Li Yun, a rural woman from the 21st century, had a car accident. Her soul transmigrated to the body of a woman in ancient times who shared the same name.
Her home was bare, but she wasn't...
"That's right! We haven't seen sweet potatoes, so how do we know they have a high yield? This is just what Chen Ye's family said."
"That's right. It's not really like what Chen Yan said. It's not that the Chen Ye family is the one who harmed our village."
"I don't know. I don't know who to believe anymore."
After hearing what Chen Yan said, the villagers began to talk about it.
Some people thought that they should trust Chen Ye's family, some thought Chen Yan was right, and some remained neutral, and they suddenly started arguing.
Seeing the villagers like this, Chen Yan felt that there was an 80% chance that they would not be driven out of the village, and he was very happy.
Li Yun looked at the noisy villagers and felt helpless. He couldn't bear to watch it anymore and walked over.
"Stop arguing, or you might fall into my uncle's trap." Li Yun spoke up to stop the villagers from making noise.
"Mr. Chen Ye, you came at the right time. You said sweet potatoes are a high-yield crop. Do you have any evidence?" said a villager.
"There's really no way to prove this. Sweet potatoes take about 200 days to mature, and since they've just been planted, there's no way to prove anything.
What I can guarantee to you is that as long as the sweet potatoes grow normally, the yield can reach at least 1,000 kilograms per acre.
I can guarantee this number, and we’ll know in five or six months,” Li Yun told the villagers of Qingshan Village.
"Can you really guarantee a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu?" the patriarch asked excitedly.
"As long as the normal growth of sweet potatoes is not damaged, I can guarantee a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu.
If not, I will donate 100 taels to the village authorities, and if I find out anyone has damaged sweet potatoes, I will put them in jail for life,” Li Yun said to the villagers of Qingshan Village.
"Mr. Chen Ye, don't worry. Starting tomorrow, I will arrange people to keep watch and protect the crops you planted." When the patriarch heard that Li Yun could guarantee a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu, he immediately made a decision.
"There's no need for that. With the Magistrate of Ma County, Mr. Ma, I believe no one will do such a thing again." Li Yun said.
“Okay, I’ll listen to you.
Chen Yan, do you have anything else to say?" The clan leader glared at Chen Yan. This troublemaker had almost let him succeed.