Han Yiyi gestured to the maid following behind her to place the gift box on the table.

Looking at the expensive wooden gift box on the table, Zhen Wanwan looked at Han Yiyi with a puzzled expression.

"What's this?"

Han Yiyi smiled but didn't reply. Instead, she opened the window and turned it towards Zhen Wanwan so that she could see it more clearly.

"Actually, I should have come to thank you earlier, but Xingzhu was born not long ago and then fell ill and almost didn't survive. Her family was worried about her and wouldn't let me bring her along."

"The child is now able to run and jump around thanks to the medicine my cousin gave me. I want to thank my cousin here!"

As she spoke, Han Yiyi lifted her skirt and was about to kneel down and kowtow to Zhen Wanwan.

They were cousins, and she was older than Zhenwan, so she shouldn't have knelt down to thank them.

But I cannot forget to repay the life-saving grace!

Regardless of whether there will be a chance to repay them in the future, we should at least show this attitude.

Zhen Wanwan was startled by her actions.

She quickly lifted her up, and fortunately, in this era, women were still valued for their lightness and agility, so Zhen Wanwan easily pulled her up.

“We’re all family, why be so formal? Besides, Xingzhu is my niece. Now that I have the medicine, how can I just leave her to fend for herself?”

Zhen Wanwan looked at Han Yiyi with some displeasure, but there was no blame in her eyes.

Han Yiyi wiped her eyes. She still remembered Xing Zhuer, who was so small, lying in bed and being pronounced dead by countless doctors.

Only a mother who has experienced it firsthand can understand the helplessness she felt at that time.

Zhen Wanwan was unaware of the reason, because shortly after they arrived in Guangling County, Zhen Xiaozhi trusted them to the point of sharing everything.

All she knew were the idle gossips and whispers of Old Lady Li during casual conversations.

At that time, she thought that since they were newcomers and had relatives there, it would be good to maintain good relationships with them.

After all, no one can guarantee that they won't need help from others in the future.

The two sat and chatted for a while, talking about everything from children to clothing fabrics, and then from the stories written by pedantic scholars to explosive gossip.

After the two cousins ​​had a deep conversation, their relationship deepened.

When Old Lady Li sent someone to call her, Zhen Wanwan finally took Han Yiyi and her daughter to Meizi Village.

As for Aunt Qu and Zhen Xiaozhi, they went to Meizi Village early on, while Qu Huaiyuan and Han Lide went to the county together.

Now, only Han Yiyi and her child are waiting for Zhen Wanwan in the mansion.

Because of the rain, the main road was muddy, and the carriage was moving very slowly.

Zhen Wanwan felt a bit stuffy inside the carriage, so she opened the window to let in some fresh air.

With the rain nourishing the fields, the heavy rice stalks bend towards the ground.

A few villagers walked by sporadically along the roadside.

Han Yiyi sighed as she looked at the scene before her. Zhen Wanwan was puzzled by her regretful expression.

"Is something on your mind, cousin?"

Zhen Wanwan pulled back the little darling who wanted to climb out the window, while waiting for Han Yiyi's question.

Han Yiyi, mimicking Zhen Wanwan, rolled down her side of the car window and looked out, explaining, "I wonder how long these peaceful days will last..."

Zhen Wanwan understood what she wanted to say, and she had probably heard about the Northern Hu people's attack on Anqing Prefecture.

Zhen Wanwan pursed her lips; in truth, she wasn't sure herself.

She has access to firearms, but not enough money. Now, Zhuyuan and his men can only fight the enemy in close combat with old weapons, and they could lose their lives if they are not careful.

All she could do was provide them with a strong support system, including food, medical supplies, and other necessities.

Zhen Wanwan pondered for a moment but did not respond to Han Yiyi's words.

Han Yiyi assumed that she was worried about her husband in the military camp, since his status was not very high and he would definitely be at the forefront if war broke out.

Anything she says now will only upset Zhen Wanwan, so it's better to change the subject and not bother her.

Meizi Village, Zhen Family Courtyard.

As Zhen Wanwan and the others got out of the car, they could hear laughter and chatter coming from the kitchen in the distance.

"Mother, Aunt, what are you talking about?"

Grandma Li and Zhen Xiaozhi turned around at the same time. When they saw them coming, they hurried forward to help their respective daughters pick up their children.

"It's quite cold today, why didn't you put an extra layer on the child? Be careful he doesn't catch a cold!"

If such a young child catches a cold, both the adult and the child will suffer!

Han Yiyi also placed her hand on Peng Xingzhu's cheek to check the child's temperature.

Seeing that the child hadn't caught a cold, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The child fell ill after birth and almost didn't survive. Fortunately, she begged Zhen Wanwan for medicine, which saved her life.

After observing her for a long time and seeing that she had recovered to a healthy state after taking the medicine, Zhen Xiaozhi allowed Han Yiyi to bring the child over.

With someone helping to take care of the child, Zhen Wanwan was happy to have some free time. She saw sweet potatoes steaming in the pot, so she used her chopsticks to pick up a small piece of sweet potato and took a bite.

It's soft and chewy, with a sweet taste, almost identical to the sweet potatoes from my previous life.

Even because of the limited space, Zhen Wanwan always felt that her hunger was significantly reduced after eating sweet potatoes, and she didn't experience bloating or excessive flatulence even after eating a lot.

Han Yiyi knew at a glance that the red thing was the sweet potato that her father-in-law had been longing for!

She walked straight toward Zhen Wanwan, her eyes fixed on the sweet potatoes.

"Cousin, is this the legendary sweet potato that can produce tens of thousands of tons?"

Zhen Wanwan swallowed the sweet potato in her mouth, then nodded and said, "Exactly! But it's not as exaggerated as they say. This plant can indeed produce tens of thousands of tons, but that's in fertile mountainous areas... If it's newly reclaimed land, I'm afraid the first planting will only yield around a thousand tons..."

Of course, in her fertile space, she could just throw a seed anywhere and it would grow into a round, plump plant. Not to mention tens of thousands of tons, there could be hundreds of thousands of tons!

Unfortunately, she couldn't boast about this to outsiders. Zhen Wanwan kept it to herself for a long time and very modestly 'disliked' the reason for the reduced production.

Han Yiyi looked at the small sweet potato in shock, thinking that the sweet potato yield was just a rumor.

Now that he has received official recognition from the person in question, how can he remain calm?

She wasn't someone who didn't know the value of oil and salt until she bought them; on the contrary, from the time she could remember, she had always followed her parents around, learning how to manage a household.

After marrying into the Peng family, her mother-in-law handed over the management of the household to her as soon as she entered the house.

She knew everything inside and outside the mansion, from the price of a single scallion to the price of delicacies.

If the sweet potato yield can truly reach tens of thousands of tons, its value is self-evident.

At this moment, Han Yiyi finally understood her father-in-law's dedication to and importance of sweet potatoes.

They also understood why several wealthy families from their county had moved their household registration to Guangling County.

What they're after is the sweet potato right in front of them! Who could resist a yield of tens of thousands of tons of sweet potatoes?

"Your mother and I were just talking about sweet potatoes!"

Zhen Xiaozhi swayed her hips as she walked to the basket where the sweet potatoes were placed, and casually picked up a round sweet potato.

She didn't mind the mud on the sweet potatoes, and simply held them in her hands, placing them in front of the group.

"Wanwan, I heard the second batch of sweet potatoes has been planted? They should bear fruit in less than two months, right?"

Zhen Wanwan nodded honestly: "We are the second batch planted in July and August, and they will be almost ripe in September and October."

"If Auntie likes to eat them, when the second batch is ripe, Dad will bring you some fresh ones."

"That's wonderful!" Zhen Xiaozhi said with a smile.

She put the sweet potato back and then looked at the steaming sweet potatoes and other items in the pot.

Zhen Xiaozhi's eyes darted around, and she said, "Wanwan, it's like this, your uncle and I have accumulated quite a bit of land over the years, and I'd like to join you when we plant the first batch of sweet potatoes next year."

Zhen Wanwan raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Aunt, if you want to plant them, you can come to our house anytime to get the seeds. Even if you don't mention it, the county magistrate will post a notice next year so that everyone can get the seeds and start planting!"

Although some sweet potato seeds had been distributed to the villagers for cultivation, there were bound to be some who didn't believe it, given the large population of the county.

At that time, Zhen Wanwan and Chen Yong discussed and agreed to first cultivate sweet potatoes for two or three families in each village.

These fields were used as experimental plots. If these experimental plots could grow right under the villagers' noses, they would definitely scramble for the seeds after seeing the high yield of sweet potatoes.

Zhen Xiaozhi was one of those who didn't believe in the legend of high-yield sweet potatoes, and they remained in a wait-and-see state.

This morning, she accidentally saw the cellar where Zhen's family stored sweet potatoes.

It was filled to the brim with grain, big, round, and heavy.

At that moment, she remembered the legend about the high yield of sweet potatoes.

She often recalled what Grandpa Zhen had said when he asked Zhen Fugui to bring sweet potatoes to their house, and she would slam her fist on the table in anger, wishing she could go back in time and slap herself a few times.

However, what's past is past, and no one can change it.

So she used her diligence throughout the morning to get a lot of information out of Old Lady Li.

Finally, they managed to cheer up Grandma Li and promised to let her know as soon as the next planting season was available.