"What do you think of?" Tang Hang asked slowly.

Pei Yunxiao smiled mysteriously, leaned close to Tang Hang's ear, and said a few words.

The more Tang Hang listened, the brighter his eyes became. Until Pei Yunxiao finished speaking and took a step back, he had not had time to grasp the feeling of loss in his heart, and was overwhelmed by joy.

"I'm going to find someone to prepare now!"

At dawn two days later, the gate of Jiangdong Academy was quietly opened, and several green and shallow figures filed out, carrying something in their hands, and quickly got into two carriages parked on the corner of the street.

The carriage moved slowly and galloped out of the city.

Huyanggou in Jiao County, Wuzhou, is the most remote and poorest place in Wuzhou.

Xie Ying, Shen Siqi, and Qin Dongxiang came here last time when they delivered cotton-padded clothes, and were deeply impressed by the poverty here.

The carriage stopped on a section of the dirt road in front of the village, because the carriage would not be able to move further in.

The first to jump down was Tang Hang, followed by Xie Ying, both of whom were strong and sturdy. Standing by the car, they received a bunch of weird things that were handed down from the car.

As they approached, the others got out of the car. Everyone assembled the pile of things with hands and feet. After a while, the two-and-a-half-height, one-person stroller stood on the ground completely.

Coming with a few people, there is tranquil heart. Unlike other people who have seen the drawings a long time ago, she saw this thing for the first time, and it was very new at the moment.

"This is... a small stove?" Ningxin looked at one of the carts in surprise.

"Exactly!" Han Shaozhen was very contented: "This is what Xiaoqi and Zikuan came up with. Isn't it very delicate?"

"You can cook on the stove, as long as you push the cart wrapped in iron underneath, you can go wherever you want!"

"What about this one?" Tingxin pointed to another one again: "Could this be a store shelf that can be moved?"

"Miss Ning is really smart." Pei Yunxiao took over and said, "This is a small container, which contains all kinds of snacks and snacks made with sweet potatoes."

Tingxin was a little confused: "I know you want to break the rumors that sweet potatoes are poisonous, but what's the use of getting two of these things?"

Xie Ying pretended to be mysterious on the side: "Sister, don't worry, you'll know in a while."

Tang Heng thought of the plan that Pei Yunxiao had said, and he couldn't help but feel surging: "Go, enter the village!"

The two carts, respectively pushed by Tang Hang and Li Yan, walked along the bumpy dirt road towards the village.

When they came to a clearing in the village, everyone stopped. Put the first prepared rice, noodles, pot, and firewood on the stove and light the fire.

A group of six people, with a tranquil heart, except Qin Dongxiang and Han Shaozhen, everyone else can cook.

After a while, the fragrance of the sweet potato and white rice porridge was blowing over the mountains and plains along the morning breeze.

The newly awakened villagers of Huyanggou have had the last meal all year round. When they smelled the scent, the gluttons in their stomach suddenly rushed out to find out where the scent came from.

"You are……?"

An old man with gray hair and a little trembling walking, leaning on a wooden stick, looked suspiciously at the dolls emerging from nowhere in his village.

"Old village chief! It's us!"

With sharp eyes, Qin Dongxiang recognized at a glance that this was the village chief who had received them when they came to Huyanggou last time, and he immediately greeted him.

Xie Ying and Shen Siqi also put aside their work and walked over.

"You?" The old village chief narrowed his muddy old eyes, "Master Qin? Master Xie? Master Shen? You are..."

The old village chief took a look at the young people who were cooking over there, and they made the smell of the whole villagers who were hungry and flustered.

Qin Dongxiang hurriedly said, "These are all friends from our academy. Last time we came here, thanks to the hospitality of the villagers, this time I came to thank you specially!"

The old village head became more and more confused: "We have to be grateful to you. If it weren't for the cotton-padded quilts you sent, I don't know how many people would die in the village last year."

Speaking of him, he waved to the back and called a thin little boy: "This is my family, Chuan'er. If it weren't for a few princes to leave money for us to ask the doctor to see a doctor, Chuan'er was going to die last year. It's our benefactor!"

The old village chief’s grandson, Chuan’er, was young, and he no longer remembered that the three elder brothers in front of him were the ones who saved his life. ."

The old village chief looked at his little grandson pointing at the fragrant cauldron, and was stunned, and tentatively asked Qin Dongxiang, "Master Qin, is that...?"

"It's sweet potato and white rice porridge."

"Sweet potato?!"

As soon as Qin Dongxiang's voice fell, the expressions of the onlookers all changed, as if they had seen a ghost, they all took a few steps back in a hurry.

The old village chief also saw that the three of them were acquaintances. He bit the bullet and asked, "But I heard that this sweet potato is poisonous."

Qin Dongxiang sighed with helplessness and sadness on his face: "How can it be poisonous? We planted this by ourselves."

"Students planted? Scholar dolls will still farm?" whispered among the crowd.

Huyanggou is remote and information is blocked. They only heard that the rich in the city would send something called sweet potatoes to the poor to poison them, but they did not know the cause and effect.

Xie Ying also thumped her chest and said, "Yeah, the village chief, you don't know, this sweet potato will not be hungry for a long time after eating one sweet potato. It is a good thing we finally planted."

"But those **** profiteers in Wuzhou City sell rice noodles at high prices on weekdays. Knowing that we have grown something that can replace rice, they talk ill of us everywhere so that everyone is afraid to eat it, and then they can sell it. The price of rice noodles is even higher!"

Speaking of grain prices and rice prices, the old village chief naturally knows that Wuzhou is not rich in grain all year round, so how can the price be not expensive?

"If this sweet potato is really good, then why don't the people in Wuzhou City eat it?"

The old village head remembered the rumors in the village and clearly said that these sweet potatoes would only be distributed to poor people like them, but how could there be such a good thing?

The old village chief has lived for decades, and he has never seen this kind of pie-dropping fall on the common people like them.

Hearing this, he stood up: "The village chief has misunderstood."

"This sweet potato was planted by the students of our Jiangdong Academy from beginning to end. All sweet potatoes are watered and harvested by ourselves. We have never faked others, and have nothing to do with other people in Wuzhou City. ."

Qin Dongxiang stood up again at this time and pointed to Tang Hang behind him:

"Old village chief, did you see the scholar over there? He found this sweet potato. He was in a bad family, and he grew up farming to support his own studies. He also passed the exam to understand Yuan last year!"

When the villagers looked there, they saw that Tang Hang was built and had a darker face than the scholars next to him. He was skilled at work, and he knew that he was a child from a peasant family.

No one is willing to be bullied by the poor, no one does not want to be the master one day.

Listening to a few words about Tang Heng's life experience that Qin Dongxiang took at random, and then hearing Tang Heng's understanding of Yuan through reading and examination, and being an official master, the villagers' envy can't be concealed.

"Brother Tang Xuexi came from a poor background and knew that farming was hard work, so since he discovered that sweet potatoes can fill his stomach, he wanted to plant them with all his heart, so that fellow villagers like him could eat, study, and pass the exam. Be an official!" Xie Ying said very moved.

"I am also a child of a poor family, and I have lived in the days of drinking sewage, eating bran, and eating three meals with one mouthful of steamed buns. I ate the first bite of sweet potatoes, and I was thinking, if I could have this good thing. , My father, my milk, and my two-year-old brother, will they be able to survive?"

Xie Ying said, her eyes were red.

He is talking about his own personal experience. In the famine in Wuzhou a few years ago, he died of his grandfather, grandmother and brothers, and now it is still an unforgettable pain.

"The village chief, the reason those people lie to lie to you is because they are afraid that you know the benefits of sweet potatoes." Seeing Xie Ying's emotional distress, Shen Siqi took the words and continued.

"Whether it is a fertile farmland or a barren land, whether it is drought or rain, sweet potatoes can be grown and grown. When we have food for ourselves, we will not buy their high-priced food. How happy?"

Qin Dongxiang and the three of them took turns to battle, and the old village chief who said something was moved.

"Then I... Then I will taste what this sweet potato is like."

Pei Yunxiao, who has been paying attention to the movement here, was immediately overjoyed. She pushed Tang Hang-now, it's time for him to play!

Tang Hang took a bowl of porridge from the cauldron and walked to the old village chief.

"Old village chief, you taste it, it's very sweet."

The old village chief took it dubiously, blew the heat from the bowl, and took a sip at the edge of the bowl.

At the entrance of the hot porridge, a warm current spread to the limbs, and the coolness of the autumn morning was swept away.

There was a touch of sweetness in his mouth, like the old village head when he saw the county magistrate’s little yellow dog drink that bowl of rice porridge.

He felt that it was the sweetest thing he had ever seen.

Everyone stared at the old village chief’s reflection, and the villagers were even more afraid that the old village chief would skew and die of poisoning.

I saw the old village chief tasted for a long time, and finally said: "Fragrant!"

The old village head was not poisoned, and the old village head still said it was incense!

This thought flashed across the minds of all the villagers present. In the next second, they couldn't help running to the trolley, shouting: "I want a bowl!"

"I also want!"

"Take it slowly! Take it slowly! It's all!" Pei Yunxiao, Ningxin and others hurriedly took out the prepared bowls and served them to the villagers one by one.

Everyone was holding the warm porridge, sipping it in small sips, for fear that it would be too delicious to drink anymore.

And Tang Hang, as planned, stood among the villagers, talking about how he found sweet potatoes in Southeast County, how to bring them back with great pains, how to grow seedlings, how to cultivate, how to irrigate, how to harvest...

Tang Hang's voice is low and magnetic. Everything he said was polished based on real experience. It was ups and downs, sometimes thrilling, and sometimes smooth. It attracted everyone like he heard a book. Following his words, he listened carefully.

He even talked about his unbearable childhood in Qingshan County, which caused some mother-in-laws and daughter-in-laws present to cry out for distress.

Pei Yunxiao stood by and listened silently, his eyes chasing the tall and tall pine and cypress figure standing in the crowd.

At this moment, she saw Tang Hang's whole body glowing.

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