After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

"What's wrong with this kid Fang Tong?"

"I don't know? This kid has helped the villagers a lot. Maybe he got into trouble..."

A slightly sarcastic female voice rang out from the side: "What's wrong? Did you do something wrong?"

Some people were unhappy to hear this: "The results haven't come out yet, how can you say that about them?"

Little He was no pushover either. She argued with the man, "Why wait for the results? Normally, the yamen runners would just arrest people who commit crimes. This time, the county magistrate came in person, so Fang Tong must have committed something very serious!"

"Right!" Lu chimed in sarcastically, "We're all from the same village. I was wondering how that Fang Tong made so much money. It's hard to say where that money came from! You're so shameless, you had the nerve to brag about it for so many days, and now you've gotten yourself thrown into jail!"

Seeing someone agreeing with her, Xiao He became even more confident. "Not only that, but the county magistrate has come to our house. Who knows, he might even arrest his entire family and throw them in jail. I heard that cheating is punishable by death. I don't think he'll survive, and the rest of his family will all be exiled to Lingnan!"

The two of them sang in unison, leaving everyone stunned by what they said.

What they said sounded like it was real, as if Fang Tong's family would be beheaded or exiled in the next second.

Speaking of Xiao He and Li, they were two people who had nothing in common in the village before.

After all, Xiao He has always been proud of being the daughter-in-law of the Qin clan leader, and has a somewhat superior attitude, so she disdains to associate with the Lu family.

But ever since Qin Yan won the first place in the provincial examination, even her father-in-law began to personally go out to please Qin Yan. She couldn't find anyone to talk to when she wanted to say something bad about Qin Yan and Qian Fengping's family.

The only one who shared the same ideals with her was Lu.

In the room, Fang Tong, who was about to be beheaded by the two men, talked with the county magistrate for a long time.

"Fang Tong, I've heard about the wheat incident. It's truly rare."

"This matter concerns the livelihood of the people. Whatever I ask you, you must answer truthfully. In the future, it will benefit the people and you will be one of the great contributors with immeasurable merits!"

The county magistrate was also very excited. If he could promote this planting method that could produce seven or eight stones per mu, and report it in the future, it would mean that the wheat was grown under his rule. Even if he was not the real hero, he could still get a considerable amount of credit!

If God gives him the achievement, he must accept it firmly!

Fang Tong expressed his willingness and was even very excited.

The county magistrate was completely relieved and began to ask: "Tell me first, how did you plant it?"

Fang Tong thought for a moment and said, "It's no different from most people. It's just the same tips for growing winter wheat: don't plant too deep, don't plant too shallow, and apply more manure..."

This is the truth. No matter how hard you try, you can never make anything out of farming.

The county magistrate recorded it truthfully and frowned at the same time. Something was wrong!

Was Fang Tong lying? But there was really no need to lie.

There must be some details that even he himself is unaware of! He must find out, so that he can benefit the people and gain a promotion!

"Then how do you select these seeds? Why is there such a surge in production?"

Of course it’s because it was given by the gods!

But he would say this even if he was beaten to death.

Fang Tong scratched his head and began to perform. He pretended to be puzzled: "These seeds are what we left behind. Oh, and some were bought. I remember the man who sold me the seeds was a bearded businessman. I bought the last bit. After he left, I found a few smaller wheat grains on the ground. This kind of thing..."

"You know, I don't like wasting seeds!"

"So, regardless of whether they are good or bad, I brought them all back and planted them together." At this point, Fang Tong suddenly realized: "Could it be that those small seeds are the reason for the sudden increase in wheat yields?"

He muttered to himself, "No, if that's the case, there should only be a few high-yielding wheat seedlings. How come all of them are..."

This is half true, half false, and half stupid!

But he had been so sincere in expressing his determination before that the county magistrate had no doubts!

He is so sincere, how can he lie?

The two discussed it, and the final result was that the county magistrate planned to have people find wheat with small grains and try planting them together next year.

Also, you are not allowed to eat this year's wheat, nor give it to others. Not a single grain can be left behind.

Fang Tong immediately agreed: "Of course!"

The county magistrate was very satisfied.

The two chatted for quite a while. Outside, many people got bored of waiting and went to work in the fields. Only a small number of people were still waiting to see the results. They were getting a little sleepy from waiting, and some even sat cross-legged on the ground.

When the door opened, everyone became alert.

Fang Tong was seen walking beside the county magistrate and saying some goodbye words. The county magistrate was smiling and even patted him on the shoulder.

The villagers who were watching the fun were all stunned - wasn't this a big mistake?

They were still thinking about pleading for Fang Tong later, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary?

At this time, the village chief arrived late, panting, and asked the county magistrate to stay for dinner.

The county magistrate then spoke: "It is too late, so I will not keep you. I will leave six yamen runners to help Fang Tong harvest the winter wheat day and night."

As soon as he said this, Fang Tong knew what he meant. He said he was helping to harvest the wheat, but in reality he was supposed to make sure nothing went wrong with the winter wheat and watch over it day and night.

Secondly, he also wanted the villagers to be careful. There were yamen runners on his land, so they should not have any inappropriate ideas. Anyone who acted suspiciously would be locked up directly.

Finally, I took the opportunity to learn about the winter wheat harvest situation of other people in the village.

Fang Tong knew all this very well, but the village chief was a little confused.

When did Fang Tong become so powerful? Even the yamen runners had to harvest wheat for him day and night.

Although he thought so in his heart, he did not ask, but agreed one by one.

The county magistrate then left.

He had barely left the village when, just as he was getting closer, someone approached him, looking at him from behind the six remaining yamen runners, and quietly asked, "Old Third, what's going on?"

The two of them had discussed whether or not to tell everyone about this, and Fang Tong made no secret this time: "My family's wheat yields at least seven stone per mu. This is truly a surprise, so I've reported it to the county magistrate. If someone can discover a method to dramatically increase yields, our Mushan Village will become famous!"

After everyone realized what he said, they forgot about the yamen runners in front of them and burst into an uproar!

"Is this true? Seven stone per mu? Or is it the minimum?"

"You're not exaggerating, are you? My family's yield per mu is only two dan! And you have seven dan??"

This is like a fairy tale.

Fang Tong laughed, and then said nonchalantly, "I'm bragging? If I were bragging, would the county magistrate come here in person?"

Everyone thought about it and realized, isn’t it?

The county magistrate came in person and smiled as he left six yamen runners for Fang Tong to help harvest the wheat. This was enough to prove that this matter was true!

Everyone was surprised and envious!