Zhao Ziyang and Han Nuo looked at each other, not understanding Mu Qingli's words, Mu Qingli waved her hand, let them be busy, she had to carefully go through the memory of the grain in her heart.

Zhao Ziyang couldn't, so he had to deal with the food first, he and Han Nuo commanded, loading part of the grain into trucks, part of it directly on horses, and arranging for soldiers to carry the remaining small part. In this way, the 1,000 cavalry brought by Zhao Ziyang and the 2,000 cavalry of Han Nuo loaded the grain and prepared to rush back to Hanmen Pass.

Mu Qingli did not leave with the team, but stayed, with her, as well as Zhao Ziyang, and since she left the wounded barracks, Zhao Ziyi arranged for the two personal soldiers who followed her every day.

Mu Qingli and others stayed in the official residence in the city under the arrangement of the Pingcheng Prefecture Government, Mu Qingli painted the portraits of potatoes and sweet potatoes, and the Tuoping Chengzhou Prefecture looked for people to find out if anyone had seen these two crops.

Pingcheng Prefecture's surname is Zhang, his name is Xianmin, he is a thin, kind middle-aged man, and has served in Pingcheng for more than ten years. It stands to reason that the officials in various regions are directly under the jurisdiction of the imperial court and do not obey the orders of the local defenders, but Weizhou has always been a place of military affairs, and now in troubled times, the Liangguo court is far away in the south to take care of itself, therefore, the local officials in Weizhou have imperceptibly obeyed the jurisdiction of the Zhendong Army and do not think about it.

"Mu Qing, what did you say, what sweet potatoes and potatoes are, are there really these two things?" Zhao Ziyang saw Zhang Xianmin take Mu Qingli's drawing paper and take the order, and wondered.

Mu Qingli held the attitude of giving it a try and not asking for money, and said, "Try it, if you have it, it will save a lot of effort." ”

Thinking of corn, she hurriedly pushed Zhao Ziyang: "Ziyang, while it's not dark, you can go and see if you can find corn seeds." ”

Zhao Ziyang's handsome face swelled with a smile, and the small dimples at the corners of his mouth were seductive: "Okay, I'll take a look." ”

Mu Qingli was caught off guard by Zhao Ziyang's handsome face and was stunned. When she reacted, Zhao Ziyang had already walked away, and she smiled awkwardly: I didn't expect that she, an old aunt, would be fascinated by a teenager and be guilty.

I have to say that Zhao Ziyang's efficiency is fast, but after going out for more than an hour, he brought back a small bag of corn seeds and stuffed it into Mu Qingli's hand, "It's also a coincidence, the largest grain seed shop in the city, the boss accidentally saved someone when he was five years old, and the person gave him a bag of corn seeds as a thank you."

Because it is a royal tribute, the boss sells it at a high price, plus no one will grow this thing, no one has been buying, and over time, this kind of child has been forgotten there, if I hadn't asked, they wouldn't have remembered such a thing! ”

Mu Qingli shook the palm-sized paper bag in his hand, and was satisfied: "Tomorrow, we will find a good farmer and figure out how to plant this corn." ”

Zhao Ziyang still objected: "Mu Qing, this corn is too expensive, let's not pour it." ”

Mu Qingli shook his head and said firmly: "No, corn is a good thing, if you believe me, I will definitely be able to study it." Mu Qingli intuitively felt that the reason for the low yield of corn must be that there was a problem with the planting method, as long as they figured out the correct method, they would not worry about not succeeding, and she did not have to worry about the lack of grain in half a year.

Zhao Ziyang saw that Mu Qingli was so persistent, it was not good to say anything more, so he had to comfort himself, in case Mu Qingli really succeeded!

As night fell, Zhang Xianmin finally brought good news: someone once dug potatoes in Taixing Mountain!