In this life, she returned to her biological mother's side. Her mother knew a great deal and would tell her stories.

When telling a story, the author will cite classical texts to explain it clearly.

In her past life, Tianbao was most afraid of her teacher's lectures, but unexpectedly, in this life, she loves listening to Zhenwanwan's lectures the most.

Zhen Wanwan first read a passage from the Tao Te Ching to them, and then had the two children repeat it.

As always, the baby was flawless, except that the sweet baby missed a few words.

Zhen Wanwan lamented that she was neither as good as the elderly nor as good as the young, wondering when this would end.

Before she could even process her sour feelings, Yue came in.

"Madam Zhen, Master is back!"

Zhen Wanwan hurriedly put down her book and prepared to get up to greet him.

Unexpectedly, the two bumped into each other at the door.

"Husband! Why are you here so quickly today?"

Zhu Yuan raised an eyebrow, looking at Zhen Wanwan with a half-smile.

"I saw you a little too quickly..."

Zhen Wanwan received his dangerous signal and her cheeks flushed.

She lightly punched Zhu Yuan, glared at him, and said, "You old lecher, come in here quickly, I have something to tell you!"

Zhu Yuan followed Zhen Wanwan back into the house, and the two little ones obediently called him "Dad."

Then the two of them watched longingly as their mother and father cuddled together.

However, things didn't go as they wished today. Zhen Wanwan simply pulled him to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"My husband! There's something I might need your help with!"

Zhu Yuan paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Does Madam want to talk about sweet potatoes?"

Zhen Wanwan was taken aback, nodded, and then asked in confusion, "How did you know, husband?"

She suddenly had a bad feeling: was Zhu Yuan sending someone to spy on her?

However, this concern soon disappeared. Even if it was surveillance, it was probably just to better protect her and her child.

Furthermore, it's possible that he told his servants.

"My husband guessed right! Many tenant farmers came to see me today because of the bumper sweet potato harvest!"

"I want you to publicize this matter extensively, ideally to the point that everyone in Anqing Prefecture knows about it! Of course, the publicity can be even more exaggerated!"

How can people be curious if they don't praise others? How can they have a sense of curiosity?

As long as she can attract their attention and curiosity, Zhen Wanwan is very confident that it won't be long before they come to her door asking for the seeds.

That was when she could negotiate her terms!

Zhu Yuan hummed in agreement, then said, "I understand all your concerns, Madam, but I have a better suggestion!"

Zhen Wanwan was slightly taken aback, and habitually asked, "What suggestion?"

She looked at Zhu Yuan curiously, trying to read something from his micro-expressions.

Unfortunately, this person has the same expression all year round.

"The yield of sweet potatoes is unprecedented. If we limit the publicity to Anqing Prefecture, the effect will not be very obvious."

"My suggestion is to launch a large-scale propaganda campaign throughout all of China's territory to capture the hearts and minds of the people and break down the enemy's psychological defenses."

A flash of surprise crossed Zhen Wanwan's eyes, and she said with a smile, "Does my husband want to drain their population? If they don't have people, they probably won't be able to succeed, but we won the hearts of the people without firing a single shot!"

Zhu Yuan raised an eyebrow but did not answer.

In his mind, he naturally wanted to keep those people afloat by providing them with food. Then, he would only need to send someone to stir up trouble and watch them fall into internal strife.

Then he could sit back and watch the tigers fight, reaping the benefits without lifting a finger.

As for the common people... then we will do as the lady says.

The news of their conversation had spread throughout Guangling County in the days that followed.

Following the sound of the wind, someone found Meizi Village.

No one knew the true owner of the sweet potatoes; they could only glean the information from the villagers of Meizi Village about the current village chief, Zhen Fugui.

Zhen Fugui stood at the village entrance, surrounded by various unfamiliar village chiefs and clan leaders.

He rubbed his temples. Why did these people talk so much?

It was so noisy it made his head buzz.

"Brother Zhen, do you remember me? We bumped into each other on our way to the market the other day and even exchanged a few words!"

"Brother Zhen! I'm from the village next to yours. I'm of the same generation as your father. How is your father's health?"

"I am...blah blah blah..."

People around him were trying to curry favor, but their real purpose was something else entirely.

Just as Zhen Fugui was about to lose patience, someone said something.

"I heard that your village grows sweet potatoes! They're sweet and soft, and can be eaten as a staple food. Is that true?"

"Yeah! Boss Zhen, I heard that the yield of these sweet potatoes reached 10,000 tons?"

“Brother Zhen, we were relatives eight hundred years ago. You can’t get rich and then abandon us poor relatives to live or die!”

Zhen Fugui raised her eyebrows and looked at the family that claimed to be her relatives. How shameless could that person be!

How could he have the nerve to say such a thing?

The man felt uncomfortable under Zhen Fugui's gaze, but he swallowed his pride in the face of the food.

"We don't ask for anything else, we just want you to help us get introduced to a landlord, and we'll all be willing to work for you! Besides, we've been farming for decades, we know exactly how to tend to crops..."

Zhen Fugui patiently listened to them finish speaking before saying, "The rumors you heard are indeed true, but the yield of sweet potatoes per mu is not as exaggerated as some people think, but it's roughly the same."

"Anyway, the sweet potatoes my family planted in the first half of the year are more than enough for the whole family to eat for more than a year. And these sweet potatoes are not only harvested once a year, but twice a year!"

"We've already planted the second crop of sweet potatoes in our fields, and we expect to get the same yield in late autumn!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, their eyes practically popping with shock.

What did they just hear?! He said that sweet potatoes are harvested twice a year, and the yield is still tens of thousands of tons!

There was a brief moment of silence before things escalated into a more radical situation.

"Brother Zhen, from now on we are brothers, like blood brothers. How about you take me with you to grow sweet potatoes?"

"Me too! I want to plant them too!"

This scene was not unique to Meizi Village; similar phenomena also occurred at the Guangling County government office.

The county magistrate issued a new notice confirming the accuracy of the sweet potato yield.

It even goes down to the specifics of a mu (unit of land area) and a few jin (unit of weight).

People crowded around the county government office, eager to know as soon as possible about the sweet potato seeds.

However, a day or two passed, and even people from the neighboring county came, but the county government still did not provide any explanation.

Some clever people had already secretly spent money to move their entire families to Guangling County.

The sweet potatoes certified by the government will definitely be promoted vigorously in the future, and the first to benefit will naturally be the people of this county.

Therefore, many businessmen understand this principle and bring their families, or even their relatives, to settle in Guangling County.

"It's out! The notice has been posted!"