The little cook in the book has fallen asleep

Cheng Lixiao and the other three hurried back to the Yuan family's old house. As soon as they entered the room, they saw Yuan Heng lying weakly on the couch. His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat was on his forehead.

The doctor next to him was taking his pulse, but his expression was very serious.

"Doctor, how is my master?" Cheng Yiyu asked anxiously, with a hint of fear in his voice.

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of worry and anxiety. He couldn't accept that the usually lively and loud master had become so weak and powerless.

The doctor slowly stood up and said solemnly, "Fortunately, the bones were not injured, but the arrowhead was poisonous, and the poison has corroded the general's body and triggered his old injury.

The poison was not difficult to cure, but it triggered the general's old illness and his body could not withstand the detoxification methods.

His symptoms are now really dangerous and difficult to treat."

Hearing this, the four Cheng brothers' hearts sank. They knew that Yuan Heng must have made many contributions to rise from a commoner to a general, and that these contributions were achieved at the cost of lives.

The wounds inflicted on the battlefield would always stay with him, and this time the poison on the arrow triggered the old wounds, putting him in an extremely dangerous situation.

The doctor sighed and continued, "However, it is not difficult to cure the general's poison. There is a prescription passed down in my family that requires a herb called 'Glycyrrhiza uralensis', which we have at home.

But the general's old illness is serious, and he needs a hundred-year-old ginseng as a medicine, so I dare not treat him."

General Yuan is a good general. Since he took office in charge of their Western Province border, those small countries no longer dared to invade Western Province. They can live and work in peace. Now he dare not take any action without complete certainty.

The doctor was very willing to take out the prescription and roasted licorice that he had treasured for many years, but he didn't have any good quality ginseng on hand, so he was in a dilemma.

"Ginseng? Ahem... I have it! Yuan Qi, bring my bag here!" Yuan Heng heard them looking for ginseng when he woke up.

This is unfortunate. Nannan just gave him one ginseng plant. A two hundred year old one can save lives, so he always carries it with him.

"Yes, General!" Yuan Qi immediately walked to the luggage rack and handed Yuan Heng's bag to Yuan Heng.

Cheng Lixiao took the opportunity to walk to Yuan Heng's side, gently helped him up, took out the jade gourd and fed Yuan Heng a big mouthful.

"Doctor, this is for you, thank you!" Yuan Heng handed the ginseng to the doctor and thanked him.

"You're welcome, General Yuan. You are the patron saint of our Western Province. Thank you for everything you have done for us!" the doctor said sincerely.

After the doctor went downstairs to prepare the medicine, Yuan Heng told him the whole story. It turned out that some officials in the provincial capital were colluding with Japan, and he came here to deal with the matter.

As a result, the official became desperate and planned the murder with the Japanese traitor. Yuan Heng had originally dodged the arrow, but when he saw the arrow flying towards the people, he used his body to block it.

"Master, you have to take good care of your injuries, otherwise I will tell my sister!" Cheng Yiyu threatened.

His master is not afraid of anything except Cheng Yu's nagging, and she has an explanation for such words.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're going to be an adult soon, why are you still complaining? Can't you afford to have fun?" Yuan Heng immediately jumped up.

He was a grown man in his forties, not afraid of anything except his daughter peeing. She was quite talkative, blah blah, and would start crying if he talked back to her.

It makes him laugh and angry at the same time!

General Yuan's injury this time was serious, but he was saved by a hundred-year-old ginseng.

"No, I said I won't sell it. I won't sell it!" Cheng Yu looked at the gold in front of her. Although it was very tempting, she couldn't take the gold if she wanted to keep the seeds.

"Then what do you want us to do in exchange for the corn seeds?" Lord Zheng looked at the smart little girl. This girl had too many ideas.

The main thing is that the Cheng family still lets her make the decision on her own. Lord Zheng looked at the Cheng family members who were surrounding her. He saw that their eyes were full of desire, but they didn't say a word and let the little girl make the decision on her own!

The Cheng family members were thinking, there is so much gold! But it is not theirs. They will definitely be able to earn so much in the future, so they should not be jealous.

Nannan must have her reasons for refusing, and the corn and potatoes were seeds that Nannan found herself. They couldn't interfere, let alone take them for themselves!

Blah blah, the monks are chanting, and your mind is calm and peaceful.

"I said I won't sell it, I'll give it away. I said I'll give it away and I mean it, but you have to do me a favor!" Cheng Yu said directly.

"You tell me!" Lord Zheng responded. What evil idea is this little girl up to now?

The two followers of Lord Zheng looked at each other. They both expected Cheng Yu to take the opportunity to ask for an official position and great wealth...

“You have to ensure the safety of our family. Before the seeds are popularized throughout the country, we have to grow them, and the court has to allow us to sell these things.

The corn seeds are for you, and you have to exchange other seeds for something. I'll take everything, including house deeds, land deeds, and of course gold!" Cheng Yu looked at the gold in front of him and swallowed.

"Ah? Is it that simple?" Lord Zheng thought she was going to ask for an exorbitant amount of money.

"Yes, it is easy for you, but for us, we cannot keep such great wealth!" Cheng Yu said in a serious tone. For example, the matter of the thousand taels of gold, if she hadn't been smart, it would have been really lost now!

"Okay, I agree. I will raise your request to the emperor! Give us three days, no! Five days!" Lord Zheng said as he looked at the heavy rain.

"Okay, no problem!" Cheng Yu replied.

"Then let's talk about your potatoes and sweet potatoes!" Lord Zheng looked at the corn in the corners of the room, and thought of the potatoes and sweet potatoes piled in the kitchen.

"How much are you willing to contribute?" Cheng Yu had deliberately cooked potatoes for dinner today. Her grandfather had dug up a lot of them and rotted them. Besides, weren't Lord Zheng and the others here?

"How much do you want?" Lord Zheng didn't know how much to give, because he had spent no less than a million gold coins on his diplomatic mission to get the sweet potatoes.

Cheng Yu raised a finger.

"Ten thousand?" Lord Zheng looked at the finger. One thousand was too little. Ten thousand was also too little.

"Deal, I'll give you the corn, sweet potato vines and potato planting technology!" Cheng Yu smiled slyly. She originally only wanted one thousand taels of gold, but in the end... it was an unexpected surprise!

"Okay, I'll write to His Majesty about your request tonight!" Lord Zheng also felt that he had made a profit. He spent ten thousand yuan to buy two kinds of grains and the planting methods of three kinds of grains.

“When the time comes, remember to have Lord Wei come here to publicize this with drums and gongs. Otherwise, if these seeds are targeted by those aristocratic families, our Cheng family will not have peace.

As for the technology you want, when it’s time to plant the seeds, just send someone to pick up my father and the other two. They know how to do it!" Cheng Yu said calmly despite his small size.

"Um...Okay, I understand. I will tell His Majesty the details!" Lord Zheng smiled as he looked at their family.

He had deliberately tested them just now and found that the three Cheng Jin brothers were good at writing and calculating, and Cheng Yu was also good at calculating!

But in other words, it is indeed troublesome if no one knows how to grow these things, such as the sweet potatoes they grow and the sweet potatoes grown by the Cheng family!

"Uncle, now that we have finished our business, let's have a chat!" Cheng Yu immediately changed his expression and said to Lord Zheng with a smile.

"You little brat! I was planning to go find your grandma first, but you scared me so much that I came here directly. Look at us, don't we look like beggars now!" Lord Zheng smiled bitterly at his own miserable appearance.

"Hahaha, the main reason is that it's going to rain, so I have to harvest. Have you finished harvesting your sweet potatoes?" Cheng Yu pointed to the heavy rain outside and spread his hands, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

"I've collected all of it, but it can't compare to yours!" said Lord Zheng with a worried look on his face.

He was too shy to say it out loud, especially since his sweet potato was only the size of his thumb!

"Uncle, how did you get here?" Zhao Yunniang suddenly asked from the side.

I heard from Zheng Rong that her grandfather came here by water, so how did he get from the pier to Qingshan Village?

Lord Zheng touched his head. It seemed that he was running here with his entourage and guards.

It was all Zheng Rong's fault. What was that? She didn't wait any longer! He was so panicked that he came running!

Thinking of this, Lord Zheng glared at Zheng Rong fiercely. She was so grown up, why couldn't she be more mature? Look at Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu: I am an adult at heart, okay…

"We...we..." Lord Zheng was embarrassed to speak.

"Madam Cheng, we came here on the run!" said Lord He, a seventh-rank official. Otherwise, why would they all be so dusty and look like beggars? No! Beggars are better than him!

"Ah? Running? You've worked hard following my grandfather!" Zheng Rong knew her grandfather's character, he was very impetuous, so it was not an exaggeration when they said they came running.

It only takes a moment (more than 40 minutes) to get from the pier to Qingshan Village!

"You are such a mischievous ghost!" Zhao Yunniang gently tapped Zheng Rong's forehead.

"Eldest brother, when the rain stops, you harness the carriage and take your uncle and the others back. They are exhausted from the long journey and have worked with us for so long. Thank you for your hard work!" said Old Master Cheng.

Old Master Cheng looked at Lord Zheng. Is this his mother-in-law's younger brother? Although he looks a little embarrassed, his aura cannot deceive people!

Lord Zheng asked a lot of questions about Old Mrs. Zhao, and he felt relieved when he knew that the second sister had not suffered any hardship.

While everyone was talking and laughing, the rain stopped.

"Sir, the rain has stopped!" a guard came in and said.

"Okay, then let's go to the county town, brother-in-law. We may have to trouble you in the next few days!" Lord Zheng said happily.

He really felt that the Cheng family was very knowledgeable and knew everything about the crops in the fields and what vegetables and grains could be grown on what kind of land.

The Cheng family: These books were all brought out by our daughter, and they benefited a lot from reading them!

(Cheng Yu had previously redeemed a function that could change things into the existing things of this era. Cheng Yu did not expect that after the system was upgraded, the agricultural books would be changed into the text and specific land conditions that were in line with this dynasty after they were taken out of the space.)

Mr. Cheng said with a smile: "Welcome, welcome, you are welcome to come anytime!"

The next day, when the Cheng family saw Lord Zheng and his companions clean up and bring all kinds of food to their doorstep, they realized that the disturbance Lord Zheng mentioned really happened every day.

Even if they come, the Cheng family members go to the fields, and Lord Zheng also goes to the fields.

When the Cheng family wiped the corn, they followed suit, making the Cheng family often at a loss.

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