Reborn as a Sickly Child: The Emperor's Beloved

Shen Tingjiang and Yang Wanli traveled non-stop day and night, and finally arrived in Yangzhou seven days later. Their clothes were already soaked with sweat, their faces were exhausted, but their eyes were shining with anticipation.

Yangzhou city is extremely bustling, and the streets and alleys are filled with a strong atmosphere of life.

Shen Jingwen stood at the door, looking around anxiously. When he saw the figures of Shen Tingjiang and Yang Wanli, a happy smile appeared on his face.

Yanyan sent a letter back early, saying that she would ask His Majesty to send someone to deal with the potatoes in the farm. I only knew that His Majesty would send someone, but I didn't know who he would send. When I looked at Shen Tingjiang in front of me, I secretly thought that His Majesty was thoughtful.

Shen Tingjiang stepped forward, bowed, and said respectfully: "My nephew greets my third uncle. I hope I am well."

Yang Wanli also stepped forward and bowed, somewhat excitedly, "This subordinate greets Lord Shen."

Although Yang Wanli was the head of the Ministry of Agriculture, he was also a sixth-rank official, so he still had to salute Shen Jingwen respectfully.

Shen Jingwen waved his hand, signaling Yang Wanli not to be polite. He smiled and said to Shen Tingjiang, "Okay, all is well. I am relieved that His Majesty can send you this time."

"Lord Yang and Tingjiang have been traveling for several days. Let's go to the mansion to rest first and then go to the villa tomorrow."

He felt relieved when his family came to escort Tu Dou to the capital.

Ever since Yanyan told him about the potatoes on the day she went to the capital, he has not dared to slack off day or night. He sent five hundred soldiers to the villa to guard the potatoes day and night. For several months, he has not dared to slack off at all. Now that people have come from the capital, the burden on his shoulders has been lifted.

The two nodded and walked inside.

Everything was ready in the Shen family mansion. The room was clean and comfortable, and the table was filled with sumptuous food. Shen Tingjiang and Yang Wanli washed off the dust from the journey, sat down to enjoy the food, and talked with Shen Jingwen about His Majesty's intentions.

After a day's rest, the next morning, the sunlight shone through the window onto their faces. They quickly got up and hurriedly set out for Lihua Villa with Shen Jingwen.

When they arrived at Lihua Villa, the servants in the villa had already known that the master would bring a distinguished guest, so they began to prepare early.

The courtyard was spotlessly clean, and exquisite tea sets and snacks were placed under the pear tree, as if to welcome the arrival of distinguished guests.

The breeze blew by, and the whole manor was filled with a faint floral fragrance. The servants, dressed in uniform, stood respectfully by the side, with warm smiles on their faces. They carefully arranged every detail to ensure that the nobleman's visit would leave a good impression.

The buildings in the manor are simple and elegant, revealing the traces of time. The antique lanterns hanging in the corridor add a bit of warmth and elegance to the whole manor. The green mountains in the distance are like dark blue, which complement the Lihua Mountain Manor and form a beautiful picture.

When they arrived, they were somewhat surprised by the beautiful scenery of the villa, but they were more eager to harvest potatoes.

Shen Jingwen led the two of them to the fields, followed by the servants who took care of the potatoes in the farm.

The villa was tightly guarded by three thousand soldiers inside and out, and no one outside could get close.

The potatoes were fully ripe, and there were signs of dead grass in the field. The two men looked at the withered field with questioning looks on their faces.

The rows of green potato plants had withered, leaving only dry and black plants. Shen Jingwen signaled the servants, who quickly stepped forward with hoes and gently dug up the dead grass on the ground.

When he gently pushed aside the dead leaves of the potato plants and the dry grass in the ground, what came into view was a bunch of heavy potatoes hidden in the soil.

They come in various shapes, some are round, some are oval, and some are long, like cute little fat men. Some potatoes have smooth skin, while others have small pits or bumps, which are the result of their interaction with the soil during their growth.

During the harvest, the servants carefully dug the potatoes out of the soil, fearing that they would be damaged. Each potato was plump and firm, exuding the fragrance of the earth.

Yang Wanli watched all this with great excitement, his eyes sparkling with joy. The high yield of grains made all his days of hard work disappear, leaving only joy in his heart.

The light yellow potatoes exuded an attractive luster. They were round and plump, as if they contained endless vitality. Yang Wanli bent down and carefully picked up a potato, feeling its heavy weight, and his heart was filled with satisfaction and joy.

He seemed to see a bright future, these potatoes will become delicious food on people's tables, bringing them food, clothing and satisfaction. At this moment, he was happy for the people who left the country.

The sun shines on his face, reflecting his brilliant smile. At this moment, he is integrated with nature and shares the joy of harvest.

Everyone was amazed at the high yield of potatoes and an expression of disbelief appeared on their faces.

Today, such high grain yields are of great significance. They represent the prosperity and stability of the country and guarantee the survival of the people. People seem to have seen the dawn of hope, with a vision of the future in their eyes.

Potatoes, this ordinary yet magical crop, has become the lifeblood of the country. Its abundant production will keep famine away and people will no longer suffer from hunger. Farmers work hard and look at the potatoes on the ground with joy and hope in their hearts.

On this piece of land, several people put aside the shackles of their identities and joined the ranks of digging potatoes. They held hoes and were enthusiastic, as if they were carrying out an interesting competition.

The sun shines on them, reflecting their focused and hardworking figures. Every time they dig a shovel, they can bring out a bunch of heavy potatoes, which roll out of the soil and emit the fragrance of the soil.

As time went by, the potatoes piled higher and higher, like a small mountain. The laughter of several people echoed in the field. They encouraged each other and became more and more motivated. Sweat flowed down their cheeks, but their eyes were full of joy and satisfaction.

At this moment, they forgot their tiredness and devoted themselves to the work, experiencing the joy of harvest.

Under the midday sun, all the potatoes in the field were dug out and piled up into a small hill. It was amazing that this small piece of land could harvest more than 600 kilograms of potatoes.

The potatoes were round and plump, with a slight aroma of soil on the skin. Yang Wanli picked up one with great anticipation, gently wiped off the soil, and the true face of the potato appeared before his eyes. Its skin was light yellow with delicate texture, as if it was a masterpiece of nature.

"Lord Shen, could you please try what this potato tastes like?" Yang Wanli was a little curious and wanted to know whether this potato tasted good or bad.

Shen Jingwen nodded. Yanyan said that the simplest way to eat potatoes is to steam or boil them.

Shen Jingwen picked three, returned to the villa kitchen, and put them in the pot to cook. As the water temperature rose, the aroma of potatoes gradually spread. Yang Wanli couldn't wait to taste it. The soft and delicate taste with a light sweetness greatly satisfied his taste buds.

"The taste is also excellent. The people of my country are blessed." Yang Wanli's eyes were filled with tears and his excitement was beyond words.

Shen Jingwen and Shen Tingjiang also took one each and nodded after trying them.

The three of them did not dare to eat too much, as these were grain seeds that were to be sent to the palace, and each one would be used as grain seeds to be planted by each of them next year.

The three of them put the potatoes into sacks and tied them tightly. After having lunch at the villa, they loaded the potatoes into a carriage and transported them to the city.

As night fell and the lights came on, the Shen Mansion was brightly lit, and everyone in the Shen family gathered together to welcome the two and see them off.

Tomorrow morning, the two will set out on the journey to Beijing.

Shen Tingjiang smiled and greeted his sister and Third Aunt. His eyes first fell on Third Aunt, and a hint of kindness flashed in his eyes. He respectfully bowed to Shen Shen as a junior.

Seeing this, Shen's mother quickly helped him up.

"Is your grandmother in good health? Is your mother and the rest of the family all right?"

Shen Tingjiang nodded, "Grandma is in good health, and everything is fine at home, but she often misses her sisters and Zhimo at the border."

Mother Shen nodded. Zhimo had been at the border for five years. The old lady must be worried about him. She also blamed herself and her husband for not thinking about this and not reporting his safety to the capital.

Shen Tingjiang greeted his sister with a smile, his eyes full of kindness.

Thinking back to when Qingqing got married, the Shen family could not leave Beijing, so they could only send gifts to express their love. At this moment, he looked at Lingling in front of him, his heart filled with love.

After dinner, Shen's mother and Shen Lingling returned to their respective courtyards, leaving the space for the three of them.

Father Shen chatted a lot with Yang Wanli and Shen Tingjiang. Late at night, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

The morning sun shone on the earth. Father Shen, Shen Tingjiang and Yang Wanli were talking in the courtyard. Their expressions were serious, as if they were discussing something important. On the side, a carriage full of potatoes was ready to go, and three thousand guards were lined up in high spirits.

Father Shen looked ahead with a firm gaze, his voice low and powerful: "This trip to the capital is a heavy responsibility, and we must ensure the safe delivery of the potatoes." Shen Tingjiang and Yang Wanli nodded one after another to show their determination.

Following Shen Tingjiang's order, the guards marched in neat steps, escorting the carriage slowly out of the courtyard. They were dressed in uniform armor, with flags flying, looking majestic. Shen Tingjiang and Yang Wanli rode on horses, leading the team forward.

Along the way, the guards remained highly alert. They kept a sharp eye on the surroundings and ensured the safety of the journey. Under their protection, the carriage moved forward steadily, with the wheels rolling and making crisp sounds.

The morning breeze blew on their faces, bringing a slight chill, but their hearts were full of a sense of mission. Father Shen looked at the backs of the people, and a feeling of emotion welled up in his heart. He knew the importance of this mission, which was not only related to the honor of the family, but also to the interests of the country.

The team moved farther and farther away and disappeared into the distant morning light. They set out on the journey to the capital with a cart of potatoes and three thousand guards.