Seeing that Lao Jiang and Lao Cao were both there, Sun Jian was too lazy to make any more trips. He quickly told them to ask the villagers who were involved in farming to spare some time to watch over the potato seedlings so that they wouldn't be eaten by the refugees.
Sun Jian no longer wanted his hard-earned "grain" to be wasted.
Cao Cao and Jiang Ziya are now Sun Jian's staunch followers, and upon receiving the order, they immediately gathered their men to carry it out.
"Zijian, steam these potatoes and give them to Lord Wang later."
"Yes, my husband."
After arranging some matters, Sun Jian strode into the room.
Upon entering, the village chief and several elderly villagers stood up to show their respect, while also exchanging pleasantries with Sun Jian.
"Sir, are you going to the fields?"
When Wang Zhongwu saw that Sun Jian was covered in mud, he immediately asked him what was wrong.
"Hmm, didn't I say I was going to give you something good to eat? Wait a bit, I reckon you'll be able to eat in about half an hour."
"But this year is a year of famine, so what exactly is it... Sir, you are so mysterious, could it be some kind of food that I have never seen before?"
Magistrate Wang thought to himself, there are only a few kinds of grains. As the local official, even if he had never eaten them, it was impossible that he had never seen them.
"Don't ask, you'll find out soon enough."
Sun Jian deliberately kept everyone in suspense.
Fortunately, the village elders were all there. Like Magistrate Wang, they had never seen potatoes before. They had only heard the villagers mention them and were helping Sun Jian plant potatoes.
Today is a good day to show them what a mature potato looks like.
Giving them food isn't necessarily a bad thing; it will make it easier for the villagers to cooperate in producing more grain in the future.
As for the problem of stealing food and taking things, Sun Jian couldn't completely eradicate it; he could only try to reduce these situations as much as possible.
Seeing that his inquiries were fruitless, Magistrate Wang brought up another important matter.
"To be honest, I wrote a letter of recommendation to my mentor, Governor Yao, a few days ago."
"Governor Yao?"
"Letter of recommendation?"
Sun Jian had a vague sense of unease.
Who is this Governor Yao?
The name sounds like it comes from a very high-ranking official...
Wang Zhongwu wrote a letter of recommendation... Could it be that he's recommending himself for an official position?
Holy crap!
It seems that Old Deng is still fixated on him!
Before Sun Jian could confirm, a respected elder in the village, upon hearing that it was Governor Yao, immediately brightened up and asked with great excitement.
"Governor Yao? Is that Yao Tianzheng from Yongzhou, Governor Yao?"
"Exactly."
"My God, it's Governor Yao! He's the highest-ranking official in our Yongzhou region. All military and civil affairs in Yongzhou are concentrated in Governor Yao's hands."
"Ahem, I never would have guessed that Governor Yao was actually Lord Wang's mentor. No wonder, no wonder, truly a great teacher produces a great student."
Sun Jian rolled his eyes at the old men, thinking they looked like they'd never seen the world.
According to them, isn't the governor-general equivalent to the provincial party secretary and the commander of the provincial military region in later times?
Is it really necessary to make such a fuss? It's like they think Governor Yao knows them.
Besides, the Yongzhou region of Dagan wasn't that big. It was only the central part of Shaanxi and parts of Gansu in later generations. At most, it was just a small or medium-sized province. Why make such an exaggeration?
After coughing twice, the village chief also sighed with emotion.
"Governor Yao is a founding hero of our Great Gan, as everyone knows. He is a confidant of Emperor Wu of Great Gan and the heir of a family of renowned physicians in Great Gan. To be able to meet Governor Yao once in this life would be a life well-lived."
Magistrate Wang shook his head with a wry smile: "To be honest, I am ashamed to say that Master Yao only had me as his last disciple. He always said that I had inherited his mantle, but I never expected that I would let my wife almost die on her bed. If it weren't for the help of a remarkable person like Mr. Sun, my wife would probably have died that day!"
Sun Jian understood.
He had been wondering why, after he treated Madam Wang, Magistrate Wang had only come forward to check on her before kneeling down to thank him.
Only today did he realize that Magistrate Wang himself was a medical student, and he knew from the start that he had not used the Resurrection Needle, but had completely cured Madam Wang.
"In my letter of recommendation, I mentioned Mr. Sun's medical skills and courage. Governor Yao also replied the day before yesterday. In addition to praise and greetings, he also said that he would personally come to Hongnong County on the fifteenth of August to meet Mr. Sun."
"So it wasn't a recommendation for me to become an official. That's good, that's good."
When Sun Jian heard that it wasn't about giving him an official position, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir, are you so averse to becoming an official?"
Sun Jian replied irritably, "Of course, why be an official if there's nothing wrong with it? I don't want to be bound by anything, and I certainly don't want to be involved in factional strife."
"What's the point of spending all day scheming and plotting against those people in officialdom?"
"Hehe, I'm afraid the decision of whether you become an official is not up to you, sir."
Wang Zhongwu laughed heartily and stroked his small mustache.
"What does this mean?" Sun Jian asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Is it because I know medicine and because of this bandit suppression operation?"
Magistrate Wang smiled and shook his head: "Not only that, sir, you are a young prodigy. Not only are your medical skills superb, but you have also invented agricultural tools, hand grenades, and various powerful military weapons. You even have such wisdom. Whether you become an official or not is not up to me to decide."
Sun Jian, too lazy to listen to Magistrate Wang's praise, quickly said, "Lord Wang, let me emphasize again, I don't want to be an official. Surely no one is forcing me to become one, right?"
Sun Jian was almost ready to speak his mind.
With this system in hand, I'll become the Emperor of the Ninth Nine, I don't even care about the Supreme Emperor of the Ninth Five, why should I be a damn official!
"Lord Wang, you are the magistrate of this county. As long as you don't report to your superiors, who can take me away from the village to become an official?"
Magistrate Wang said calmly, "Sir, you are mistaken."
"Even if I don't report the matter of becoming an official, the story of Sunjiazhuang annihilating more than 500 bandits with zero losses, as well as those powerful weapons, will spread like wildfire in a short time. Our Dagang Kingdom's spies are not to be trifled with..."
Upon hearing this, Sun Jian's heart sank.
You should know how terrifying rumors can be.
This rumor spread like wildfire, and who knows, it might reach the ears of that damned Emperor Wu one day.
He was a founding emperor, not a successor; he had all the necessary skills and methods.
It seems there's no way to avoid it now. Hopefully, I'll have some leverage to protect myself before that day comes.
For now, we can only take it one step at a time.
"Wait, the fifteenth of August? Isn't that tomorrow?"
"It's tomorrow!"
"And Governor Yao will arrive first thing tomorrow morning."
Sun Jian calculated the days and said to Magistrate Wang, "Tomorrow won't work. I promised my wives I'd accompany them to admire the moon."
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