Those who followed Nanzhi's lead and chose to plant potatoes all had a bumper harvest; only a few did not follow suit.

At this point, they could only watch others reap the rewards, feeling incredibly envious, but they had no choice but to endure it.

Seeing the villagers' harvest, Lin Chengyi was genuinely happy.

"Why are you back? Where's the person I asked you to find?" Zheng Xinghai asked his son.

Zheng Wenyuan said helplessly, "Father, no one is willing to help us."

Their family grows a lot of crops, and they can't harvest them all at once, so his father wanted to find someone to help them dig them up.

At this time, everyone who grows potatoes is busy, and no one can spare anyone's time, leaving only those who don't grow potatoes.

Surprisingly, even when he offered twenty coins a day, no one would take the job.

Zheng Xinghai: "Never mind them, let's find someone else."

We must dig it out as soon as possible.

He heard that Nan Yatou has started growing corn again, and he wants to try planting it again.

The imperial court arrived in Lingshan County five days later.

Lin Chengyi personally greeted them and led them to Tai Le Village.

The one leading them was Lord Zhang from the Ministry of Revenue.

After all, it was something Nan Zhi had created, so she was among those accompanying her.

"Lord Lin, we have heard that a new crop has appeared in Taile Village, and His Majesty has ordered us to investigate it."

Lin Chengyi smiled and said, "Of course, sir, please follow me."

Lord Zhang: "This must be Miss Nan."

Nan Zhi had tried her best to minimize her presence, but he still managed to find her.

"This humble official, Nanzhi, greets Lord Zhang."

She is now a ninth-rank official, so naturally she should be addressed as "this humble official".

Zhang Zhong sized up Nan Zhi.

Although she was a village woman, her demeanor was unlike that of an ordinary person.

No wonder Lin Chengyi said before he came that Nanzhi was a rare talent.

"What reward do you want for finding the potato?"

Nan Zhi lowered her eyes: "My lord, the potatoes are the result of the joint efforts of the villagers of Tai Le Village, not the work of this official alone. I did not do any of the work from planting and weeding to the final harvest."

Nan Zhi was telling the truth, but Lin Chengyi had already explained the whole thing on his way here.

If she hadn't led the villagers up the mountain to dig potatoes and taught them how to plant them, they probably wouldn't have had the harvest they have today.

Zhang Zhong nodded, showing no arrogance or pride, and behaving with proper decorum.

If it were a man, he would surely shine brightly in Da Yang.

As they spoke, the group arrived at a field.

The villagers dug up the potatoes in the field, but hadn't had time to put them back in.

It was quite far away, and the ground was full of pits and hollows left by digging.

Lin Chengyi hesitated and said, "Sir, why don't you let me bring the potatoes with me?"

"No need," Zhang Zhong replied, though he wanted to see for himself if it was as the letter described.

He walked into the field and saw a seedling that had already dried up.

The seedlings are bulging.

Reaching out and digging, something larger than a fist was exposed to the air.

He could still squeeze out water when he pinched it, so he continued to dig with his hands.

At that moment, the farmer came over.

"Hey, do you even know how to dig?"

As he spoke, he shoveled down and four more potatoes of roughly the same size appeared.

Zhang Zhong stared blankly, his eyes wide, unable to believe that what he was seeing was real.

"Wow, they gave birth to so many!"

The farmers, seeing his ignorant manner, assumed he was from the next village.

After all, quite a few people have come to their village to inquire about them recently.

Moreover, many people want to buy their seeds.

Their current success is entirely due to the village chief and Miss Nan.

Without the consent of the two individuals, the people of Taile Village kept their mouths shut.

Even those who didn't grow potatoes wouldn't go around spreading rumors, since they'll be growing them next year anyway.

"Let me tell you, don't ask too many questions. The potatoes are grown in our village. If you want to know how to grow them, go find the village chief and Miss Nan."

Zhang Zhong: "Why do we need to find them?"

"You don't know, do you? It was Miss Nan who led us up the mountain to dig potatoes. If it weren't for her, we would still be eating chaff and wild vegetables. How could we be eating such good food?"

Zhang Zhong nodded, and at that moment Lin Chengyi and the others came over.

"Lord Zhang, how is it?" Lin Chengyi asked.

"Unprecedented! Our Great Central Plains is saved!"

The farmer swallowed hard, wondering if she had just offended an adult.

This lord might not be seeking revenge, would he?

Zhang Zhong didn't even have time to eat; he bought three sacks of potatoes directly from the farmers.

They immediately drove away from Lingshan County.

This was the first time Lin Chengyi had ever seen an official who came and went the same day.

However, this saves trouble and saves money on treating them to a meal at a restaurant.

Whenever someone from higher up came, it would cost the county government a lot of money.

When Nanzhi got home, the first thing she did was tell Song Hanyan what had just happened.

Song Hanyan was genuinely happy for Nanzhi.

So he asked a question.

"Zhizhi, what do you want to do?"

Nanzhi paused, wondering what she was going to do.

Then I remembered the system's task.

"I want to make money."

"That simple?"

Nan Zhi snorted, "Making money is hard. I want to become the richest person in the Central Plains!"

"Cough cough cough," Zhou Chang choked on his tea again.

It wasn't that he wanted to listen; it was just that the girl's voice was too loud.

The richest man?

Zhou Chang smiled. "They really dare to think that way."

Nan Zhi: "I also want to be a high-ranking official of the third rank, to bring benefits to the people!"

Zhou Chang: "......"

It's already rare for a woman from the Great Central Plains to become an official, and this girl even wants to be a third-rank official.

He'd probably be drowned in spittle by the court officials before he even reached the rank of a third-grade official.

Those old fogies are very narrow-minded.

Song Hanyan, however, did not share this view.

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