To get rich quickly, you need to be simple and rough

As July arrived, there was finally hope. The Li family's crops were growing well and were much taller than other people's crops.

Today, we had pork dumplings for lunch. We added the minced pork filling to the juicy, freshly cut chives from the yard. Xu Huizhen added the thirteen spices and chicken essence she had smuggled from the interstellar space to the filling. Ten pounds of pork and twenty pounds of chives were used. More people at home means faster work. In less than an hour, the dumplings were ready.

The Li family's kitchen now uses the same large iron pot used for making tofu. This pot can cook hundreds of dumplings. When the dumplings are cooked, a large bowl is served to the host family on the table, and the remaining ones are cooked and sent to the people working in the fields.

Yang took a bite of the plump white dumpling and said, "Huizhen, your filling is so bright and fresh. The dumplings taste really good. But those Silla servants insist on eating spicy cabbage dumplings. Don't you think these good leek and pork dumplings are delicious? I don't understand why they insist on eating pickles. They are not afraid of turning into swallow-feather tigers if they eat pickles every day."

Xu Huizhen almost spit out a mouthful of material: "My mother and her family eat this every day. Even Wang's family always has a table full of pickles when he eats. He eats so much that his beard is unshaven and hairy."

Yang: Oh dear, this Wang has had a miserable life. He's so pitiful, he's never had anything good to eat. But you should keep an eye on them and give them some extra oil these next couple of days. How can they have the energy to work if they eat pickles every day?

Let them eat well these days, and when they have free time in winter, they can eat pickles as much as they want. Our wheat is about to be harvested, so we will plant a few more acres of cabbage so that they can eat as much as they want. That stuff is worthless, and if there is too much and we can't sell it, we can only raise pigs.

Li Wenting: "This is our first year of farming. Everything is a bit hectic. We will buy a few more people next year so that you and my father won't have to go to the fields all the time. Yujin and Yuze also need to calm down and study hard."

Li Yujin, why was I the only one who achieved the world of being hurt? The good news is that I don't have to farm anymore, but the bad news is that I have to study eight-legged essays again.

By the end of the month, the fields were bustling with activity. The wheat ears were bent under the weight of their weight, and the wheat waves were rolling. God was very kind this year, and there was not a single cloud in the sky.

Li Wenting opened the wheat ear and took a bite of the grain. When it was fully ripe, he started shouting, "Start harvesting!"

By this time, everyone in the family who could move had come to the fields to harvest the wheat. The whole family worked together for three days to bring the wheat home. In the drying yard, mules, donkeys, and cows were busy, pulling rollers to thresh the wheat.

Li Wenting looked at the yield and found that one acre of land yielded 5 dan of wheat, which was a top-notch yield in that era.

Yang was stunned. This was a sign from heaven. Who could have harvested so much wheat? Two hundred thousand kilograms of grain! What a huge pile of wheat!

The Li family also had a bumper harvest of rice and other grains this year, with the rice yield reaching six dan per mu. The grain storage in the Li family yard was insufficient, so the family quickly bought a lot of reed mats and made more than a dozen grain storages.

The news of the Li family's high grain yield alarmed the garrison commander Hou Qian, who dared not neglect it. After investigating the Li family's grain production, he hurriedly reported it. Yushu Town had produced high-yield and high-quality seeds.

The Li family paid 10,000 jin of tax on grain, and the rest was bought by Wei at a high price of 8 coins per dan, which was sold for 2200 taels of silver.

Looking at the empty granary, Yang felt incredibly distressed. She had worked hard for a year to gather so much grain. She had even planned to open a distillery and trade wine with the Tartars, Rakshasas, and Silla for local specialties to make a fortune. But now, all that was ruined.

There was only a pile of grain left at home. Xu Huizhen hurriedly took out a hundred taels of silver and sent the servant out to collect two hundred dan of grain. Her mother-in-law's small stove still had to be opened. The lees left over from brewing wine could be used to feed pigs. Wine was a hard currency in Nurgan and sold very well.

Liquor can be exchanged with Tartars for horses, cattle, sheep, pearls, and skins, and with Silla people for ginseng. This is a very profitable business.

When the former Fourth Prince received the memorial from Nurgan, he was quite excited. They all claimed that he had come to power illegitimately. He knew that the civil service group was secretly insinuating themselves against him all the time, but he couldn't just kill all those bastards, otherwise there would be no one to work. Nurgan's memorial was like timely rain, and the output of six stones was incredible. Isn't this an auspicious sign from heaven? This is the benevolent policy of his succession to the throne.

As a result, the commander of Nurgan was commended by the emperor, the captain who discovered good seeds was promoted to a higher rank, and the six members of the farming family of Li Wenting were pardoned by the emperor, allowing them to cultivate good seeds for the empire in Nurgan.

When Yang Li Boyan heard the imperial edict, he set off a string of firecrackers to celebrate. From now on, his family could hold their heads up high and completely get rid of the negative influence brought by Li Xiaoru.

In the future, they should farm well. Li Wenting should strive to make meritorious deeds and cultivate good seeds. Li Yujin and Li Yuze can take part in the imperial examinations. These good days are not far away. Isn't it more and more hopeful?

The small Shaoxing business run by Yang and Xu Huizhen was booming. Their Shaoxing pots, made with genuine ingredients, were famous far and wide, and they earned more money every year than from farming.

Li Wenting was not idle either. He actually found a breakthrough. He used human feces, animal feces, poultry feces, sesame cakes, bean cakes, black beans, animal carcasses and internal organs, hair and blood, etc., plus inorganic fertilizers such as alum, arsenic and sulfur. After mixing, he placed them in a pit and sealed it, or placed them in a jar and sealed it and buried it underground. After they were fully decomposed, they were dried and crushed to use as fertilizer.

Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good, increasing grain production by one stone per acre.

The guards reported the matter to the higher authorities step by step, and the emperor was very pleased and restored Li Wenting's reputation.

Upon receiving the imperial edict, Yang Li Boyan wept to the ground, his hands and feet trembling as he went to burn incense to his ancestors. Heaven has eyes. His family has never done anything wrong. God still understands and cares for people. Isn't this a complete turnaround?

Xu Huizhen led the cook to prepare several large tables of food, and the whole family celebrated together.

When the neighbors saw the Li family holding a banquet, they also brought snacks and fine cloths to sit at the table. The Li family was about to make a comeback, so it was time to build good relationships.

The Li family members who were exiled together also came over to congratulate them. These people in the clan have suffered a lot in the past few years. It is really impossible to farm the fields with just one person. After three years of hard work, they are so tired that they look like they have aged ten years.

Yang was happily gossiping and eating with a group of older sisters-in-law. Then, her cousin's daughter-in-law, a gossiper, said, "Have you heard? Zhang has sent her granddaughter to be a concubine to the commander's son's concubine!"

Yang's eyes lit up when she heard this, and the fire of gossip burned fiercely: "Tell me what happened. Did Zhang really do such a shameful thing?

Why would I lie to you, my cousin's daughter-in-law? When has Mrs. Zhang ever had any shame? An eighteen-year-old girl married a forty-something old man like you. Only someone as shameless as Mrs. Zhang could do that. This is like pushing a child into a pit of fire. The commander's son is not a good person. I saw that girl, Yalan, come home yesterday. There's not a single good spot on her arm; it's all purple marks from being twisted.