A seven or eight-year-old boy with sunken cheeks but bright, sparkling eyes.
He grabbed a piece of boiled corn and wolfed it down.
The corn kernels were plump, juicy, and sweet. He ate them with his mouth full, and a satisfied smile, unlike anything he had ever seen before, appeared on his little face.
"Delicious! Mom! It's so delicious! It's even better than the meat we ate during Chinese New Year!"
More people gathered around, sharing these delicious foods they had never seen before.
"My goodness! This thing called a potato, it smells so good when it's roasted!"
"These sweet potatoes are so sweet and soft, they melt in your mouth! Even the gods couldn't eat this good!"
"Mountain Goddess! You are truly a living deity who saves us from suffering in Anping County!"
The crowd laughed and cried at the same time, and everywhere there were sounds of satisfied chewing and grateful exclamations.
Liu Mingyuan stood there dumbfounded, staring at the scene before him, as if he had been struck by lightning.
His gaze was fixed on the sweet potatoes and potatoes that the people were eagerly tasting, and his throat felt as if something was stuck in it.
Sweet potato? Potato?
How is that possible?
This is clearly a high-yield crop that only existed in his previous life!
These things should never exist in this era, in this world!
Moreover, judging from the number of those sacks, it was by no means a small number!
His previous accusations of "setting up" and "deception".
Compared to these real grains that can save countless lives, they seem so pale and powerless, even somewhat laughable!
Could it be that the mountain goddess, whom we have never met, really possesses such extraordinary abilities?
Just as Liu Mingyuan was deeply shaken and his worldview was on the verge of collapse.
A farmer, his mouth glistening with oil from eating a roasted potato, grinned and came over, handing him the remaining half of the potato.
"Your Excellency, would you like to try some?"
"These divine potatoes bestowed by the Mountain Goddess are so fragrant! I've never tasted anything so delicious!"
Liu Mingyuan suddenly came to his senses, looking at the half-eaten, dark but fragrant roasted potato, his expression shifting.
He took a deep breath, suddenly waved his hand, and his voice was extremely hoarse.
"I will not take a single needle or thread from the people, nor will I accept food offered with contempt!"
The man withdrew his hand in disappointment.
Liu Mingyuan glanced at the mountains of grain with complicated emotions, then at the people whose faces lit up with smiles after eating, and a hard corner of his heart seemed to be quietly crumbling.
He gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind.
"but……"
"I, too, will buy some!"
His voice was firm and resolute.
"I want to see for myself whether this grain is truly the same as what I remember! Whether it can truly solve the urgent crisis in Anping County!"
Xia Yan observed Liu Mingyuan's changing expressions with great interest.
Hearing this, she smiled and walked over.
"Oh? The magistrate is also buying?"
She extended her slender finger and pointed to the long queue of people waiting to buy grain, which stretched as far as the eye could see.
"Then you'll have to wait in line, Your Excellency."
Xia Yan blinked her beautiful heterochromatic eyes, her tone relaxed.
"Our Mountain Goddess said that all living beings are equal. When it comes to buying things, it's naturally a matter of first come, first served, regardless of rank or position."
Liu Mingyuan's cheek twitched suddenly.
But when his gaze fell once again on the piles of sweet potatoes and potatoes radiating life, and on the faces that had been rekindled with hope because of food.
The feeling of frustration in my heart strangely dissipated.
Finally, he took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.
"Very well! I'll get in line now!"
After saying that, he actually turned around, silently walked to the end of the long line, and stood still.
The eyes of the constables behind him nearly popped out of their sockets.
"grown ups?"
A usually quick-witted constable stammered as he stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
"Shouldn't we smash their stall?"
Liu Mingyuan suddenly turned around, his eyes sharp as knives, making the constable's heart tremble.
"What are you smashing?"
"All of you, open your eyes wide and see clearly!"
He pointed to the grain.
"These! These are all rare, high-yield crops!"
"Anyone who dares to touch a single hair of this grain, I will be the first to skin them alive!"
He glared fiercely at the constables, his tone more stern than ever before.
"You all stay put and behave yourselves! Do you hear me?"
Those constables had never seen their county magistrate look like this before.
They fell silent, nodding in agreement, but their hearts were filled with surprise and confusion.
What's wrong with this county magistrate who usually scoffs at talk of ghosts and gods today?
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