Chapter 484 Sweet Potato
When Meng Huaining arrived at the crime scene, he could see that the prefect was in a state of panic.
Seeing Meng Huaining, the prefect forgot to show off in front of his subordinates and said in a tearful voice:
"Master Meng, take a look at this, what should we do?"
Meng Huaining also pretended to be frightened.
"Sir, why were so many people killed?"
"I don't know either. I was called here while I was sleeping..."
The prefect was feeling overwhelmed at this moment. If someone could help him with this matter, he would rather obey orders.
Meng Huaining also saw what he was thinking. After a moment's silence, he reminded him, "Sir, such a big thing has happened. Should we report it to the court?"
This sentence was like a revelation to the prefect.
"You are right. We must report it to the court."
The prefect wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued, "But with so many people dead, even if we report this to the court, we still need an explanation, right?"
"What you mean, sir, is that you want to find the murderer before reporting it?" Meng Huaining spoke in a very calm tone, but in his heart he was mocking the prefect's incompetence.
Being able to sit in the position of prefect, he must not be completely clueless, but it is not surprising that the prefect would be at a loss when faced with such a big thing.
After talking with Meng Huaining for a few words, the prefect had calmed down a little.
He ordered his men, "Go and investigate for me the cause of death of these people."
Seeing this, Meng Huaining couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips.
Is it necessary to investigate the cause of death of these people?
His body was covered in wounds and blood, and it was obvious that he had been beaten to death.
In this case, we need to investigate what weapon killed the person and check whether there are any clues of the murderer in the surrounding area.
Although Meng Huaining was complaining in his heart, he did not show it. He wished the prefect was a little stupid!
It would be best if nothing was found, and when reporting to the court, the only thing they could say was that more than 200 people were killed on the official road.
Anyway, the purpose of the Mohists not cleaning up the battlefield was to give the Queen's party a warning. As long as the effect can be achieved, the process is not important at all.
After much investigation, the prefect's men could only find out that these people were shot to death by arrows, and some were stabbed. As for any clues, there was no trace at all.
Although there were countless footprints on the ground, there were already many people passing by on the official road, so this was not a clue to finding the murderer.
The prefect had no idea about the matter, so he could only bite the bullet and write a memorial to the court, saying that a major murder case had occurred under his jurisdiction, with more than 200 deaths, and the murderer was very cunning and left no clues.
He initially judged that it might be the bandits nearby who attacked and injured people.
As for whether there were bandits around, the prefect had no idea. However, when he submitted a memorial to the capital, he couldn't say that these people died in unclear circumstances and there was no one to suspect. The emperor would certainly think he was incompetent.
Meng Huaining personally accompanied the prefect back to the yamen to write a memorial. After watching the officers leave with the letter, he returned to Yuncheng. As for how to deal with the bodies, it was not his concern.
As long as everything goes according to Mohism's plan, it will be fine.
Instead of going to the yamen, he went straight back to Xiling Village and told Mo Jiuye the news.
Mo Jiuye had the same idea. They were not ready to go to the capital at the moment. Besides, he also planned to listen to the news from Nanrui or Fei Nanyu in the capital before making any plans.
Everything today was developing as he wished, so he would just wait and see.
After this incident, the Mo family's life returned to its previous peace. However, the training of the soldiers on the mountain did not slacken at all. Except for Mo Jiuye, the brothers in the family went up the mountain every day to train with them.
Mo Jiuye was not idle either. He Zhiran was in confinement after giving birth, and he had to arrange all the big and small matters at home personally.
For example, the sweet potatoes they planted in the fields this year have matured, and the old colleagues in his family have all gone up the mountain for training, so he can only go to the village to ask people to help dig them.
Because the seeds were produced in the space, the crops were not picky about climate and soil, and the sweet potatoes dug out were extremely large. Mo Jiuye specially checked the yield per mu, and it reached as much as 5,000 kilograms, which was almost exactly the same as the yield in his wife's space.
In order to verify the quality, Mo Jiuye lit a fire in the field and roasted sweet potatoes in public.
The aroma of ripe sweet potatoes attracted countless people to watch.
He roasted these sweet potatoes with the intention of letting everyone taste them, so how could he be stingy? What's more, he had 30 acres of sweet potato fields at home, with a yield of more than 100,000 kilograms, so there would be enough for these people to eat.
Mo Jiuye distributed the roasted sweet potatoes to the villagers who helped with the work for them to taste.
If it were in early spring, the villagers would not understand why the Mo family planted these strange things, and might even think that they were rich and willful and wasting arable land resources.
But after the Mohists had grown some vegetables, fruits and melons, they no longer had such ideas.
They had participated in many of the Mo family's picking trips and had tasted a little bit of the food. All of the food was so delicious, completely beyond their imagination.
Therefore, this time Mo Jiuye gave them roasted sweet potatoes. Not to mention how attractive the sweet smell was before, based on the foods that the Mo family had cooked before, the taste of these sweet potatoes was definitely extraordinary.
It is no exaggeration to say that the sweet potatoes produced in the space are even sweeter than the malt sugar of this era, and they are extremely filling.
Anyone who eats sweet potatoes will give a thumbs up to praise them.
"Laojiu, this thing called sweet potato is so delicious, it must be very valuable, right?"
A member of the Zhao family asked.
When the Mo family was doing spring plowing and planting, their clan leader had kindly advised Mo Jiuye not to mess around and avoid wasting the farmland.
The poverty of the Northwest is not just a casual statement. It is mainly because the soil quality of the arable land in the region is poor and the grain output is far lower than that of other regions.
However, they completely refreshed their understanding today. It was not that their arable land was bad, but that they did not have such good seeds.
Take sweet potatoes for example, the yield per mu reached 5,000 kilograms, which is dozens of times more than the wheat and sorghum they planted.
And the taste of sweet potatoes is so good that it is hard to describe in words.
Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran had already promised Meng Huaining that they were willing to sell corn and sweet potato seeds to the government for large-scale planting by the people of Yuncheng next year.
Therefore, there was no need for him to hide it.
“The yield of sweet potatoes is high, so the price will naturally be very cheap.
I have already promised Lord Meng that we will keep some of these sweet potatoes and sell the rest to the government, so that the people of Yuncheng can all plant them next year."
"Laojiu, are you serious? Are you willing to share such good sweet potato seeds?"
The villagers of Zhao family were so excited that they almost went forward to hug him, but fortunately Mo Jiuye dodged quickly.
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