The system favors me so much, I get eight meals a day while escaping from famine

After ending the conversation, Jiang Qingyi stared at the fabric she had just bought and felt worried.

I originally thought that there was no suitable clothing left in the house and I needed to make more. However, after receiving the lower-grade magical instrument from Venerable Tianshu, these fabrics were no longer so necessary.

Old Mrs. Jiang came out of the house and said, "Xiaowu, what are you doing standing outside? Let me see what material you bought."

She commented as she flipped through the fabrics, "This material is nice, the pattern is beautiful, it's suitable for little girls, this one is also nice, this one is also good, Xiaowu has good taste."

Jiang Qingyi looked at her with a wry smile, "Grandma, it seems that you don't need to make so many clothes."

"Why? You bought clothes that were already made by others? You kid!" Old Mrs. Jiang raised her hand and was about to slap Jiang Qingyi.

Before her hand fell, Jiang Qingyi said quickly, "I didn't buy any. My master gave me some new clothes and will give them to me in two days."

Old Lady Jiang's hand still fell on Jiang Qingyi's back. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's okay. I can make it slowly. I saw some clothes made by others in the city before. The style is so nice. I'll make it for you."

Jiang Qingyi certainly couldn't refuse this heavy love, so she nodded and agreed, "Grandma, there's no rush to make clothes. If you want to make them, do it. If you don't want to make them, leave them alone. I have clothes to wear."

"Okay, I got it. I'll make you some clothes tomorrow."

Jiang Qingyi picked out two pieces of cloth that she didn't like so much and put them in the space, and sent the rest to Old Lady Jiang's room.

Two days later was the monthly trading day agreed upon with Venerable Tianshu. Jiang Qingyi got up early in the morning and sent the spiritual spring water over.

This time, Venerable Tianshu replied immediately. He sent over the spiritual plant seeds, spiritual stones and several low-grade magical instruments that Jiang Qingyi wanted.

Venerable Tianshu also reminded him, "My friend, I don't know what the purpose of your spiritual plant seeds is, but each spiritual plant has its own specific growth environment and is difficult to grow. Even if it can survive, your world should not be able to reach the conditions for maturity."

[Thanks for the reminder. I was just curious. Whether it can be grown is secondary. I don’t care about this.]

【That’s good. 】

After closing the conversation, Jiang Qingyi took out the low-grade magic weapon she had just obtained.

She had forgotten to ask about the style of the dress, but fortunately it was not much different from the clothes where she was.

The three magic tools are white, light green and goose yellow respectively. They look no different from ordinary clothes, but the materials feel very comfortable.

It felt light and weightless when she put it on. Jiang Qingyi mobilized her spiritual power, and the clothes, which were originally too long, became fitter.

She turned around on the spot and thought the dress was very nice.

In fact, one of these things is enough. Immortal cultivators all know the art of cleaning. However, there are no immortal cultivators in the environment where she lives. If she doesn't change her clothes, others will think she is very unhygienic. That's why Jiang Qingyi asked Venerable Tianshu for two more pieces.

Jiang Qingyi's life on the farm was very comfortable. Her daily routine was to practice and complete tasks. Occasionally, she would go to the city to deliver food to others.

The potatoes planted in the field do not need to be carefully cared for. The place she chose to plant potatoes is mostly sandy, which is suitable for potato growth.

When the potato seedlings were growing lushly, Jiang Qingyi resisted the urge to dig them out and take a look, and let the potatoes grow well in the field.

Time passed quickly and it was already mid-June. The potatoes planted in the field had matured, and the originally green and upright seedlings had slumped down.

Jiang Qingyi was thinking of a way to let the emperor know quickly. Her uncle was an official and he was the easiest person to see the emperor.

After breakfast that day, Old Lady Jiang asked, "Xiaowu, the potato seedlings in our field have all withered, why haven't they produced any fruit yet?"

Jiang Qingyi was a little confused, "Grandma, didn't I tell you that these potatoes grow in the ground?"

Old Mrs. Jiang was also stunned. "Ah, you didn't tell me. I was worried that this large piece of land would not produce any harvest!"

Jiang Qingyi suddenly laughed, holding her belly, "Hahaha, I thought I told you before that you already knew it."

Old Mrs. Jiang stared at her unhappily, "If you had told me, I wouldn't have asked this."

After a while, Jiang Qingyi finally stopped laughing and went to get a hoe and a basket to go out. "Grandma, let's go dig potatoes."

"These potatoes can be dug after more than three months of planting?"

"Normally it takes 80 days for the potatoes to mature, but I've waited 20 more days. The potatoes have grown big. Let's go dig one out and take a look."

Although Old Mrs. Jiang had eaten dishes made with potatoes, she had never seen where potatoes came from, and she was also a little skeptical about the 3,000 kilograms per mu yield that Jiang Qingyi mentioned.

When she got to the field, Jiang Qingyi casually pulled up the seedling at the edge, and with a hoe she felt something was not right, thinking that she had probably dug up one of the potatoes in the field and ruined it.

After loosening the soil around the potato plant, Jiang Qingyi threw the hoe aside, squatted down and began to dig in the soil.

Old Mrs. Jiang also squatted beside her and helped.

Jiang Qingyi first dug out the two rotten halves of the potato. She held them up to show Old Lady Jiang, "Grandma, look at this potato. It weighs at least three pounds, and it's rotten."

Old Mrs. Jiang was shocked and distressed when she looked at the potatoes in Jiang Qingyi's hands. How could such big potatoes be rotten?

But she also knew that Jiang Qingyi had rarely done farm work, and she couldn't bear to blame her.

The two dug in the soil for a while and finally found one. The potatoes they dug out filled the small basket that Jiang Qingyi brought.

Jiang Qingyi stood up and patted the dirt off her hands. She looked at Old Lady Jiang with some pride, "Grandma, what do you think of the yield? I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Old Mrs. Jiang's eyes sparkled with tears, and her voice was a little choked. "Great, that's great. If we had this thing during the famine, so many people wouldn't have starved to death..."

Hearing this, Jiang Qingyi fell silent. She really didn't have any big ambitions, but she was still willing to promote these high-yield potatoes.

Coming here from a peaceful and stable era, she still felt sad when she saw those people who were so hungry that their faces were pale and their bodies were thin, and who sold their children for a bite of food.

She had no intention of promoting potatoes herself. If the ruler knew that there was such a high-yield thing, as long as he was in a clear mind, there was no way he would not do something.

In the afternoon, Jiang Qingyi dug a basket of potatoes and brought it to Jiang Wenbin's house in the city. The servants knew that she was the master's niece and invited her in directly.

When Jiang Wenbin got home from work, he was a little surprised to see Jiang Qingyi, "Xiaowu, how come you have time to come to my uncle's place today?"

"Uncle, I need your help with something."

"If you have any problem, just tell me. I will definitely help if I can."

Jiang Qingyi pointed at the big basket in the corner and said, "That potato, one mu can produce 3,000 kilograms, you..."