look like a girl!"

Mrs. Zhang rolled her eyes at her eldest daughter-in-law and said, "What's wrong with the child being tough? You weren't much better than her when you were a child."

When listening to my mother-in-law talking about her childhood, my aunt lowered her head and picked vegetables seriously without saying a word.

My aunt's family and Mrs. Zhang's family are neighbors.

Who hasn’t had a childhood? Sigh… it’s all dark history…

Let’s not talk about it…

Yan Zhaoran quickly gave his mother a pleading smile.

He turned and walked over to sit next to his grandfather.

"Grandfather! Our fields are full of people, so crowded, they are all turning over our land."

In the yard, Yan Nansheng and his grandfather were drinking tea at the stone table. The tea was brought by the village chief last night.

Grandpa Yan didn't say anything. He leaned comfortably on the recliner and watched his granddaughter making tea.

Yan Nansheng learned how to make tea before the apocalypse, and after that he just spent his days chopping zombies.

I have long lost the passion for making tea.

Every day when I go home, I drink a limited-edition cup of Erguotou, bully Roubao and then sleep on its belly.

Now that I'm here, I have time to deal with these things.

I haven't thought about meat buns for a long time. I almost forgot what they look like...

Yan Nansheng paused while pouring the water, then continued as if nothing had happened.