"For this matter, just tell the truth," Ye Jiu said.
In ancient times, grain yields were very low, so the promotion of sweet potatoes was actually quite good.
These sweet potatoes came from the Ancient Plane, where their yield was even higher than modern crops, and they were easy to grow successfully. Even sweet potato vines could feed pigs, achieving a situation where nothing was wasted.
Ye Changsheng nodded. With Ye Jiu’s words, he knew what to do next.
Seeing the two of them discussing so casually here, no one could imagine what kind of turmoil would arise in Dongyue when the matter of the sweet potatoes reached the court!
In an era where the yield of ordinary crops per acre was just two or three hundred catties and everyone was still hungry, there was something that could yield seven or eight thousand catties per acre, and this was a modest estimate. In fact, it could reach as much as ten thousand catties. The shock that would be caused by the spread of this news was immeasurable.
And for the County Magistrate of Shuangxi Town, what kind of opportunity was this—for promotion, for wealth!
Since the matter of the sweet potatoes had already caught the government office’s attention, it was no longer possible to do as she initially wanted, which was to turn the sweet potatoes into sweet potato flour.
Next, the government office would surely pay even more attention to this matter, so it would be better to store the sweet potatoes for the time being.
After thinking it through, Ye Jiu continued, "If there are cellars in the manor, store the sweet potatoes there. If not, find someone to dig one. Let’s see what actions the people from the government office take next."
"Yes," Ye Changsheng nodded.
It was only after Ye Changsheng had left that Ye Jiu remembered.
Once the yield of sweet potatoes was reported, it was certain to be regarded as a great achievement.
However, for the Ye Family that had no connections, this might not necessarily be a good thing.
She, perhaps, should start planning early.
That way, rather than being coveted by others later on, she might as well take the initiative to offer up the achievement and let someone else take the credit.
Even though Shuangxi Town was part of Sikong Mo’s fiefdom, Sikong Mo was currently preparing for war. So, the first person Ye Jiu thought of was Prince Jing.
It is said that one should not let the benefits flow into the fields of strangers. Giving it to him was better than letting others take advantage.
Ye Jiu wrote a letter and then placed it into a bamboo tube, which she tied to Ye Bai’s leg. She also put two sweet potatoes in a net bag. Watching Ye Bai fly away with the net bag in his claws, she then returned to her room.
These past few days, Ye Gaosheng had truly experienced what it meant to be worked like a dog.
Ye Jiu planned to start a factory but provided only strategies, leaving all other errands to Ye Gaosheng.
Initially upset because of Qingyue, Ye Gaosheng found that after several days of continuous busyness, he no longer had the heart to think about anything else.
That day, just before evening, Ye Gaosheng finally settled the matter of building the factory and returned home early.
To his surprise, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he found the household bustling about, preparing something he didn’t understand.
Ye Gaosheng was just about to inquire when he turned his head and saw Lin Songhan running toward him, "Fourth Master, the Old Lady is preparing the betrothal gifts. She’s planning to get you a wife."
With a big grin, Ye Songhan, though young, knew that getting a wife was a big joyous event, so he felt happy for Ye Gaosheng in his heart.
As for Ye Gaosheng, the main character of this scenario, he felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
"What are you talking about, getting a wife? Why didn’t mother mention this to me?" Ye Gaosheng disbelievingly strode toward the main compound.
A sourness crept into Ye Gaosheng’s heart. Besides the helplessness he felt in the capital city when his leg was broken, this was the second time he experienced such an emotion. Yet it was more stifling than the last time.