Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

Chapter 470 Firmly Disagree

No one but Yang Sanlang could be the perfect candidate.

Yang Sanlang's martial prowess surpasses that of him and Dou Huai'an. With him stationed in the barbarian capital, those barbarians would likely not dare to cause trouble easily.

Having devised a plan, he immediately wrote a letter, and then ordered someone to draft an imperial edict, which he sent to the north along with the letter.

A few days later, Yang Sanlang and the others finally received a reply from the capital.

After reading the contents of the letter and receiving the imperial edict, Yang Sanlang was utterly speechless.

He should have told Dou Qingran in advance that he would come to the North.

In the imperial edict, Dou Qingran appointed him as the new governor of Beidi, giving him control over the northern region, including the lands inhabited by barbarians.

This means that he now governs both the barbarian region and Bingzhou, making him the boss of this area.

Although it sounded great, Yang Sanlang didn't actually want to take on this job.

His daughter Yan'er is going back to the farm. Does that mean he and Yan'er will be separated forever?

No, no.

He firmly disagreed.

Before Dou Huai'an and the others could offer their congratulations, he shoved the imperial edict into Dou Huai'an's arms and said to him in a very fast tone, "Brother Dou, the Emperor is confused. I told him before I came that I was only responsible for helping to eliminate the barbarians, not for the aftermath. So I don't recognize the contents of this edict. You're the one who has to take charge of the northern region."

He doesn't care, he refuses to acknowledge this, he still has to go back to the farm with his Yan'er.

Dou Huai'an looked at the imperial edict in his hand, unsure of what to say.

Zhang Liang and Yu Hao stood to the side, both looking unsure of what to say.

At this moment, Zhao Yan said to Dou Huai'an, "Brother Huai'an, Sanlang is all brawn and no brains. He is really not suitable to be the governor of Bingzhou. You should be the governor. Keep the imperial edict for now. Have Sanlang deliver this letter to the emperor later. The emperor will understand after reading it."

Dou Huai'an hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Sister-in-law, this...this won't do."

"What's wrong with that?"

Zhao Yan said nonchalantly, "Brother Huai'an has been in the North for so many years and has dealt with the barbarians all the time. He is probably the most familiar with them. You are the most suitable person to be the governor of Bingzhou."

"Neither Sanlang nor I are the kind of people who like to use our brains. We prefer a carefree life, so this time we really can't agree to the Emperor's request."

She could ask them for help, but asking them to stay in the North and become governors was a different story. She had no interest in being a governor's wife.

Life on the farm is still the best.

Every day, besides eating and sleeping, I spend my time playing with and taking the kids out.

Very beautiful.

Seeing that his wife had made her point so clearly, Yang Sanlang said to Dou Huai'an with a firm and unwavering attitude, "Alright, Brother Dou, this matter is settled. I will go and write a letter to the Emperor now. I believe he will rescind his order after reading the letter."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and went out to find a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

When Dou Qingran, who was far away in the capital, finished reading Yang Sanlang's reply, he felt great regret, but he did not want to make things difficult for his good brother. So he had no choice but to write back to them, along with an imperial edict appointing Dou Huai'an as the governor of Bingzhou.

Yang Sanlang and Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief upon learning of this.

Realizing they had wasted a lot of time here, it was time to return to the farm, so he asked his wife, "Yan'er, when are we going back?"

Zhao Yan glanced over and said casually, "You mean go back to the farm? You can't go back for now; you have to stay here."

If anyone should go back, it should be her first.

Yang Sanlang was completely dumbfounded upon hearing this.

"Yan'er, what do you mean by that? Why...why can't I go back?"

Does his daughter Yan'er really intend to abandon him?

Zhao Yan smiled and explained to Yang Sanlang, "Don't overthink it. What I mean is, you have to stay here and try planting sweet potatoes. You can go back after the sweet potatoes have grown successfully."

"how about you?"

Yang Sanlang asked with an expectant look on his face.

We can't just leave him here alone, can we?

He doesn't want to think about it anymore.

That will take several more months.

Zhao Yan glanced at her casually.

"Me? Of course I'll go back to the farm first. Don't forget, there are three little ones at home."

We can't just leave Xiao Fu Niu and the others to Sister Tian and the others, can we?

If she leaves for too long, Xiao Fu Niu and the others will get worried.

Upon hearing this, Yang Sanlang's face immediately turned bitter.

"……Oh."

What could he say?

I had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

When Dou Huai'an heard that Yang Sanlang was going to stay in the north to try planting sweet potatoes, he was shocked but also very happy.

Yu Hao also mentioned that Zhao Yan and her group were the first to grow sweet potatoes. Later, they brought the sweet potatoes to the capital and presented them to the emperor. When the emperor heard that the sweet potatoes had a very high yield, he immediately decided to promote the cultivation of sweet potatoes.

Moreover, sweet potatoes have already become popular among the people of the capital and are spreading to other prefectures and counties outside the capital.

After hearing this, Dou Huai'an didn't know how to react.

Looking at the sweet potato that Yang Sanlang had taken out from somewhere, he said excitedly, "Okay, Sanlang, just try it. If you need anything, just tell me and I'll help you."

Is it really true that sweet potatoes can yield one or two thousand catties per mu? Why doesn't he believe it?

Yang Sanlang's dark eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded with a smile, "Yes, I'll do my best."

His daughter Yan'er also said that the sweet potato yield depends on the climate.

Winters are cold and long in the north, so only one crop of sweet potatoes can be grown each year.

As for whether she could successfully grow sweet potatoes on her first try, Yan'er wasn't sure.

Therefore, he had to be extremely careful and try to succeed on the first try, otherwise he would have to suffer in the North until the following year.

Zhao Yan left Yang Sanlang with plenty of sweet potatoes before preparing to return.

She had originally planned to leave some potatoes for Yang Sanlang so that he could try planting them, but considering that potatoes couldn't be planted on a large scale yet, she only left sweet potatoes for him.

She didn't care what excuse Yang Sanlang would come up with.

After breakfast that day, she bid farewell to Dou Huai'an and the others and left.

Yang Sanlang followed her closely, reluctant to part, and escorted her all the way to Tucheng. He was still unwilling to go back.

I really want to go back to the farm with Yan'er.

Seeing that he was dawdling and wouldn't leave, a smile involuntarily flashed across Zhao Yan's eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you reluctant to part with me?"

With deep affection in his eyes, Yang Sanlang stepped forward and pulled Zhao Yan into his arms. He pressed his strong chin against Zhao Yan's ear and whispered, "Yan'er, wait for me. I'll try my best to succeed on the first try."

Zhao Yan's heart softened, and she reached out to hug the man's strong waist.

"Yes, just do your best. If you really miss us, then come back."