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"Hey, thank you so much~~"

The old man forced a slightly shy smile on his face and reached out to take the cigarette box.

At this moment, the old man's eyes inadvertently swept across the face of the young man in front of him, and suddenly, a feeling of déjà vu came to his heart.

"Little brother, have we met somewhere before?" The old man hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Zhang Ye was slightly startled, then he smiled brightly, hearty and heroically: "Haha, no way, uncle, you are joking! People like me are everywhere on the street. I look ordinary and I can't be found in a crowd. How can you think I look familiar?"

After saying that, he unceremoniously picked up the bowl of steaming corn porridge in front of him, tilted his head back and gulped down half of the bowl.

After putting down the bowl, he casually wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and continued jokingly: "I just have an ordinary face. I guess no one would even bother to look at me if I walked down the street!"

"Hahaha..." The old man couldn't help but chuckle after hearing Zhang Ye's self-deprecating words. "Don't worry about your face. As long as I can live a prosperous and peaceful life, that's better than anything else!"

After saying this, the old man no longer dwelled on the question of whether he had ever met Zhang Ye, but carefully took out a cigarette from the cigarette box.

He first placed the cigarette gently under the tip of his nose, closed his eyes and took a deep sniff of the unique aroma of the tobacco, as if he was enjoying the wonderful taste of the moment.

Then he slowly took out the matches and lit one of them very carefully.

With a slight "hiss" sound, the flame jumped out instantly, illuminating the old man's weather-beaten face.

"Uncle, have you received this year's seeds and fertilizers?"

During the meal, Zhang Ye asked casually.

At this time, the wheat has already been harvested, and the planting of the next season of crops is about to begin, so it is crucial to be able to obtain seeds and fertilizers smoothly.

After all, next season's harvest is related to the livelihood of the people in the three provinces of East Lu!

If the yield per mu can reach an astonishing 1,000 kilograms, not only will the people be able to live a more affluent life, but the local government will also be able to greatly reduce its pressure and no longer have to worry and be depressed about the insufficient winter food supply as in the past.

Hearing Zhang Ye's question, the old man smiled naively and quickly replied, "I got it! The government is so kind to us! They delivered corn, beans, and sorghum seeds door to door."

At this point, the old man frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing across his face, and then he continued, "It's just that this thing called fertilizer, I've never seen it before, and I'm not quite sure what it's used for. I heard the staff sent by the government say that spreading this stuff on the fields can make crops grow better and increase yields. But whether this is true or not, I'm still worried."

Seeing this, Zhang Ye put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, picked up a juicy scallion, took a bite, and started chewing it with a "crunching" sound.

As he chewed with gusto, he confidently explained to the old man, "Don't worry, uncle! This fertilizer is definitely effective! The government has distributed it to everyone, which means it's been tested and verified. As long as you use it according to the instructions, I guarantee that this year's yield will more than double!"

"That would be great! If we can really harvest 500 to 600 kilograms of grain, our winter will be much better!"

The old man held a cigarette in his mouth and laughed happily, but there was a hint of doubt in his smile.

He has been farming all his life and has experienced all kinds of harvests, but he has never heard of any family harvesting so much grain from one acre of land.

Especially when he heard Zhang Ye mention the thing called fertilizer, the old man began to wonder in his heart, does this thing really have such a great effect?

You know, from ancient times to the present, there have been many cases of people starving to death due to food shortages in every dynasty!

If this fertilizer really has such magical effects, why hasn't anyone discovered it before?

Could it be that those ancient people were blind?

The old man puffed on his cigarette while thinking to himself, and he was always skeptical about what Zhang Ye said.

"Don't worry, everything has to be done step by step, and things will get better slowly."

Zhang Ye slowly stood up, gently wrapped up the half-eaten pancake, and carefully put it into the briefcase he was carrying.

After finishing all this, he smiled and waved to the old man, saying, "Uncle, I'm leaving now! The pancakes you make are so delicious. I'll definitely come back if I have the chance. You should also take care of your health. See you next time!"

"Okay, take care, young man! Come back often when you have time!"

The old man had a simple smile on his face. While responding to Zhang Ye, he slowly stood up from the stool.

Because of his old age, he seemed a little struggling to stand up. After standing firmly, the old man turned and walked towards where the dishes were placed, ready to start cleaning the table.

At this moment, the old man suddenly caught sight of a shiny silver dollar on the table!

He was stunned at first, then realized that this must be the meal money left by the young man just now.

"Oh, why is this kid so polite..." the old man muttered, reached out and picked up the dollar and held it tightly in his hand.

His eyes unconsciously followed the direction Zhang Ye left, only to see that the figure had turned the corner and disappeared.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The old man couldn't help smacking his lips, secretly sighing in his heart that this young man was not only polite and grateful, but also so generous.

You know, for a poor man like him who makes a living by selling pancakes, one dollar in cash is not a small sum of money!

But then again, this young man did look a little familiar, but no matter how hard the old man racked his brains to recall, he still couldn't remember where he had seen him before.