Lu Yanzheng nodded, "This high-yield crop must be promoted throughout Dayue as soon as possible, so that the people will no longer suffer from hunger caused by natural disasters."

“That’s true, but sweet potatoes need water to grow, and the water source in the border town…” Jiang Qinyu frowned as she looked at him.

Lu Yanzheng fell silent upon hearing this. "No matter what, we should give it a try first."

Jiang Qinyu remained silent. Unless she personally went to the border town, she really didn't know how to solve this problem.

For the next half day, all the able-bodied men in the village devoted themselves to digging sweet potatoes, and the remaining four acres were dug up before evening.

The village chief Li's family dug up more than 5,200 jin of land per mu, Meng Tianze's family dug up more than 4,400 jin, Aunt Qin's family dug up more than 4,800 jin, and Old Man Lu's family only dug up 4,100 jin.

This data has once again refreshed the villagers' understanding, and the Li family is overjoyed.

"My goodness! More than 5,000 jin! More than 5,000 jin of grain per mu!"

"If I'm dreaming, nobody the hell wants to wake me up! This dream is just too beautiful..."

"Village chief, your family definitely can't eat all of this. Could you spare some for our family to use as seed? We can trade goods, or even give you money..."

The quick-thinking person immediately wanted to take the harvested sweet potatoes back to plant as seeds, wishing they could plant them in their own field the very next day.

Village Chief Li deliberately put on a stern face and pointed at each of them, saying, "Now you're worried? When I went door-to-door telling you to buy seeds from my niece, why didn't you listen? Do you think my niece would cheat us?"

"Oh, village chief, we were just ignorant. We've realized our mistake. Please forgive us and give us some."

“Yes, village chief, we’re all from the same village, and we’re still using the work point system. Even though it’s all grown on our own land, we still have to pay half a point to the village as public grain, right? If our harvest is good, then our village can use more resources, right?”

"Yes, yes, village chief, even if you're not doing this for anything else, think about everyone's future too..."

A group of people surrounded Village Chief Li, racking their brains to try and secure sweet potato seeds for their own families.

Jiang Qinyu was not spared either; the village aunties and grandmas, unable to surround the village chief, surrounded her instead.

"Ah Zheng's wife, we were wrong before. Auntie apologizes to you. Please don't hold it against me. Could you sell us some sweet potato seeds?"

"We don't need much, just enough to plant one acre of land will suffice..."

Jiang Qinyu was so confused by what they were saying that she quickly said, "The village chief will arrange this. All you aunties and grandmas just need to wait for his notification."

I'm sorry, Uncle Village Chief, she's really not good at handling these kinds of situations!

Fortunately, Village Chief Li quickly calmed things down. "Everyone, calm down. Our village can definitely grow all these sweet potatoes. However, Ah Zheng is now a general in the border army. We need to give him the extras to take back to the border city so that the people there can also grow them. When they have enough to eat, they won't be afraid of foreign invasion anymore! Only by protecting the border city can our Dingshui Village be truly safe!"

“We should support A-Zheng in this matter! Village Chief, besides keeping enough for next season’s planting, you can distribute the rest of my family’s produce!” Meng Tianze shouted.

Chen Shao also shouted, "Support Brother Zheng! Our family will do the same as Uncle Meng's family, we'll give you all the extras!"

Aunt Qin glared at him and pinched his arm. "You brat, all you do is show off!"

"Oh, Mother, it's not like you disagree. We're both agreeing, aren't we?" Chen Shao immediately begged for forgiveness.

Jiang Qinyu looked at Lu Yanzheng beside her, wondering what he had said to the village chief. Judging from the village chief's posture, it seemed like he was going to give him the sweet potatoes for free.

"Ah Zheng, you can take ours too. There aren't many of us, and one acre of land is enough for us to eat. You can have someone come and take the rest!" Old Lu grinned from ear to ear.

His son is amazing, and his daughter-in-law is amazing too. His life is the envy of countless people.

Lu Yanzheng thanked her and then looked at Jiang Qinyu.

Jiang Qinyu was puzzled by the look, and after a moment's thought, she blurted out, "Our things belong to both of us, you can do whatever you want with them."

What a rip-off! She was a perfectly happy single woman, and suddenly she has to compete with others for her wealth.

Oh no, according to the rules of Da Yue, everything in the house belongs to Lu Yanzheng, and she can only be considered an appendage who lives by depending on Lu Yanzheng.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qinyu's face fell.

It was better to be a widow back then, at least she was the one who made the decisions at home, and she didn't have to worry about what the other person thought.

Lu Yanzheng suddenly chuckled, "Qinqin, you're wrong. You're in charge of our family. Everything in our family is yours. I need your permission to do anything."

Jiang Qinyu: "..." They don't seem that close, do they?

However, what he said struck a chord with her. Apart from a few walls that were built by the Lu family before, she had done everything in the house, and she should have absolute control over it.

But since the damn system swallowed so much gold and silver from the border troops, she could take this opportunity to repay some of the favors first.

“Our family is even smaller, and we don’t lack food at home. We only need to leave a small portion. You can take the rest,” Jiang Qinyu said, calming herself down.

Seeing that she didn't seem reluctant, Lu Yanzheng cupped his hands and smiled, "Thank you for your generous help, Madam."

Jiang Qinyu: "..."

In short, no one in Dingshui Village could sleep that night except for Jiang Qinyu.

In an era when rice yields were only 450 jin per mu and wheat yields less than 300 jin per mu, the sudden appearance of a grain with a yield of 4,000 to 5,000 jin per mu completely overturned their understanding of grain yield.

Since Qin Shen wasn't home tonight, Lu Yanzheng consciously took Shu Fan to sleep in the next room.

But he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

If the Hu people had such high grain yields, why would they have been burning, killing, and looting Da Yue year after year?

Although Da Yue's enemies seemed to be only Da Yuan and Xi Qiang, Lu Yanzheng knew that those tribes outside the pass were not to be trifled with. In many battles, he had encountered other tribes infiltrating the Da Yuan or Xi Qiang armies.

So, is the high-yield grain seed that Jiang Qinyu supposedly bought from the Hu merchants really true?

Lu Yanzheng couldn't understand it.

Since returning to Dingshui Village, he felt that everything here was different from the outside world, especially his so-called home.

The kitchen knife was a small and exquisite steel knife, the dishcloth was made of some unknown material, and the toiletries were even more bizarre. Not only was the fragrance strange, but the transparent and viscous liquid made one wonder about its origin.

But this is indeed his home, as clearly stated in the household registration records of Yongshan County.

Lu Yanzheng couldn't sleep; he spent the entire night staring in the direction of Jiang Qinyu's room.