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

Chapter 473 Good-looking

Yang Sanlang quickly tucked him back into the quilt and hurriedly dressed him in a cotton-padded jacket and trousers.

In that short time, Zhao Xiaomi had already dressed herself and even helped Xiao Fu Niu put on her cotton-padded jacket and trousers.

Yang Sanlang saw this and gave the two a thumbs up.

"Xiaomi and Xiaofu are doing great; they can dress themselves now."

Zhao Xiaomi smiled shyly, while Xiao Fu Niu looked smug.

"Mom said that when you grow up, you have to learn to dress yourself. I'm all grown up now, so of course I have to dress myself."

Yang Sanlang nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Little Fu Niu is right. You have to learn to dress yourself.”

Zhao Yan stretched an arm out from under the covers and pinched Yang Sanlang hard on the waist.

"Get dressed and take them out first. I want to sleep a little longer."

That man is such a scoundrel; he bullies her as soon as he gets back.

Yang Sanlang's dark eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately got up and led Xiaomi and her two siblings out of the bedroom.

It just so happened that Xiao Fubao hadn't seen him for a long time, and was very clingy to him, obediently letting him carry her away without fussing.

When they saw Yang Sanlang return at lunchtime, Yuan Yutang and the others asked him about his experiences in the north.

Yang Sanlang answered their questions one by one.

When Yuan Yutang heard that Dou Qingran had sent several people from the Ministry of Agriculture to the north to be in charge of sweet potato cultivation, he praised Dou Qingran highly in his heart.

In the following days, Yang Sanlang stayed at home and played with Zhao Xiaomi and the others.

In the evenings, he would always take Zhao Yan next door for a chat.

Zhao Yan thought he had just returned, so she went along with his wishes.

To be honest, she did think about it.

After doing that for several nights in a row, she got a little tired and annoyed. When Yang Sanlang came to her again, she pushed him away forcefully.

"Don't you get tired of doing that kind of thing too often? Not today, I want to sleep."

She's been spending these past few days with him, going on all sorts of fun, and now she has dark circles under her eyes.

Yang Sanlang naturally didn't find it cloying.

Men, as long as they have a breath left, are particularly obsessed with that kind of thing.

However, seeing that Zhao Yan was indeed resistant, he thought to himself and decided not to insist anymore.

After staying at the farm for another half month, Zhao Yan began to ask people to leave.

"Sanlang, you've been back for almost a month now, haven't you? It's time to go to the north and check on the situation."

Sweet potatoes aren't something you can just plant and leave unattended; you have to weed and prune the vines regularly.

Otherwise, if the sweet potato vines grow wildly, the nutrients will be absorbed, and no sweet potatoes will grow underneath.

Yang Sanlang was reluctant to go back.

He's only been back for less than a month.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Yan urged him again: "Don't stay silent. You should pack your things and go back tomorrow. Sweet potatoes grown in sandy soil are different from those grown in ordinary yellow soil. You have to go back and keep an eye on them."

It wasn't until Zhao Yan urged him a second time that Yang Sanlang reluctantly replied, "Okay, I'll set off tomorrow."

I was very unwilling.

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The next day at breakfast, Chen An heard that Yang Sanlang was going to the north, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Tian Xiu'e caught a glimpse of his expression and guessed what was going on, but she said nothing and focused on eating.

After finishing his meal, Yang Sanlang prepared to leave.

Chen An then became anxious.

He looked at his wife with a conflicted expression.

"Xiu'e, I...I..."

Tian Xiu'e smiled and said directly, "Go if you want to, don't worry about things at home."

She knew Chen An wanted to go to the North.

Let her go. She's not the unreasonable type.

Upon hearing this, Chen An was both surprised and deeply moved.

His daughter Xiu'e is just so understanding.

Zhao Yan and the others had no objection to his going to the North.

Now that the Great Ruan Dynasty is at peace, with Zhao Yan and Yuan Gang guarding the house, there shouldn't be any problems.

Therefore, when Yang Sanlang set off again, he was accompanied by Chen An.

The two rode their horses slowly northward, and it took them half a month to return to the northern barbarian capital.

Once Yang Sanlang arrived at the location, he began to inspect the sweet potatoes.

The officials from the Ministry of Agriculture had already led people to cut off the excess sweet potato vines.

They didn't throw away the sweet potato vines they pinched off, but instead fed them to the pigs, who especially loved eating them.

When Yang Sanlang arrived at the sweet potato field, he randomly picked a spot and began to dig.

Seeing this, Chen An went up and started digging with him.

Before long, the two of them dug a string of plump sweet potatoes out of the sandy soil with their bare hands.

He hasn't grown to his full height yet, but he looks quite good.

Upon seeing this, Chen An exclaimed with delight, "This is great! These sweet potatoes look even better than the ones we get at the farm!"

Yang Sanlang said with a smirk, "It's really good, but I wonder how it tastes?"

After thinking for a moment, he picked up a string of sweet potatoes and started walking back.

"Let's go back and have the cook prepare it. Let's taste it first."

When the two returned to the capital, Dou Huai'an saw him carrying a string of sweet potatoes and exclaimed with delight, "Sanlang, the sweet potatoes have grown?"

"It's not fully grown yet."

Yang Sanlang handed the sweet potato to Dou Huai'an, asking him to examine it carefully.

"But judging from this, the sweet potatoes grown in sandy soil are bigger than those grown in loess soil. I dug one up and brought it back to try it out. Brother Huai'an, you should try some too."

Dou Huai'an immediately clapped his hands and said, "Let's go, let's all go and take a look."

The cook quickly roasted the sweet potatoes as Yang Sanlang had instructed.

"Brother Huai'an, you should try it."

Yang Sanlang handed a sweet potato to Dou Huai'an and Chen An respectively, and then picked up a piece for himself and put it in his mouth.

The roasted sweet potatoes were fragrant and sweet, and Dou Huai'an and Chen An said they were delicious.

Yang Sanlang finished eating a sweet potato, wiped his hands, and said with a smile, "Sweet potatoes grown in sandy soil are sweeter. Brother Huai'an, this sweet potato is a success."

Upon hearing this, Dou Huai'an excitedly exclaimed, "Great! That's wonderful!"

Now we just need to see how much sweet potato yield per acre can be here.

After waiting for almost another month and a half, Yang Sanlang finally decided to dig sweet potatoes.

He drove all the captured barbarian soldiers into the sweet potato field and made them dig sweet potatoes.

It's so much fun when there are lots of people.

In just two days, all the sweet potatoes in the 100-acre field were dug up.

Dou Huai'an enthusiastically had someone weigh the sweet potatoes with a weight.

Yang Sanlang had someone weigh the sweet potatoes from ten mu of land and calculate an average.

“Brother Huai’an, ten mu of sweet potatoes yield a total of 21,000 jin, which is an average of 2,100 jin per mu.”