Mrs. Ye quickly tugged at her clothes under the table and whispered in her ear, "Mother, this is someone from the Sinong Temple in the capital. Didn't you see that even the county magistrate came here in person?
"If they stay, doesn't that mean they value and recognize our crops?
"Whether the second son can achieve anything depends on this one time."
After hearing this, Old Lady Ye immediately swallowed back the objection that was on the tip of her tongue.
Ever since Ye Lao Si's marriage was decided, among her four sons, Old Lady Ye was most worried about Ye Lao Er.
Now that Ye Laoer's opportunity has finally arrived, she naturally cannot let her son's future be affected by herself.
So Old Lady Ye also nodded and even took the initiative to say, "Yes, if you feel uncomfortable living in the wing room, we can ask them to clean up the main house and let you live there."
Old Master Nie still had some sense of propriety. It was unreasonable for him to live in the main house when staying in someone else's house. He quickly said, "It's good enough to have a wing room. I'm not picky.
"That's because I'm older now. When I was young, I would just build a shack on the edge of the field and live there for months. I wish I could watch over the crops all the time!"
After hearing what Mr. Nie said, everyone couldn't help but respect him more.
The imperial court attached great importance to farming, and the Ye family, as common people, could feel it.
During these years, the imperial court not only distributed some new varieties of seeds, but also introduced some Western crops.
For example, corn and sweet potatoes were things that Grandma Ye had never seen or eaten when she was a child.
But by Ye Changrui's generation, everyone grew up eating these things.
But no one has ever considered that behind these things, there are actually many people like Mr. Nie who are silently contributing.
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