I became a group pet after dressing as nine elder brothers

Kangxi took Yinzhen to travel lightly.

The two wore exactly the same melon caps and the same solid-color gowns. They held hands and they could be seen as a pair of father and son. Behind them were a few guards in casual clothes, pretending to be wealthy businessmen who came out to play, and wandered around cheerfully. .

Soon, a terraced field that had not yet been reclaimed appeared in front of the group of people.

The shape of the terraced fields is quite different from that of ordinary fields.

Yinzhen let out a wow exclamation and looked up, only to see terraced fields stretching all the way to the mountainside, and there were only small paths built of stones between the fields for people to pass up and down.In this short period of time, Yinzhen has already seen several old farmers carrying poles or bamboo baskets up and down.

Of course, more old farmers are leading their oxen in the fields, and following their steps, huge iron pear rakes are plowing the ground.

It should be a thriving spring scene, but the faces of the old farmers are not smiling at all, and no one pays attention to Yinzhen and his party walking by the edge of the field.

Yinzhen looked around.

Most of these old farmers are similar to the people in Huangzhuang, and they are generally dark-skinned and thin. The only difference is that there are many children who are only five or six years old, six or seven years old. , obviously already accustomed to such labor.

Just looking at it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Especially for Yinzhen, who has tried farming for a long time and is so tired that she can't straighten her waist and has blisters on the palms and soles of her hands, it is especially mixed.

The previous mood of playing gradually dissipated.

Yinzhen pouted and kicked the stones on the road sullenly.Just when Kangxi was about to say a few words of comfort, there was a burst of noise not far away.

Many of the old farmers who were busy working in the farmland stopped, stood up straight and looked into the distance. In the end, many people left the cattle three steps and two steps away. ran to the shade.

Seeing such a posture, Yinzhen had no time to be depressed.Unable to restrain his curiosity, he dragged Kangxi to trot over to join in the fun.

Surrounded by a group of old farmers was a young scribe. He blushed so anxiously that he waved his hands in the face of everyone's scolding: "I'm not a liar, really! I'm really not a liar! These things don't charge money! "

"No money?"

"Free?"

Hearing the words of the scribe, some villagers who joined in the fun began to commotion.Yinzhen looked up at these people, their eyes were full of greed and desire, following their gaze Yinzhen noticed the bamboo basket in the hands of the young scholar.

There were a few dirty things inside.

"Confused! Confused!"

An old man in the lead took a cane and slammed on the ground: "You will believe this liar as soon as he says it? Don't forget that the Sangouzi's house next door was destroyed because of the liar's house!"

There was a moment of silence.

Immediately afterwards, the villagers who had the word longing in their eyes took a step back in unison, and looked at the young scribe in horror: "That's right! My uncle is right! Folks, don't listen to this liar's nonsense. .”

"Nonsense! Liar!"

"Where in the world can I get something for free!?"

Following the agreement of some villagers, the villagers present immediately yelled: "If there is such a food in the world, how come it comes out now!? Besides, if you planted your sweet potato, there will be no crops for several months. , what shall we eat later?"

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

The voices of questions from the villagers rose louder and louder, and the scholar blushed anxiously and waved his hands: "Villagers—Xiaosheng is a scholar, so he won't lie!"

It's a pity that the surrounding villagers didn't take his explanation to heart at all.It should be said that the more the scribes talked about it, the angrier they became: "Scholars like you, how do you know the suffering of our farmers? You are talking nonsense. What if the crops are not food? Several people in our village starved to death last year!"

"...Starved to death?" Yinzhen was startled by these words.

His stomach growled with hunger after he didn't eat a meal. How terrible is this starving to death?

Kangxi reached out and touched Yinzhen's little head.

He said reassuringly, "These starved to death... a few, not too many."

Yinzhen was slightly taken aback: "...Huh?"

Guerjia's guard explained: "A few years ago there was a severe drought, except for Jiangnan and other places, it was better. Many places around Zhili had no crops, and the displaced people could only eat grass roots, bark or even yellow mud... ...very miserable."

"Grass roots? Bark? And yellow mud?"

Yinzhen took a closer look at the sallow and emaciated faces of these farmers, and he felt more and more ashamed in his heart, and he firmly remembered that food should not be wasted!

Deceiving these old farmers, this liar will not forgive!

Yinzhen turned her head to stare at the scribe aggressively, and decided to arrest the liar and send him to the official.

The young scribe wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

He took a few steps back as the villagers approached, pleading all over his face: "Gentlemen! You don't need all the land, you just have to try a small piece of land, a small piece of land will be fine! It will be this kind of land after planting. Big and sweet sweet potatoes, the output is several times that of rice, and the taste is amazing! You guys try it and see if the year—"

"roll roll roll!"

"Shoot this liar out!"

Under the excitement of the crowd, Yinzhen heard the excited voice of the system Shushu: [Host!Host!Come on!That's a good thing! ]

[nice one?etc!You mean that's not a liar? ]

[Yes!The ones in that basket are sweet potatoes, and the yield is very, very high!Sweet and delicious, it is also very convenient to eat. It is said that it is delicious whether it is baked or boiled! ]

[It is said? ]

[I'm a system, and I haven't had a body before, so naturally I haven't tasted this.hey-hey!I can taste it after the host helps me exchange a body! ] System Shushu's two small paws are rubbing lightly, and a pair of beady eyes are shining.

[Then you don’t know the taste of red bean cake, Shaqima and sweet rice dumplings? ]

[This is not waiting for the body to be exchanged. ]

[(.) Has a certain system forgotten, because of the behavior of a certain system, our points are still negative. ]

System Shushu: ...

It inexplicably felt that it had been poked several times QAQ, and the system rat became angry with embarrassment: [Anyway, this thing is a good thing! ]

[This can really fill the stomachs of the villagers? ]

Yinzhen stood on tiptoe and couldn't see the appearance of sweet potatoes: [Then we should persuade them to plant them? ]

[Yes!If you can successfully spread the sweet potato, the host's task progress will definitely soar! ]

Hear the affirmative answer from the system.

Yinzhen stretched out his hand and pulled Kangxi's sleeve robe: "Khan... Daddy, I don't think this big brother is a liar."

Kangxi was noncommittal.

But Yinzhen wanted to stop him, but he didn't dissuade him, and ordered a few guards to come forward—the old farmers who regarded the young scribes as liars raised their sticks and hoes and chased the young scribes, let alone go up to persuade them, The guards hastened to protect the emperor and elder brother Jiu in the middle, for fear of accidentally implicating the masters.

The angry villagers chased and beat the scribe for tens of meters, until he was nowhere to be found again, then spit on the ground a few times and walked back cursing.

Watching the old farmers go away completely.

Yinzhen hurriedly ran to the side of the bushes, raised her head and looked up at the tree: "Uncle—uncle! The farmers are all gone, you are well."

For a long time, there was no other sound except the rustling of leaves.

Yinzhen tilted his little head to look at it for a long time, and couldn't help shouting again, but this time Guerjia's guard stopped him.

"Brother Guerjia?" Yinzhen was quite puzzled.

"...Just call the slave Dongbao." Guerjia's guard replied subconsciously, and looked up at the tree: "I'm afraid this little brother can't come down after going up?"

"No way?"

"Brother, do you want our help?"

There was no sound for a while, and Yinzhen's eyes were filled with question marks.Guerjia's guard spoke confidently, "If you don't want to help, we can leave."

This time, Guerjia's guard hissed at Yinzhen.

He pretended to be stepping heavily at first, and then gradually became lighter, as if he had already walked far.This exaggerated movement made Yinzhen smile and bend her eyes, covering her mouth to prevent her laughter from overflowing, just like this, her shoulders are still moving!

The scribe above obviously panicked.

I only heard a rustling sound on the tree, and then came his exclamation: "Brother! Brother, don't go! Please-please move me a ladder! Xiaosheng really dare not climb down! "

There's no need for him to climb down.

After receiving the scribe's words, Guerjia's bodyguard stopped in a hurry. With a kick of his footsteps, he jumped up lightly, grabbed the scribe's collar and rolled over.

The scribe only felt that there was a blur in front of his eyes, and he fell to the ground.

Immediately, his eyes opened as if they were about to fall out in the next second: "Brother——Brother, what a skill!"

Yinzhen looked at this scribe who could climb trees but could not descend them with contempt.

You must know that you can climb trees, and you are super flexible when you climb up and down! (kimbo)

As for the scribe's patron, Maguerjia, the guard just smiled indifferently, and looked down at Yinzhen: "What do you want to ask him, little master?"

"Yeah! Ben—I almost forgot about that."

Yinzhen hopped up and down to the side of the scribe, and looked at the bamboo basket curiously: "You said that you can grow big and sweet sweet potatoes—this is it?"

In the basket was a bunch of dirty red-skinned plants and vines... the first impression was that it was old and ugly.

Is this stuff really edible?

The second after this idea popped up in my mind, a memory appeared in front of my eyes.I was sitting with a girl who couldn't see her face. The girl pretended to be a sweet potato and handed half of it to herself. It was snowing heavily in my memory, but Yinzhen felt the sweet potato in her hand was warm, and the warmth went straight into her palm.

Yinzhen was stunned.

He stared at the sweet potato thoughtfully.

Kangxi was very interested, and asked curiously while provoking a careful observation: "What is the name of the little brother? Where did he come from? Is this thing as powerful as you said?"

"Of course! Xiaosheng will never tell lies!"

The scribe patted his chest hard: "Xiaosheng's name is Chen Shiyuan, and he lives in Changle, Fujian Province. We are full of sweet potatoes over there. There are tens of stones per mu, which is twenty times better than that of grain! This sweet potato is moist and edible. It can be boiled or ground. It is powdered, eaten raw like kudzu, cooked like honey, and tasted like water chestnuts..."

"Dozens of stones per mu is twenty times better than a seed valley!?"

Kangxi took a deep breath, the original expectation faded in an instant, and disbelief and doubt welled up in the depths of his eyes.

Can there be so many times more grain than rice?And it tastes great too?

If this is the case, why did the local officials of the Governor of Fujian not report it?How has he never heard of it?I'm afraid this person is really a liar! ?

Kangxi's suspicion naturally fell into Chen Shiyuan's eyes.

He received a lot of hostility and rejection, and at this moment he lost the energy to speak, and he took the basket in embarrassment and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Yinzhen grabbed Chen Shiyuan: "Wait."

"Yinzhen!?"

"Khan... Daddy! It's okay if the people at the foot of the mountain don't want it. There are a lot of vacant land in our village to try it out. If we can succeed with a piece of land, then we can promote it down the mountain?"

In Huangzhuang, there is a lot of open land.

Kangxi was slightly taken aback, looking at Yinzhen's stubborn eyes full of doubts and asking: "Yinzhen believes what he said?"

"Son... son just thinks. Firstly, Dad can send people to Fujian to ask if the matter is true or not; secondly..."

Yinzhen pointed to the sweet potatoes in the basket and muttered, "If you were a liar, you wouldn't use such an ugly thing to deceive people, would you?"

Chen Shiyuan: ...

I'm so sorry for being so ugly!