Pan'er didn't know the young man's plans, so he went to the front yard to ask, and the housekeeper heard that the young master wanted it, and he was embarrassed, and there were not many of these things sent back, only more than fifty.

The housekeeper thought that the young master would make food, so he sent about twenty of them, and the rest were sent to the backyard.

In the final analysis, the mistress of this mansion is Mrs. Wu Anbo, and the things are still sent back by her son, and it is impossible to say anything if she doesn't give Mrs. something.

The housekeeper told Pan'er about the embarrassing things, and Pan'er hurried back to report to Fang Xuzhi, Fang Xu was worried that Mrs. Wu Anbo was wasting good things, so he ran quickly to the backyard.

Sweet potatoes can't be eaten, although he also wants to eat them, and he knows in his heart that he can't eat them, the effect of this thing is too great, if it can be promoted, maybe he can earn a big credit for his younger brother.

Mrs. Wu Anbo didn't know this, and she was very happy to see the special products sent by her son, and her son also mentioned in the letter that the sweet potato could be eaten when it was cooked in water.

What a simple way to eat, Mrs. Wu Anbo took a sweet potato and looked it up and down, a sweet potato was palm-long, round and fat, just looking at it was gratifying.

Beppu must have never eaten such a novelty thing, hehe, the next party has another show capital, those ladies want to cross her, hmph, it's impossible to drop.

Her son is unfair, smart, studious, and very filial, and he can't forget her as an old lady wherever he goes, and good things are sent back one by one.

I was thinking about whether to eat one sweet potato or two at night, when the voice of the little maid greeting from outside the door, the voice was quite loud, which was to remind the young master in the house that he was coming.

After being reminded, Wu Anbo hurriedly put down the sweet potato, took the handkerchief handed by the maid, wiped his little hands, and sat down on the top waiting for Fang Xu to come in.

Mrs. Wu Anbo is a good face, she doesn't show her bad side in front of Fang Xu, even if her hands are dirty.

Fang Xu stood in the courtyard and looked at the furnishings of the Peony Courtyard, which was planted with precious flowers, with different shapes, flowers and plants reflecting each other, and the greenery was proud.

There is a rockery pond in the courtyard, and there is a pavilion bridge on the pond, and such a yard alone is not something that ordinary large families can have.

This is not a scene, but a financial resource.

Soon the little maid went in and reported it out, and asked Fang Xu to enter the hall.

"Xu'er, I can see something sent back from afar."

Seeing Fang Xu come in, Wu Anbo didn't wait for Fang Xu to salute, he spoke first, smiled and beckoned Shang Xu to come forward to speak.

Fang Xu smiled and gave a salute, then stepped forward and sat down next to Mrs. Wu Anbo's hand, and replied with a smile: "It's for this matter." ”

"Oh, Xu'er has come across something you really like?" Mrs. Wu Anbo was smiling, with caution in her eyes, worried that Fang Xu would snatch all the good things that her son sent back.

This kid is a little pampered, and good things like to be in his hands.

Fang Xu's eyes swept around, and motioned to Mrs. Wu Anbo and the others to rush out, and some words were better not to be passed on.

What's the matter? Or is it a major event that Fang Xu announced to the public, what can it be? Mrs. Wu Anbo thought to herself in her heart, and waved her hand to let everyone quit.

When there were only two people in the room, Fang Xu spoke, pointed to the sweet potato and said, "Mother, do you know how much that thing yields per mu?" ”

"I don't know this, I said from afar that this thing was dug up from the mountains, and the yield is not high." Mrs. Wu Anbo secretly clenched her fists, this kid wouldn't want to dominate this thing.

"Mother, I once saw a record in a miscellaneous book, it is said that this thing is called sweet potato, and it is the most abundant, and the yield per mu can reach three or four thousand catties."

Speaking of this, Fang Xu raised his eyebrows, and Mrs. Wu Anbo, who was startled, almost jumped up.

"What! Three, three! Mrs. Wu Anbo pointed to the sweet potato and was speechless, three or four thousand catties, what kind of concept is this, how much can it be sold for!

Fang Xu nodded heavily, and didn't tell Mrs. Wu Anbo that this yield was still small, he remembered that in his previous life, when the yield was high, it reached 10,000 catties, and at worst, it was four or five thousand catties.

Considering the fertilizer problem in this era, this is reported to the less.

Even so, Mrs. Wu Anbo was shocked, thinking about the yield of wheat, one mu is three or two hundred catties, and the same is true for rice, compared with sweet potatoes, it is simply one day and one land, it cannot be compared.

"Xu'er, you're not kidding?" Mrs. Wu Anbo clenched her fists, her heart hung high, if it was really so high, she would let her Zhuangzi plant this thing.

If you can't plant it today, you can plant it next year, plant it the year after tomorrow, plant it every year, and it's going to be sent.

"Mother, I'm not joking, and I'm going to use it to take credit for the distance." Fang Xu stepped forward with a smile and whispered into Mrs. Wu Anbo's ear.

Mrs. Wu Anbo's eyes lit up as she listened, and a smile bloomed on her face.

"If you don't eat this thing, not only will you not eat it, but you have to send someone to buy it, and you must find more to come back." Mrs. Wu Anbo stood up excitedly, no, she had to discuss it with the master.

This thing must be operated well, it must be operated well, and the credit of the youngest son will be earned from this thing.

"Call the master." Mrs. Wu Anbo opened her mouth to call someone, but was stopped by Fang Xu.

"Mother, don't attract the attention of others about this matter, wait for my father to come back and discuss it, and eat one of this thing, let's taste it, and there will be a statement when we ask for merit in the future."

Fang Xu looked at the sweet potatoes, Mrs. Wu Anbo had more than thirty of them here, all of them were chubby, and they looked delicious.

Thinking about the taste of roasted sweet potatoes, thinking about the taste of sweet potato porridge, thinking about the taste of sweet potato balls, Fang Xu snorted, he couldn't think about it, he wanted to eat it all if he thought about it again.

Mrs. Wu Anbo was shocked and hurriedly took something to cover it, the eldest son is a foodie, and when he sees that he can't walk with food, he can't bring disaster to the seeds, this is the capital of the younger son's credit.

"Xu'er, Xu'er, can you send a piece of your courtyard to keep it?" Mrs. Wu Anbo asked cautiously, for fear of arousing Fang Xu's rebellious mentality.

This bastard kid doesn't recognize his six relatives, and the more he is not allowed to do something, the more he has to do it, it is really a headache.

"Mother, will you save?" Fang Xu asked, Mrs. Wu Anbo was stunned for a moment, the preservation did not exist, she had never seen it before, how could it be saved.

"Mother, give me this thing, and promise to give you a bunch of little green seedlings after the beginning of spring."

Fang Xu patted his chest and told Mrs. Wu Anbo that he was now grown up and was very reliable, and this important matter could be handed over to him.

That guarantee Mrs. Wu Anbo didn't believe a word.

"Xu'er, discuss this matter with your father before making a decision." Mrs. Wu Anbo did not let go, that is a credit, it is a stepping stone for the youngest son to enter the officialdom.

"It's okay, you won't keep it anyway, and you haven't seen that book, so you have to send it to Songlin Yuan in the end."

Fang Xu spread his hands, whoosh! A cold knife was inserted into Mrs. Wu Ambo's little heart......