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

Dou Qingran was naturally relieved.

"Yeah, I'm relieved."

After talking with Zhao Yan and the others for a while, and then meeting with Yuan He, Su Yanzhi and others, Dou Qingran had lunch with everyone. She did not stay overnight at the farm, but left with her people that very night.

With six more nannies suddenly appearing, Dou Xingyan didn't want to trouble Zhao Yan any further. After discussing it with Shen Yu, she returned to her own house that very night.

Anyway, they don't live far apart, so they can still talk and play together during the day.

A few months later, the second batch of sweet potatoes ripened.

Yang Sanlang and Zhao Yan first went to the back mountain to dig up sweet potatoes that grew in the sandy soil.

Yang Sanlang dug out a bunch and found that the sweet potatoes underneath were indeed larger than those grown in ordinary loess soil.

Zhao Yan took it and tossed it in her hand a couple of times, then couldn't help but say, "It's quite big, but I wonder how it tastes?"

"I'll bake a few for you to try right now."

After Yang Sanlang finished speaking, he immediately went to find firewood. When the firewood and dry grass were almost burned out, he threw a string of sweet potatoes into the fire and covered the exposed sweet potatoes with the still warm ashes.

Feeling that it was about time, Yang Sanlang started digging the sweet potatoes out of the fire again.

A sweet aroma immediately filled the air.

Before even tasting it, Zhao Yan said with a smile, "Just by smelling this, I know the sweet potato will definitely taste good."

Yang Sanlang peeled off most of the charred skin from the sweet potato, wrapped the rest in leaves, and handed it to Zhao Yan.

"Try it first."

"Ah."

Zhao Yan took the sweet potato from the man's hand and began to eat it slowly.

After taking just one bite, she squinted her eyes and said, "Not bad, this sweet potato is sweeter and more fragrant than the ones we grew before."

Moreover, they are all natural and pollution-free, and Zhao Yan said that she could eat five of them in one go.

Yang Sanlang then peeled a sweet potato and ate it before saying to Zhao Yan, "Although it can't compare to the ones grown in the north, it is indeed much sweeter than before."

"Yeah, indeed."

After slowly finishing a sweet potato, Zhao Yan began digging out the rest with Yang Sanlang.

They planted only two acres of sweet potatoes here. Before long, they dug them all up and laid them out to dry on the sandy soil.

After resting for a while, Yang Sanlang started filling sacks with sweet potatoes, while Zhao Yan really didn't want to move and lay down on a deck chair under a tree for a nap.

Yang Sanlang soon gathered the sweet potatoes from the two plots of land and carried them into the carriage.

"Yan'er, the sweet potatoes are all packed up. Let's go back now."

Zhao Yan was shaken awake by the man, and with her eyes still half-closed, she softly hummed in response.

Seeing her flushed face, Yang Sanlang couldn't help but bend down and move a little closer to her.

The air was immediately filled with the stench of a man's sweat. Zhao Yan suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and quickly got up from the recliner to avoid Yang Sanlang's approach.

She suppressed the discomfort in her chest, frowned, and said to Yang Sanlang, "You smell terrible, go back and wash up."

After saying that, she casually picked up the recliner at her feet and threw it into her spatial storage cabinet, then walked towards the carriage.

Yang Sanlang stood there looking puzzled, and even raised his arm and sniffed it hard.

"It doesn't smell like anything? Isn't Yan'er exaggerating?"

Although he was puzzled, he didn't dare to get too close to Zhao Yan and obediently led the carriage down the mountain.

After seeing the sweet potatoes and hearing Zhao Yan say that sweet potatoes grown in sandy soil are even sweeter, Yuan Yutang and the others unanimously decided to plant more sweet potatoes grown in sandy soil on the back mountain next year.

In the following days, Yang Sanlang and Chen An were busy digging sweet potatoes in the ordinary yellow soil.

After Zhao Yan and the others brought the sweet potatoes from their several acres of land back home, they and Yang Sanlang pulled a cart full of sweet potatoes to Shen Yu's restaurant in Shitou Town.

Shen Yu warmly received them.

After everyone settled down in the study in the backyard, Zhao Yan explained her purpose.

"Brother Shen, I've grown the sandy soil sweet potatoes you wanted. I just told the kitchen to make a dish with them. You can try it when they're done."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yu was overjoyed.

"That's really nice."

He had tasted the sweet potatoes that Yang Sanlang brought back from the north, so he naturally knew what sweet potatoes from sandy soil tasted like.

Not long after, a waiter brought a plate of food into the study.

Shen Yu told him to leave his things behind and waved for him to leave.

Zhao Yan glanced at the sweet potato balls on the plate, smiled, and raised her hand to Shen Yu.

"Brother Shen, why don't you try it first and see how it tastes? How is it different from the sweet potatoes you've eaten from sandy soil?"

"Okay, I'll try it first."

Shen Yu nodded, and indeed picked up the serving chopsticks, took a sweet potato ball, and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.

"How is it?" Yang Sanlang asked from the side.

Shen Yu's brows relaxed, and he said with satisfaction, "It tastes very good. Brother Yang, Sister Zhao, you should try it too."

"it is good."

Zhao Yan and Yang Sanlang exchanged a glance, then picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

"It's really good." Zhao Yan nodded and said, "Fried sweet potato balls are even tastier than roasted sweet potatoes."

Yang Sanlang added, "Yes, although it's the same thing, the two dishes are prepared differently and taste different."

Seeing that they all thought it tasted delicious, Shen Yu immediately decided that he would order several thousand sweet potatoes from the sandy soil in advance.

"Sister Zhao, Brother Yang, how many sweet potatoes do you have in the sandy soil right now? I'll take them all."

Zhao Yan replied with a smile, "This year is just a trial planting, so the yield is not high, only a few hundred catties. If you want them, I'll save them for you. Next spring, we plan to plant sweet potatoes in sandy soil on a large scale, and then we can save several thousand catties for you."

"Several hundred kilograms is enough."

With these sweet potatoes, Shen Yu was already very content.

Sweet potatoes were not commonly eaten to begin with, and since they had become widespread in ordinary households during the Dà Nguyễn Dynasty, no matter how much the cooks modified them, they could not change the fact that they were sweet.

Therefore, sweet potatoes can only be used as an accompaniment, not as a main dish.

Seeing that he agreed, Zhao Yan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll have Sanlang bring it to you tomorrow."

Shen Yu immediately cupped his hands in greeting to the two of them.

"Yes, thank you, Sister Zhao and Brother Yang."

Then he brought up the potato thing.

"Sister Zhao, we're almost out of potatoes in town and in the capital. Do you have any left?"

After a moment's thought, Zhao Yan said, "Yes, we do have some, but not much. We only have about one or two thousand catties in stock. How much do you want?"

Without hesitation, Shen Yu replied, "Of course, the more the better."

One or two thousand catties would only be enough to keep his restaurant afloat until the New Year.

Without potatoes, I wonder if the restaurant's business will be affected?

You should know that most of the customers who come to the restaurant are there specifically for the potatoes.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan quickly exchanged a glance with Yang Sanlang.

Zhao Yan: What should we do? Judging from Shen Yu's tone, he wants a large quantity. Should we try to conjure up some more for him?

Yang Sanlang blinked: It's up to you. You have to figure out a way to smooth things over.