The county town was bustling, and even though Zheng Xinghai had been there several times, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

When will their village be able to become like this?

Forget it, he still prefers a quiet life; he can't sleep soundly at night because of all the noise.

I just hope the villagers can have enough to eat.

Soon, a yamen runner led him inside, but not to the county government's council hall, but to the magistrate's backyard.

When Zheng Xinghai arrived, Lin Chengyi was still admiring the flowers.

"Zheng Xinghai, a commoner from Taile Village, pays his respects to Your Excellency."

Lin Chengyi: "Get up quickly. I heard you have something urgent to report and haven't had time to pack up yet. Please forgive me."

Zheng Xinghai hurriedly replied, "No, no, I dare not."

Zheng Xinghai stood up: "Sir, a new grain crop, potatoes, has been discovered in our village, with a yield of over 500 jin per mu."

Lin Chengyi thought he was going to file a complaint.

It's quite common for village chiefs in the county to fight amongst themselves.

A few days ago, a village chief complained to him.

Unexpectedly, such a significant discovery was made in Taile Village.

Five hundred jin!

What kind of grain can produce so much?

Lin Chengyi hurriedly said, "Village Chief Zheng, please sit down."

Even the way they address each other feels much more friendly now.

Zheng Xinghai was flattered and surprised, and the county magistrate addressed him as a brother.

It's like their ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke.

He quickly sat down.

Zheng Xinghai gestured to the maidservant beside him to serve tea.

"How old is Village Chief Zheng this year?"

Zheng Xinghai: "My lord, I am fifty-nine years old this year."

"So it's Brother Zheng!"

Zheng Xinghai almost dropped his teacup.

Lin Chengyi continued, "Brother Zheng, why don't you explain in detail?"

Zheng Xinghai explained how he discovered the potatoes, led the villagers up the mountain to dig them up, and also described the method of digging up the seeds.

He got more and more excited as he talked, and in the end he praised Namzhi.

After hearing this, Lin Chengyi wished he could go to the countryside himself to see for himself.

"So you're saying that it was that girl Nanzhi who discovered and taught you the method of sowing?"

Zheng Xinghai nodded.

"So this girl is a kind person."

Instead of keeping good things to themselves, they share them with the whole village.

He's such a good person.

Then Lin Chengyi realized another problem.

"Why didn't you report it when you found the potatoes? Why are you only reporting it now?"

Zheng Xinghai sighed: "It's that girl from Nanzhi. She said it would be best to report when the potatoes are ripe, and to ask for credit in the name of the villagers of Taile Village. But I felt that I couldn't let her suffer, so I came today."

Hearing him say that, Lin Chengyi admired Nanzhi even more.

Zheng Xinghai said this for one reason: because of Nam Gyi.

Secondly, more and more people have been taking the opportunity to inquire about them these days, and potatoes and their cultivation methods are no longer a secret.

Every household has stored grain, in case it is bought by someone else and then used to claim credit and rewards in their name.

After all that hard work, it turned out to be a waste of someone else's efforts. Zheng Xinghai must be furious.

Lin Chengyi was so excited after hearing this that he couldn't sit still.

With such a large output, if we report it to the imperial court, the entire central government will have hope.

After his excitement subsided, Lin Chengyi grasped Zheng Xinghai's hand.

"Brother Zheng, rest assured, I will remember this for you. When the harvest comes, I will report to the court, and you will certainly be rewarded for your efforts."

Zheng Xinghai had long been flattered by Lin Chengyi's constant address of him as "Brother Zheng," so naturally he did whatever Lin Chengyi said.

As Zheng Xinghai left the magistrate's residence, he felt as if he were in a dream.

The county magistrate treated him with great courtesy, not only addressing him as a brother but also serving him tea.

The next time he sees a village chief from another village, he'll definitely show off to those old rascals.

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Taile Village.

The old bell in the village rang again.

Everyone quickly dropped what they were doing and ran over there.

After what happened last time, the villagers became even more self-disciplined.

They used to dawdle, but now they wish the whole family could come over.

Before long, a crowd had gathered in front of the ancient tree.

Grandma Nan has difficulty walking and can't outrun the younger ones.

So he hurried ahead by himself.

When you run into someone you know, you can't help but say hello.

"Grandma Nan, why are you so slow? Where's your grandson? Let them help him."

The old lady across from her had her grandson helping her, so she naturally walked faster than her.

Old Mrs. Nan cursed inwardly, thinking that this was clearly a way of showing off that she had a grandson to rely on and that her grandson was filial.

"You don't know, my two grandsons have gone to make money."

Making money? The other person's expression froze.

What kind of money can a nine-year-old earn?

Grandma Nan continued, "Our Zhizhi raises some rabbits, and Chunxian and Chungu help feed them. We don't want any money, but Nan girl insists on paying. They should be helping out at Zhizhi's house right now, and they'll be here soon."

He praised his three grandsons in one breath.

Grandma Nan knew she had a granddaughter, but hadn't Nan Zhi married Hunter Song?

They even have spare money to hire people to raise rabbits.

Is this old woman lying?

"How much do you give your granddaughter a month? For the Song hunter's family, ten coins a month would be enough."

Grandma Nan rolled her eyes at the old lady opposite her, thinking to herself: Who does she think she is?

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Old Mrs. Nan straightened her back. “Our Zhizhi gives the two children three hundred coins a month.”

so much!

The old lady across from me kept a sullen face and didn't say anything.

Then you turn around and urge your grandson to walk faster.

Grandma Nan was secretly pleased; her grandsons were all so successful, they really made her proud.

Nan Cheng leisurely led his little brother to catch up.

"Yaoguo, hurry up."

Five-year-old Nan Yaoguo was not as fast as eight-year-old Nan Cheng. His short legs were panting as he spun around very fast, but he still couldn't catch up with his older brother.

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