The unlucky fake daughter was screwed by the rotten system

"Sir, have you ever tried dishes made with lotus root?" Yun Zhizhi asked with a smile.

The prefect nodded. "Yes. This lotus root can be crispy or soft. It has a variety of cooking methods and a rich taste. The people love it."

"Have you ever thought about why I only sell lotus roots and not dishes made with them?"

The prefect finally reacted.

Yes! With her excellent cooking skills, she could actually make dishes and sell them directly, making more money that way.

"Then why are you doing this?" he asked curiously.

Yun Zhizhi explained slowly, "The purpose of doing this is to promote lotus root as a vegetable, so that more people can understand it and even grow it."

"Yizhou's warm climate is very suitable for growing lotus roots. If they are carefully cared for, the yield will naturally not be too low. Through my observations over the past few days, I have found that some farmers have already considered planting lotus roots."

The prefect nodded slightly, "Yes, it would be a good thing if lotus roots could be grown on a large scale."

Then, Yun Zhizhi said flatteringly, her eyes narrowed into a smile, like a cunning fox: "If we vigorously promote the cultivation of lotus roots, I believe that next year, many farmers will be able to make a living by growing lotus roots."

"In this way, not only will the living standards of the common people be improved, but your future career in officialdom will also be much smoother."

Yes!

After hearing this, the prefect suddenly understood.

If the people's income increases, they can eat enough and their living standards improve because of the vigorous planting of lotus roots, then he, as the official of Yizhou Prefecture, must have made an indelible contribution.

By then, the court might even promote him and give him a higher rank!

Thinking of this, the prefect's mood instantly improved a lot, and there was a bit more gratitude in his eyes when he looked at Yun Zhizhi.

"Haha! It seems that our government has indeed made a profit. I have to thank you, young lady." The prefect smiled like a Buddha, with a hint of sincerity in his tone.

Yun Zhizhi quickly waved her hands, "No way! I was just doing my job."

The prefect nodded with satisfaction, then turned and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly turned around and said to Yun Zhizhi with a thick face: "I really like the lotus root dishes made by the young lady, especially the lotus root with osmanthus and glutinous rice. It is really to my taste. It's a pity that I just tasted two small pieces and I haven't had enough!"

Seeing that he specifically mentioned food before leaving, Yun Zhizhi roughly understood his intention, "Sir, I still have some sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root left here. If you don't mind, you can take some back and enjoy it slowly."

Originally, these remaining sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice lotus roots were specially reserved for Fang Rangrang, his grandparents, and Master Xuanzhen. This time, they were unlucky and didn't have the chance to enjoy them.

The prefect responded with a smile: "I don't mind at all. Thank you very much!"

Miss Yun is not only beautiful and kind-hearted, but also has good eyesight.

And she is also his benefactor.

It seems that this trip here was not in vain.

At this time, Xu Zhubu had been waiting at the stage for a long time. When he saw the prefect walking towards him, he immediately stepped forward and asked quietly, "Sir, how was your conversation just now?"

He found that the prefect seemed to be in a much better mood than when he first arrived, and he couldn't help but become curious about what this Miss Yun had said to the prefect.

The prefect's lips curled slightly, "This official and Miss Yun had a very good chat! This time, our government did not lose money, but made a huge profit."

"We must hurry back to the government office and implement the promotion of lotus root cultivation in other counties, towns, and villages..."

In the evening, the sun sets and the sunset glow covers the sky like brocade.

Master Xuanzhen busily lifted the lids of one pot after another, muttering to himself, "Strange, why didn't I see it? Could it be that the sweet-scented glutinous rice lotus root has grown legs and hidden itself away?"

Just then, little foodie Fang Rangrang came running over with his short legs and asked expectantly, "Grandpa Xuanzhen, have you found the sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root?"

Master Xuanzhen shook his head and sighed, "Not yet!"

Time passed minute by minute, and after about a cup of tea, Master Xuanzhen and Fang Rangrang still found nothing.

At this moment, Yun Zhizhi was sitting leisurely by the side, watching the three of them staring at her with resentful eyes. Suddenly, she slapped her forehead and said with sudden realization, "Oh! I'm getting old, and my memory isn't very good. I forgot to save some for you."

"Tomorrow, I will definitely remember! In addition to the sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice and lotus root, I will also save some of the lotus root meatballs I made last time for you."

Master Xuanzhen couldn't help but curl his lips.

Blow! Go ahead and blow!

How dare she say in front of me that she is old and has a bad memory. What am I? I am already this old, and I still remember what she said.

Master Xuanzhen pretended to be pitiful and said, "I am a monk and cannot eat lotus root balls. Zhizhi, you have no heart!"

Yun Zhizhi smiled awkwardly and quickly consoled him, "Don't worry! I'll save you some sweet and sour lotus root cubes."

Master Xuanzhen felt a little relieved after hearing this, but he still muttered, "Next time, don't forget what you promised us..."

"it is good!"

It’s not that she didn’t remember, but she didn’t expect that the prefect would suddenly appear and snatch food from the three of them!

The fifth day of setting up the stall.

It was the middle of the morning hour, and Yun Zhizhi was still lying on the bed, snoring soundly.

"Clap! Clap!"

There was a rapid knock on the door, which became louder and louder, as if something urgent was about to happen.

Yun Zhizhi was awakened by the knocking on the door. She turned over impatiently and muttered, "Who is it? Knocking at the door so early!"

"Miss, wake up! Something happened." He Ping'an's anxious voice came from outside the door.

When Yun Zhizhi heard this, she immediately sat up from the bed, rubbed her eyes, and felt uneasy in her heart.

She quickly tidied her clothes, hurriedly opened the door, and asked, "What happened? Why are you so flustered?"

At this moment, He Yang came over here with brisk steps.

He was holding a short sword, his hair was disheveled, he was barefoot, his face was filled with anger, and his voice was extremely loud, "Which bastard dared to steal lotus roots from my lotus field? You must be tired of living!"

Yun Zhizhi was still a little sleepy, but when she heard these words, her eyes widened and all sleepiness disappeared.

She asked in surprise, "Really? Did someone steal lotus roots from the lotus fields? How many did they steal?"