Chapter 258 Promotional Star

Yu Jiaming's lips trembled. As a nobleman coming to this remote place, he must make some political achievements.

Since he officially took office, he discovered a gold mine, which is a good start. If he discovers high-yield grain, he will definitely be promoted in three years.

"The yield of sweet potatoes is very high, and we have eaten them. They taste pretty good. Xiaowu will bring them over later and you will know when you try them." Ye Mingzhu told him all the information she knew about sweet potatoes.

The more Yu Jiaming listened, the brighter his eyes became. He couldn't wait to run to the big kitchen to see when the sweet potatoes were ready.

"Mingzhu, you are really my lucky star." He was no longer able to express his gratitude in words.

Ye Mingzhu is not only his savior, but also his lucky star on the road to promotion.

He must write another letter to his family, and no matter whether his family agrees or not, he must recognize Ye Mingzhu as his sister.

He can't be ungrateful just because others have helped him.

"Mingzhu, you will be my biological sister from now on. Anyone who dares to bully you is against me, Yu Yanli."

Yu Jiaming said solemnly.

"That's not necessary." Ye Mingzhu said in a calm tone, "I didn't bring the sweet potatoes here just because you wanted to recognize me as your sister."

Yu Jiaming was silent for a moment, feeling a little annoyed that he had acted rashly last time and had notified Ye Mingzhu without consulting his family.

"Mingzhu, believe me, I will definitely arrange things properly this time." Yu Jiaming said anxiously.

"Really, no need. I brought the sweet potatoes here not because I want you to recognize me as your sister. You've been good to me and Hongyu. Giving you something as productive as sweet potatoes will help more people have food to eat."

Of course, the most important thing is that this can repay Jiang Hongyu for saving me.

Yu Jiaming also understood what Ye Mingzhu meant. He smiled bitterly and said, "Mingzhu, I haven't repaid you for saving my life yet."

"You are the county magistrate, just take care of us." Ye Mingzhu didn't want to make excuses anymore and said this lightly.

"Mingzhu, I see there are still a lot of wasteland near the village. Why don't you ask Jiaming if those wastelands belong to the government? If so, you can buy them." Uncle Yan couldn't stand the tone of the two people's conversation. Looking at the sweet potatoes on the ground, he had an idea.

Ye Mingzhu raised her eyebrows and looked at Uncle Yan. Was he going to let her become a big landlord?

Uncle Yan lowered his voice and said, "You want to plant sweet potatoes on the farm? Then you can plant sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes all over the farm."

Ye Mingzhu wanted to hold her forehead with her hand. Uncle Yan’s dream was too big for her to handle.

"Uncle Yan, there are only so many people in our village. When spring comes, it may not be enough to plant sweet poplars and sweet potatoes. How can I handle it if I buy so much land?" Ye Mingzhu was a little helpless, with a wry smile on her face.

"That's easy. Just buy some people. You can also buy some official slaves. These people are difficult to redeem. If used well, they are more useful than those who sell themselves." Yu Jiaming also supported her to buy the farm.

Ye Mingzhu thought for a moment and said, "When we go back today, let's take a look at the surrounding land first."

If the surrounding land is suitable for growing crops, you might consider buying it.

"In fact, the land over there in Zhuangzi is more suitable for growing watermelons. The watermelons grown on that kind of sandy land are especially delicious." Ye Mingzhu muttered softly.

"Watermelon?" Uncle Yan and Yu Jiaming showed a pensive expression at the same time.

"In this season, if you want to eat watermelon, I'm afraid you can only offer it as tribute." Yu Jiaming said after a while.

Ye Mingzhu then realized that she had just said what was in her heart. She laughed dryly and changed the subject: "Xiaowu, don't you know how to steam sweet potatoes? Why don't we go and see."

"Who said I don't know how to steam sweet potatoes? Mingzhu, don't underestimate me." Xiaowu came in from outside holding a plate.

A rich sweet smell of sweet potatoes filled the air.

"Is this sweet?" Yu Jiaming asked.

"You'll know after you try it." Ye Mingzhu gestured to Xiaowu to put the plate on the table.

Xiaowu couldn't wait to put the plate on the table, picked up a sweet potato, and held it in both hands alternately.

"The skin of sweet potatoes can be eaten. Of course, if you don't want to eat it, you can tear it off." Ye Mingzhu picked up a sweet potato, gently tore off the skin, and handed it to Xiaowu.

Xiaowu shook his head, peeled the sweet potato himself, and put it in his mouth impatiently.

"etc……"

"Hiss, it's so hot..."

Ye Mingzhu's voice of stopping and Xiaowu's shouting sounded at the same time.

Xiaowu opened his mouth wide and hissed.

"Spit it out quickly," Ye Mingzhu said, curious and amused. "The freshly steamed sweet potatoes are still hot. They need to cool down before you can eat them."

Xiao Wu hissed for a long time, then swallowed the sweet potato. He picked up the teacup beside Yu Jiaming and drank the cold tea in it in one gulp before he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's too hot."

Yu Jiaming silently took the sweet potato from his mouth a little further away, blew on it gently, and then said, "You are always in a hurry to do anything. This is not something you should eat in a hurry."

After saying that, he put the sweet potato in his mouth and took a bite. His eyes were half closed, but he chewed very quickly. After three or two bites, more than half of the sweet potato was gone.

Xiaowu ate the sweet potato faster than Yu Jiaming. He blew on it while eating and soon finished the whole sweet potato.

"Mingzhu, where did you find this sweet potato? It tastes so good." Xiaowu looked at the remaining sweet potatoes on the plate and tried his best to control himself from reaching out.

Ye Mingzhu and Uncle Yan shared a sweet potato. After wiping his hands with a handkerchief, he said, "All the sweet potatoes harvested on my farm can be used as seeds. Before spring planting arrives, we can plant another crop so that we have more sweet potatoes for seeds."

Yu Jiaming asked again: "How many seed potatoes did you use to produce the over 1,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes you harvested?"

Ye Mingzhu recalled: "I used about 100 kilograms."

Yu Jiaming also fell into deep thought. If he could turn the existing more than 1,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes into seed potatoes and plant them in the fields, he should be able to get more than 10,000 sweet potatoes by the time of spring harvest, which would be enough to plant 1,000 acres of land.

However, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and it is quite difficult to grow sweet potatoes on a hundred acres of land in such weather.

"Xiao Wu, go check how much wasteland there is near Mingzhu's farm. She wants to buy it."

Yu Jiaming turned around and instructed Xiaowu.

Xiaowu didn't ask any more questions and turned around and left.

"Do you want me to buy the surrounding wasteland, find places with hot springs, and plant sweet potatoes there?" Ye Mingzhu guessed.

Yu Jiaming nodded: "This is the best way."

Ye Mingzhu was not so optimistic: "You said it was a wasteland, so the soil must not be that fertile. Even if we can find a hot spring, the yield of sweet potatoes cannot be guaranteed."

Most importantly, she didn't want to farm so much land.

Yu Jiaming didn't give her a chance to refuse: "Let's talk about it when Xiaowu comes back."