The Pretty Man I Picked Up [Time Travel]

Chapter 106: Long Night and Many Dreams

After seeing the person go away, Mr. He picked up the potato, looked at it, and asked, "How did it come here?"

Shopkeeper Qian told the truth about the potatoes he accidentally received in the restaurant.

"He said his surname is Xu? Is he a scholar?" Mr. He squinted his eyes thoughtfully.

"Yes, the old slave failed to ask where his home is." Shopkeeper Qian lowered his head and replied.

"No problem, keep an eye on him. Next time you see that scholar, send someone to notify me."

"Yes, boss."

"You go down."

Mr. He asked people to put the potatoes in the warehouse first, and immediately got up and went to the study to write a letter.

Xu Xingwen had money in his hand, so he entered Baihuayuan that night.

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The sunset is setting, the afterglow is still warm

The noisy chirping of cicadas in the trees and grass is continuous.

On the broad drying ground, the village chief convened a meeting with the villagers. The villagers all sat on the ground with smiles on their faces, holding fan palms in their hands.

The village chief sat on a tall stool, glanced at the villagers below, and said seriously: "We can't just pursue our own selfishness as human beings."

Many people looked at the village chief in confusion, wondering what he meant by this.

"Our family's food is cultivated bit by bit. Now the potato yield is better than any crop we have grown in the past. It is worth being happy. However, we still have to stick to our hearts and be content."

"Don't just dream of making a fortune just for the sake of a little money."

Every time the village chief said a word, his eyes wandered on the faces of the villagers. Naturally, he did not miss anyone who looked away when they looked at him. He secretly took note of a few people.

"I need to tell everyone that the reason why the county magistrate promoted planting in our village was because of Xu Haorui's efforts."

"Hey, let me tell you, how could the government choose a remote village like ours." Someone spoke from below.

Village Chief He continued: "The previous document stipulated that the government would confiscate part of the potatoes and sweet potatoes. Do you still remember this?"

"Remember!" the villagers responded.

"But there is no agreement in the document about the potatoes you originally grew from your own potatoes. Now you want to make a new contract with us. The price is no lower than the copper coins for selling rice to buy our remaining potatoes. I would like to ask the villagers what they think? Let's talk about it."

"Village chief, what do you mean by the rest?"

The village chief patiently explained to the villagers, "The rest is to throw away the part you want to keep for planting seed potatoes and the part that is used to make food at home."

"But, I want to leave some for my parents' family to plant. Is this okay?"

"Yes, yes, I also want to give some to my relatives to plant. Everyone has supported each other over the years, and it has not been easy. Now that we have potatoes, we should share them with them."

The village chief nodded, "Your ideas are good. Our relatives are from nearby villages. You don't need to give them privately to avoid attracting attention from them.