Reborn Ugly Girl Farming to Support the Family

Zheng Xiaoman felt sick to his stomach after meeting such a psychopath for no apparent reason.

She looked at Yang Shuhuai very depressed, "What should we do next?"

If it was just her, she wouldn't feel too scared. She had died once, and the worst that could happen was that both of them would die.

But she has a family now, and they are just ordinary people. How can they go head-on with a local governor?

Yang Shuhuai sensed her anxiety and soothed her: "Don't worry too much. After all, I have the title of Juren. It won't be easy for them to touch me."

Zheng Xiaoman sighed. There was no other way now. He could only take it one step at a time.

Yang Shuhuai was not as worried as Zheng Xiaoman. As long as they could return to the village safely, they should be safe.

Because he knew that there was a big Buddha in their small village, and that Buddha was the teacher of the current prince.

A prefect is really not good enough in front of him.

But judging by the time, it should be almost time for Master Fang to return to the capital.

Therefore, this matter must be resolved before he returns to the capital.

The carriage continued to move forward, leaving the city. Some ragged people appeared in twos and threes on the road.

Zheng Xiaoman lifted the car curtain and looked out. The clothes on these people were all dirty and torn. Some of them had families with them and were pushing their household belongings on carts.

"Brother Shuhuai, are these people refugees?"

Yang Shuhuai also looked outside. "Well, they should be refugees from the north. Before I came back, the north had been suffering from drought since last year.

We are experiencing drought this year, and the situation in the north is expected to be even more severe.”

Zheng Xiaoman was a little worried. "If it doesn't rain here, I guess next year won't be much better."

There is a river next to their village, and every household in the village grows high-yield sweet potatoes, so their situation is always much better than that of others.

But other places won't be so lucky.

Yang Shuhuai also thought of the sweet potatoes grown in their village and the huge water wheels by the river, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

There is a drought in the north right now. If they can provide the court with high-yield grain seeds at this time and help the court alleviate the disaster, it would definitely be a great achievement.

Moreover, the Master could report this matter to the imperial court, thus preventing anyone from embezzling the Zheng family's credit.

Yang Shuhuai turned his gaze to Zheng Xiaoman: "Xiaoman, have you ever thought about offering your family's sweet potatoes to the imperial court?"

Zheng Xiaoman was stunned for a moment; "Ah? Are you saying that we should donate our sweet potatoes?"

Yang Shuhuai smiled and shook his head, "No, I mean to provide the sweet potato seeds to the court.

There is a drought in the north now, and the fields have produced almost no harvest. Food shortages are very serious everywhere.

Sweet potatoes are a high-yield variety that can produce several thousand kilograms per mu. If their cultivation can be promoted, it will definitely save many people.

What’s more, sweet potatoes are highly cold-resistant, so as long as the area is not particularly drought-prone, a certain yield can be guaranteed.”

Seeing that Zheng Xiaoman seemed to understand something, he continued to explain to her: "If you contribute sweet potato seeds in a normal prosperous era, at most you will get a reward.

But now is a special period. Your sweet potatoes can save many lives and help the court alleviate the pressure of disaster relief.

Then you will have accomplished a great feat.”

Zheng Xiaoman finally understood what he meant. "I understand. You want me to exchange sweet potatoes for rewards from the court. This way, even the prefect's nephew won't dare to touch me easily!"

Yang Shuhuai smiled appreciatively, "Yes, that's what I mean."

Zheng Xiaoman was relieved that there was a way to deal with that lunatic.

But then she hesitated again, "How can I donate these sweet potato seeds? Should I go directly to the county government office to find the county magistrate? He may not even see me."

What she wanted to say more was that she told the county magistrate about the sweet potato matter, and the county magistrate reported it to the prefect, and then the report was passed up the chain of command, so how much credit could she get in the end?

Yang Shuhuai looked at her and said solemnly: "I understand what you mean. If you believe me, how about letting me handle this matter?"

Zheng Xiaoman nodded immediately, "Of course I believe you, and Brother Shuhuai, as a juren, you are definitely much better than ordinary people like us."

Hearing the other party's trust in him, Yang Shuhuai smiled slightly, "Then I will arrange this matter after I return. By the way, there is also the blueprint of the waterwheel. Do you want to submit it as well?"

Zheng Xiaoman immediately said: "Of course, the more chips we have in our hands, the more benefits we can get, right?"

Yang Shuhuai admired her insight, and the two of them discussed the specific details until the carriage returned to Wangjia Village.

When they got home, the moon was already high in the sky.

Yang Shuhuai got off the car in front of his house, and Tietou drove him and Zheng Xiaoman back to Zheng's house.

Everyone in the house was asleep at this time. Tietou knocked on the door several times before someone came over and opened the door for them.

Zheng Xiaoman didn't wake up his family. He simply washed up quietly, went to the kitchen to get some food, and then went back to his room to sleep.

The next morning, the Zheng family realized that she had returned. Zhou Chunfeng looked at her eldest daughter who came out of the house in surprise, "Xiaoman, when did you come back?"

Zheng Xiaoman yawned, "I came back late last night, and you were all asleep, so I didn't wake you up."

Zhou Chunfeng looked at her disapprovingly, "Girl, why are you in such a hurry to go back? How dangerous is it to walk on the road at night?"

Zheng Dashan also came out of the house at this time. After hearing what his wife said, he also said, "That's right, girl, if you have something to do, you can't wait until the morning.

If anything happens on the way, your mother and I will be very worried."

Zheng Xiaoman touched his nose and said, "Hey, something happened suddenly. And I didn't come back by myself. I just happened to meet Brother Shuhuai. We came back together yesterday."

Zhou Chunfeng perked up when she heard this, she smiled and said: "Oh, you met Shu Huai, that's really a coincidence.

You weren't at home yesterday, so you didn't know that several waves of people came to our village to bring the good news.

You said that the child was really amazing, he passed the imperial examination at such a young age, and I heard that he got first place this time."

Zheng Dashan also smiled and said, "That's right. If the imperial examination is not held next spring, Shu Huai will really become an official.

By then, the Yang family will probably no longer stay in the village. They will definitely follow Shu Huai wherever he goes."

Zheng Xiaoman continued, "Ah, but Brother Shuhuai said that he would not take the imperial examination. He has no intention of becoming an official, so he does not plan to continue taking the examination."

When these words were spoken, everyone in the yard was surprised.

Zhou Chunfeng's eyes widened. "What? You don't want to be an official? Well, after studying for so many years, what else can you do if you don't want to be an official?"