Lin Jinyue's entire family transmigrated. They started in hell mode, with a three-year drought and war. During their escape, her mother and brother fell into a coma, and Lin Jinyue nearly becam...
Gu Shao thought for a moment and then said, "Prince Jing is not behaving himself and will probably attack us soon. So we will forcibly conscript soldiers. I think we should come to your village first, select some people to join my army. It will be safe and secure, and they can also earn military merits."
Lin Jinyue asked, "Do you think roasted potatoes are delicious?"
Gu Shao: "What?"
Lin Jinyue pointed to the potato slices in his hand: "Are the roasted potatoes delicious?"
Gu Shao nodded and continued, "Actually, you don't need to be too resistant to joining the army. I've seen the people from your village hunt; they're fast, accurate, and ruthless. And your brother is quite skilled, and he has unique insights into military tactics and formations, so..."
Lin Jinyue: "So you like roasted potatoes? They can be a staple food."
Gu Shao: "I like it, but I just talked to your brother about it, and he doesn't seem very interested. I think..."
Lin Jinyue: "Do you want potatoes? The yield is three to five thousand catties per mu."
Gu Shao: "I want your brother to come and serve as my deputy general. After we win the great battle, I will personally write to His Majesty to grant your brother a marquisate."
Lin Jinyue: "So potatoes..."
Gu Shao: "Miss Lin, let's not talk about potatoes for now. Recruiting soldiers is more important right now."
Lin Jinyue sighed; there was no way to be tactful with this person.
She said directly, "Perhaps potatoes are a better deal than my brother."
Gu Shao: "What do you mean?"
"Do you have enough food reserves for your war? What if the war drags on?"
Lin Jinyue continued: "Our village doesn't send people to the army. They exchange potatoes for military service. The yield is at least 3,000 jin per mu. We don't have to be picky about the land; we can grow them anywhere."
Gu Shao frowned: "Let's talk about these things later. We really need someone like your brother."
General Gu is completely ignorant of the five grains.
He had absolutely no idea what a yield of 3,000 jin per mu meant.