Chapter 83 Blame it on Lin Zhiyi

Among these exiles, most were civil officials, and few were skilled in martial arts.

Having fallen to this point today, if the King of Qi kills them all, they will only become lambs to be slaughtered.

Lin Xiuran: "Dad, my sister gave me a powerful weapon. I think it's pretty good."

Then Lin Xiuran took out the electric baton.

Lin Fu took it and observed it for a long time, but he couldn't see any mystery. He asked doubtfully, "Is this thing really that powerful?"

"If my sister says yes, then yes."

"Zhizhi, did you buy this from the Hu merchant again?" Lin Fu asked Lin Zhiyi.

"Yes, Dad." Lin Zhiyi lied without blushing or beating his heart.

Lin Fu observed it for a while and handed it to Lin Xiuran.

You can only know how powerful this weapon is by trying it.

Besides, maybe the assassin won’t come, so they don’t need to worry about it.

"It's always a good idea to be more prepared. Since Zhizhi gave it to you, you should keep it well."

"Dad, I still have some."

Lin Zhiyi opened a bundle and found three more inside.

She tried it, and as long as the things were originally in the space, they would return to their original state after being taken out.

The things she put in later became less and less as she used them.

She handed one of them to Lin Fu, "Dad, hold this and protect Mom."

The other two were handed to Dalin and Chai Ya.

"Brother Dalin, you have to protect Mother Fang."

Dalin should be.

Chai Ya was very excited. She didn't even have any wives, and the girl gave her the weapon casually.

"Don't worry, girl. I will definitely protect you."

"That's not necessary. If you want to protect them, just protect Zheng'er and Lu'er. They are still young."

"Yes, don't worry, young lady. I will definitely protect the young master and the young lady."

But what Lin Fu was most worried about was Li Wenjing, "The Crown Prince..."

This shows his loyalty.

"Dad, don't worry, Li Wenjing won't die."

Lin Zhiyi taught a few people the operation method again and returned to the carriage.

Li Wenjing also dried his hair, Zhusheng combed his hair for him, and got on the carriage.

Seeing Lin Zhiyi getting on the carriage, he couldn't help but ask, "Miss Lin, what was the name of that food just now?"

"That's a baked sweet potato. Isn't it delicious?"

"Sweet potato." Li Wenjing muttered to himself, as if to memorize it. "Where did you buy it? How come I've never seen it before?"

Lin Zhiyi said nonsense, "I bought it from a foreign merchant."

Chang'an was the heart of the prosperous era. Foreign guests from all directions gathered here, including Sogdian merchants, Persian nobles, Turkic warriors, and Arab envoys. The number of people was more than tens of thousands.

In the market, exotic treasures and delicious food appeared in an endless stream. The people of Chang'an had long been accustomed to them and were fond of anything new.

Li Wenjing had already set up the Prince's Mansion outside the imperial palace. He moved out of the palace after he became an adult, so he naturally knew the prosperity outside.

He believed Lin Zhiyi's words, "I don't know how this food is grown, and whether the yield is high."

Lin Zhiyi was surprised, "You want to plant it?"

"I'd like to give it a try. It would be even better if it can withstand drought."

Lin Zhiyi explained to him, "Sweet potatoes are indeed more drought-resistant than staple crops like wheat and rice. They can still yield a certain harvest even in years with insufficient rainfall. Their tuberous roots can penetrate deep into the soil to absorb water, and their leaves curl up in drought to reduce evaporation.

It has low soil requirements and is tolerant to poor soil conditions. It can be grown on sandy soil and hilly land, making it suitable for situations where land conditions deteriorate after disasters."

"What about the output?" Li Wenjing asked.

"The yield is also higher than that of wheat, reaching 2,000 kilograms or even more."

Li Wenjing was delighted when he heard this: "That's great! If we can grow it, the people of Dagan will no longer have to go hungry during the famine years."

You know, the wheat yield is only two or three hundred kilograms.

Li Wenjing's words made Lin Zhiyi look at him more.

It turned out that he was thinking about the people who were working hard.

Li Wenjing suddenly thought that Lin Zhiyi was just a woman in the harem, so how could she understand these things.

"How do you know so much?"

"I... Of course it was that Hu merchant who told me. He explained the planting method, and I wrote it all down."

Li Wenjing's face lit up with joy, and he suddenly hugged Lin Zhiyi, "Miss Lin, you are really my lucky star."

When he thought about his father convicting him of witchcraft, he was very disappointed with him. He knew that even if he denied it, his father would still convict him.

The emperor demoted Li Wenjing to a commoner. When Li Wenjing left the palace, the emperor said, "Since you are so stubborn, go to Fangling and farm. When you can increase your grain production, I will consider bringing you back."

When Li Wenjing thought about this, his eyes darkened.

Now even if his father takes him back, he may not go with him.

And Li Wencheng, don't expect to have an easy time either.

Lin Zhiyi pushed Li Wenjing away: "You can thank me, but please don't touch me, okay?"

Li Wenjing narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you dislike me?"

Lin Zhiyi was helpless, "How could I dislike you? Aren't you afraid of what others will gossip about you?"

"If Miss Lin thinks so, why not marry me, Li Wenjing!"

Li Wenjing's words scared Lin Zhiyi.

"Li Wenjing, don't make jokes like that."

She had no interest in competing with a group of women for a man.

Li Wenjing opened his mouth, was silent for a moment, and said, "Rest!"

"Okay, good night."

Lin Zhiyi was really tired, so she lay down on the couch on the side and closed her eyes. After a while, she began to breathe evenly.

But Li Wenjing couldn't sleep.

He glanced at Lin Zhiyi, took out a black veil to cover his face, lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage.

There is an open space not far away.

Li Wenjing stood with his hands behind his back, "Did you find out?"

Three men in black were kneeling beside him.

"Master, please rest assured. We have already found out that it was someone sent by the King of Qi. We have already dealt with them."

"Well, keep watching them."

"yes!"

…

The next day.

When everyone woke up, they found that three more people had died in the group of prisoners.

Except for these three patients who were seriously ill, most of them got better after taking the medicine given by Lin Zhiyi.

But the deceased family cannot accept the fact that their loved one has passed away. They want to find an outlet and want to shift the blame for their own neglect of care onto others.

This way, they will feel much better.

The outlet for this was Lin Zhiyi.

The reason was that the medicine was given by Lin Zhiyi, but it failed to cure their relatives and instead caused them to die of the disease.

Lin Zhiyi, her mother, and her sisters-in-law were cooking when all the relatives of the deceased rushed over and overturned their pots.

The pot overturned and almost scalded Mrs. Song. Fortunately, Lin Zhiyi reacted quickly and pulled Mrs. Song up.

"You Lin family members are so cruel. Lin Zhiyi, your hands are stained with the blood of my family. How can you still sit here and eat with peace of mind?"

Lin Zhiyi had known about this for a long time, which was why she was reluctant to give the medicine away easily. She ordered, "Chai Ya, go and ask Master Zhang to come over."

Mr. Zhang was the head of the escorts, and he was the one who came to discuss with Lin Zhiyi about giving cold medicine to these refugees.