Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

As the voice rang out, a man who looked to be over fifty years old walked over.

Feng Xuanyi spoke softly beside Lü Qingyou, saying that this was the prefect.

Upon hearing that it was the prefect, Lü Qingyou sized him up. The prefect was quite old, but his eyes were clear and he didn't seem like the cunning type.

"you are?"

Hua Yan frowned as she looked at him.

“I am the prefect of Yangzhou. The Lü family just told me that I have already written a memorial to the Emperor.”

Lord Song looked at Hua Yan with neither arrogance nor servility.

"Then...that's fine."

As she said this, Hua Yan frowned and looked at Lü Qingyou.

"I just asked you why you said these were food."

What a despicable woman! She actually tried to trip her up. How could someone like her be worthy of Feng Xuan Yi?

"Why is the princess asking me these questions? I said it's for my own consumption... After all, these things were brought back to me by my second brother. Although I discovered that these are good crops and kept them for seeds, the rest are going to be eaten by me anyway."

Lu Qingyou looked at her with a puzzled expression, not thinking that she had done anything wrong.

"It seems I misunderstood you!"

Hua Yan snorted coldly, regretting not bringing Hua Mei with her today.

I wouldn't stoop to doing something like that, but drawing eyebrows...

Lü Qingyou, right? You're something else!

"Humph!"

Hua Yan snorted coldly again, then turned and left.

After she left, the atmosphere improved significantly.

"Master Song!"

Feng Xuanyi walked up to the prefect and bowed.

Lü Qingyou also bowed.

"No need for formalities, you two are truly a perfect match!"

Lord Song stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

He was very happy. This was a great thing. He had reported it, and it would greatly help his political achievements.

I thought my life would just be like this, but now it seems that's not the case.

"You flatter me, sir!"

Feng Xuanyi defered.

"These are the foods?"

Lord Song walked several more steps forward and watched as the tenant farmers dug these things out of the soil and picked off the ears of corn one by one.

There were piles of things on the ground, which looked very pleasing.

If everyone planted these, wouldn't people not starve to death when disaster strikes again?

"Yes!"

Lu Zhiting answered.

"When I heard you say that, your sister asked you to do all of this."

When Lord Song asked this question, his eyes also turned to Lü Qingyou.

"It's my sister."

Lu Zhiting nodded and bowed.

"How did you come up with the idea?"

Lord Song looked at Lü Qingyou with a kind expression and then asked a question.

"Don't laugh at me, I just like to cook food. My brother often goes out, and I always ask him to bring me food... I brought these things back for my own consumption, but I never expected that the survival rate would be so high and the yield would be so amazing."

Lu Qingyou said this with a hint of embarrassment.

"So that's how it is! Hahaha... It really was an unexpected stroke of luck."

People are in high spirits when they have good news, and for Lord Song, this was indeed a very happy event.

"The adults and brothers should go to the riverbank to have a good talk about this matter. They can stay here for dinner tonight and have some sweet potatoes and potatoes."