At Mojiazhuangzi, the weather was cold, so Mo Yuanji built a greenhouse with tung oil cloth to maintain the ground temperature.

As the weather gets colder, a few iron stoves are placed in the greenhouse and a few holes are poked in the greenhouse for ventilation.

The people sent by the court had no idea what was being planted in the fields and why such expenses were so high, but no one asked any questions.

They lived in the farm, had good food, and settled down.

Mo Yuanji asked them to copy his records. Their faces gradually became solemn, especially when they saw the weight of the five fruits, they understood what it meant.

Mo Yuanji and his daughter didn't know when the sweet potatoes could be harvested. They dug one out in early September and a group of people gathered around to watch.

Mo Yuanji asked his daughter, "Do you think it can grow any longer?"

The sweet potatoes Mo Chenxi had seen in modern times were much larger than the ones he had now. It was a pity that he had never grown them before, and he had never inquired about the harvest time of sweet potatoes. He estimated that it would take at least four months from planting to harvesting, which would be October.

This October is the lunar calendar, and October in the lunar calendar is November in the solar calendar. If it weren't for the greenhouse, the sweet potatoes would have frozen to death long ago.

She said, "Wait a little longer, until the end of September. No matter what they look like, dig them all up."

The person sent by the court was very strange. Lord Mo often asked his daughter some questions.

Madam Xiaojie inherited her father's business? That doesn't mean she should know more than her father.

Mo Chenxi asked the people in the farm to grind the sweet potatoes into powder. He used pure sweet potato flour to make ice cream that was smaller and thinner than mooncakes. He steamed it in a pot, then poured mashed garlic and a little vinegar into it and served it to several court officials for a taste.

The man looked at the black pancakes. Everyone took a small piece, dipped it in garlic paste and ate it, thinking to themselves, it doesn't taste very good.

The bookkeeper took another piece and asked, "Which sweet potato are all these made from?"

Mo Yanji nodded, "This is made of pure sweet potato flour, nothing else mixed in."

Dianbu chewed on it slowly, and everyone else understood. They looked at each other and felt excited.

From that day on, everyone carefully tended the sweet potato field and pulled out all the wilted leaves.

At the end of September, we started digging sweet potatoes and piled up a lot of baskets to hold and weigh the sweet potatoes.

Five plots of land were weighed separately.

When the results came out, Mo Yuanji cried, crying with excitement.

The fruits of the five plots of land are not much different, which shows that crops can be grown in dry land.

In addition, the sweet potato harvest from one acre of land is five times that of one acre of wheat, which is twice the expected three times.

If it is planted in spring and matures naturally, the data will be even more than this.

The news was sent to the palace, and soon the Queen Mother came to the farm in person, this time with the Emperor.

The Queen Mother looked at the sweet potatoes in the basket and asked the Emperor, "What are you thinking about?"

The emperor looked at the data in his hand and replied, "Famine and disaster years mean fewer people died of starvation."

The Queen Mother nodded and said, "Your Aunt Wenshan has done a great service this time. She brought this from the south."

The emperor raised his lips slightly, and said with some contempt: "But she is thinking about feeding the dog."

The Queen Mother's excited heart sank. "Your aunt said that some people in the south grow it, but because people died from eating it, it's not widely planted."

She said to Mo Yuanji, "Save all of these as seeds. Find a way to store them."

Mo Yuanji stepped forward and said, "I have prepared a vegetable cellar. I will have everyone put everything in there shortly."

The emperor asked, "Are you Mo Dianshu, also known as Mo Gancai?"

Mo Yuanji bowed and replied, "It is I, the common people."

"How can you still call me a commoner after such a great contribution?"

He looked at the Queen Mother and said, "Mother, why don't you appoint Mo Dianshu as the Supervisor? He won't have to attend court and will only be responsible for planting in the royal vegetable garden."

The Queen Mother smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty has made a good arrangement."

She knew in her heart that her son was trying to demonstrate his power step by step and to convey to the outside world how many ministers would come to join him.

Mo Yuanji became a fifth-rank official in the dispute between mother and son.

The people sent by the court also left, but Mo Yuanji had a gloomy face.

Mo Chenxi asked anxiously, "Dad, what does this promotion mean?"

Mo Yuanji said, "You must be careful and cautious in your actions in the future, so as not to cause harm to the innocent people."

Mo Chenxi understood immediately, "When gods fight, mortals suffer?"

Mo Yuanji glanced at his daughter and said, "Come to the palace less often in the future."

Mo Chenxi was speechless. She just wanted to make some money and didn't want to live a hard life. How did she become a fish on the chopping board step by step?

Fortunately, everyone knows that she is weak and has heart disease, so she should stay indoors this winter and take care of her health.

But she could find excuses for other people, but she had to go when the palace ordered her to do so.

The empress dowager she met this time was dressed very casually, just like the first time she met her in Shuangfeng Temple.

The Empress Dowager smiled and said no need for formalities, asked her to sit down, and asked the palace maid to bring in some food.

"Try this. I asked the Imperial Kitchen to make it according to your instructions. It's not as good as the dim sum at Wufangzhai, but it's still delicious."

Mo Chenxi looked at the food on the plates. They were very well prepared and one of the plates looked like roses.

She took a piece of the dessert and tasted it. It tasted better than the steamed buns she made with sweet potato flour at home.

The Queen Mother also took a piece and ate it. Her face softened. "They say daughters resemble their fathers. Not only do you look like your father, you also act like him. I admire you very much. Who says women can only stay in the inner chambers to take care of their husbands and children? Although I live in the palace, I also know that there are women all over the world who do men's work and are even better than men."

Mo Chenxi said modestly, "I'm just doing my best. I've heard my father say since I was a child that food is the most important thing for the people. The common people just want to have enough to eat. If there is a kind of food that can keep the people from starving, it would be a true blessing from heaven."

The Queen Mother nodded and said, "Your father is right. Those ministers all flatter us by saying that our dynasty is peaceful and prosperous, but how can there be peace when the people are starving? Your father is a good man, and you are also a good man. I am very happy to meet you."

Mo Chenxi stood up and bowed, "It is a great honor for me to meet the Empress Dowager."

The Queen Mother waved her hand and said, "Sit down and talk. I asked you to come into the palace just to have a normal chat with you. I'm not the Queen Mother now. I'm just an ordinary woman. I've never been in the kitchen and I can't even cook a single dish."

She smiled and said, "I want to cook a dish for my son, but I don't know what to make. How do you make that dumpling soup? Teach me."

Mo Chenxi explained the steps one by one. The Queen Mother said to the nanny standing beside her, "Please write them down. You must remind me when I do it tomorrow."

Mo Chenxi really didn't know why the Queen Mother asked her to enter the palace. Afterwards, they just kept talking about how to cook and how to make snacks.

Before leaving, the empress dowager rewarded her with a set of headgear and some snacks from the palace.

After leaving the palace, Mo Chenxi went straight to her mother's house to look at the headwear with her father. It must be very expensive, so why was she called in?

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