Time passed slowly.

In the autumn, the sweet potatoes planted by the little prince and Murong Shu on the farm had a good harvest.

Last year, after the harvest, Murong Shu made roasted sweet potatoes for the little prince, and Jun Ao liked them very much.

However, after hearing that these sweet potatoes could help more people avoid starvation, Jun Ao chose to save the remaining sweet potatoes for seeds, which is why the farm has such a good harvest today.

Someone reported the situation on the farm to Murong Shu, so on the day of harvesting sweet potatoes, Murong Shu sent his daughter to his eldest sister-in-law's yard.

He took Yueyue, Wen En, Mu Youran, Han Feng (Song Yanran and Han Xu's son) and the young master of Zhenshan Palace to the farm.

This was what she promised the little prince last year, to let him have enough roasted sweet potatoes during the harvest this year. As for the other children, Murong Shu took them out to play.

The little dumplings were very happy. They ate roasted sweet potatoes and had fun at the farm for the whole day.

Before going home, Murong Shu packed a basket for each household. These sweet potatoes were of great use, so he was reluctant to give too many.

So several families ate sweet potatoes in the evening. They had a sticky texture and were very popular among the elderly.

The Wen family was no exception, and their sweet potatoes received unanimous praise from everyone.

"My third sister-in-law is amazing. She can even grow sweet potatoes. These are so delicious. Let's make some tomorrow."

Wen Ye really liked the taste of sweet potatoes and planned to continue eating them tomorrow.

"Brother, we can only try it out. I want to save these for seeds and plant them next year. Then we can basically promote them."

Murong Shu expressed his plan.

"Shu'er, do you mean to let more people grow sweet potatoes?" Prime Minister Wen asked uncertainly.

"Yes, father. This product has a high yield. As long as it can be promoted, no one in our Great Saint Dynasty will go hungry again."

Sweet potatoes have a high yield and a strong sense of satiety. If they can be grown on a large scale in this dynasty, the people of the Great Saint Dynasty will no longer have to go hungry.

"Sister-in-law, are you serious?" Wen Zhi was also very excited when he heard it. It was really as Murong Shu said. It really helped the emperor solve a big problem.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the farm tomorrow and check the sweet potato yield. I have already told the farmers to weigh the sweet potatoes harvested from each acre of land."

The reason why Murong Shu gave the farmers this instruction was to facilitate the calculation of per-acre yield.

"Then I will go to the farm with my brother and sister-in-law tomorrow to take a look. This is a big deal."

If it wasn't already dark, Wen Zhi would have wanted to go right away.

After breakfast the next day, the Wen family went to the farm with Murong Shu, and this time Murong Shu brought his daughter with him.

The main reason is that Wen Jing also went, so there was someone to take care of the child. Little Tuanzi likes his father very much, and Wen Jing dotes on him like the apple of his eye.

In the Wen family, the most favored one is little Tuanzi. She is favored by her grandparents, her uncle and aunt, her second uncle and aunt, and brother Yu. Even Wen En knows to give in to his sister.

After witnessing the sweet potato production with their own eyes, the men of the Wen family were excited. Wen Zhi even wanted to go to the palace to find the emperor immediately, but was stopped by Wen Jing.

"Brother, this matter needs to be considered carefully. Shu'er and I have something to discuss with you, Dad, and Brother."

"Third brother, can't we wait until we eat the roasted sweet potatoes before we talk about anything?" Wen Ye finally ate the roasted sweet potatoes his son had been talking about today.

"Third brother, please tell me quickly!" Wen Zhi was a little anxious.

"Father, big brother, Shu'er and I want to give this credit to the little prince."

"Jing'er, what do you mean?" Prime Minister Wen asked curiously.

"Father, these sweet potato seedlings were planted by my daughter-in-law and Ao'er together, and Ao'er was asked to keep a record of their growth and precautions for their care."

"Later, the large-scale planting on the farm was also a decision made by my daughter-in-law and Ao'er, so my daughter-in-law would like to trouble father to submit a petition to give the credit to Ao'er."

After hearing Murong Shu's words, all the men in the Wen family understood that Murong Shu was building momentum for Ao'er. Just by ensuring that the people of the Great Sage had enough food to eat, Ao'er's status in the hearts of the people would naturally be different in the future.

"Will Shu'er feel regretful?" Prime Minister Wen didn't want to let his daughter-in-law down.

"Father, the Wen family's honor and favor are already enough, it can't be higher."

Murong Shu's idea was exactly what Prime Minister Wen was worried about. Although the emperor would not suspect the Wen family, who could say anything about the future?

However, Prime Minister Wen did not expect that Murong Shu had such foresight and that he and his youngest son were truly a perfect match.

"I'll listen to Shu'er this time. Father is old and it's time for him to enjoy his retirement."

Prime Minister Wen decided to finish his work this year and stay at home next year to accompany the old lady and take care of the grandchildren.

"Father....."

The three brothers called out "father" and didn't say anything else. Their father had worked hard all his life and it was indeed time for him to enjoy his life.

"I have taken care of Jing'er for so many years. In many ways, Jing'er has done better than his father. As his brothers, you must fully support Jing'er in the future. He will lead the Wen family further than his father did."

Prime Minister Wen is most optimistic about his youngest son Wen Jing. It’s not that he is partial to his sons, but among his three sons, Wen Jing is the best at scheming.

"Don't worry, father!"

The whole family stayed at the farm and had dinner before returning home. Prime Minister Wen suddenly felt a little longing for the joy of the harvest.

After returning to the mansion in the evening, the father and son went into the study to discuss things. Early the next morning, they submitted memorials to the emperor at the morning court.

After reading the memorial, the emperor couldn't believe it. After the court session, he sent someone to the farm again, and this time, court ministers also went with him.

When they went there, everyone was skeptical, but when they came back, they vied with each other to ask the emperor to give them some sweet potatoes to plant, as they also had farms.

The emperor knew that these sweet potatoes were grown by Murong Shu, and that the Wen family was paving the way for his son. How could he let the Wen family down?

"It's no use begging me. I didn't grow this. I can only give you an answer after I ask Ao'er and the Third Madam."

Seeing that it was useless to ask the emperor for help, everyone went to try to establish relationships with the Wen and Mu families, all wanting to become the first group to try growing the seeds.

The emperor would definitely support such a good thing that benefits the country and the people.

The Wen family father and son and the people in the general's mansion refused. The matter had to wait until Murong Shu gave the order.

This time everyone finally believed that it was not just a rumor that the third wife of the Wen family had a say in the mansion.

After Murong Shu learned about this, he counted the sweet potato harvest on the farm and made a trial planting plan for the emperor.

Families who own farms in the suburbs of Beijing can apply for sweet potato seedlings next year. The seedlings will be distributed for free, but 80% of the harvest must be handed over to the court, so that the common people can have sweet potato seedlings.

When they heard that they could get 20% and only had to pay it in the first year, many families were willing to do so, and the matter went very smoothly.

Murong Shu felt that relying solely on these aristocratic families was not enough, so he asked someone to send a letter to Master Rong.

Master Rong immediately decided to plant sweet potatoes in all the fields near Kyoto, so the Rong family became the largest grower of the first batch of sweet potatoes.