When Jia Huan saw Cao Ang, he happily pounced and threw himself into Cao Ang's arms.

Cao Ang opened his arms to hug Jia Huan, and the two brothers happily pasted it.

Cao Ang followed Cao Cao when he was fifteen years old, and rarely went home in the past year, which made Mrs. Ding and Jia Huan miss him very much.

Madame Ding immediately ordered her subordinates to prepare more vegetables and meat, most of which Cao Ang loved to eat.

Cao Cao sat on the chair with a golden sword, and Mrs. Ding personally helped him prepare a bowl of dipping sauce and handed it to Cao Cao.

Cao Cao immediately started eating.

Well, it's better on Madame's side.

While putting meat and vegetables in the pot, Mrs. Ding asked Cao Cao, "Why did the husband come back suddenly?"

Cao Cao swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Come back and ask Huan'er about something."

Jia Huan: "Huh? Looking for me?"

What did Cao Cao need to ask him?

He's just a child.

Cao Cao: "Huan'er, what sand table did you mention to Ang'er, can you tell me more carefully?"

I see.

Jia Huan looked at Cao Ang.

Cao Ang smiled apologetically at Jia Huan, he said that he had slipped his mouth, and Cao Cao and his advisers heard him and asked him vigorously.

He only heard his younger brother mention it casually, and he didn't know it very well, so Cao Cao simply ran back and asked Jia Huan personally.

After understanding the reason for Cao Cao's return, Jia Huan did not sell Guan Zi, and told everything he knew about the sand table.

Both Cao Cao and Cao Ang listened very carefully.

Both men were very talented in military affairs and clearly understood what role the sand table could play in war.

Cao Cao was like a gust of wind, after eating a meal, he asked how to make the sand table, and then left with Cao Ang.

When Mrs. Bian, who heard the news of Cao Cao's return, dressed herself up and wanted to see Cao Cao in the most beautiful appearance, she got the news that Cao Cao had left.

Mrs. Bian was so angry that she tore the handkerchief in her hand.

Jia Huan had eaten hot pot and was lying on the recliner with a small belly, not wanting to get up at all.

Little did he know that somewhere else, someone was talking about him.

Guo Jia took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "I'm very interested in the third son of the lord's family now. The fire kang and the sand table are not something that ordinary people can come up with."

Xi Zhicai nodded: "Everyone in Cao Mansion said that the eldest son is steady, and the second son is smart and studious, but the third son is just a naughty boy who eats, drinks and has fun. I thought that a naughty boy could play with flowers."

Guo Jia chuckled: "I heard that when the second son was born, the sky was covered with blue clouds, and some warlocks said that the second son was unspeakably expensive. But what you say is true?"

Xun You sighed: "Maybe the second son is really smart and studious, but the people behind him are not helping him, but harming him."

Guo Jia spread his hands: "No way, whose eldest son has a longest, and the third son has a son." If the second son is not beyond ordinary people, where can he be valued by the Cao family? I heard that the Cao family now attaches more importance to the second son than to the third son."

Xun Yu shook his head: "The lord is different from the others in the Cao Mansion, so he shouldn't believe this kind of thing."

Guo Jia smiled: "Who knows."

He took another sip of wine and said with a smile, "I really want to meet the third prince now!"

After a few months, the crops in the yard were ripe.

Jia Huan commanded everyone to harvest the potatoes first.

Digging up the soil, the people below saw the potatoes below, and they were all shocked.

Each of these potatoes is the size of the first head, and the yield of that piece of land, together, is enough for the grain output of one acre of land.

Jia Huan asked the cook to make a potato feast according to the recipe he had written, and shared it with Mrs. Ding.

After Mrs. Ding ate it, she immediately understood the value of potatoes and immediately sent a letter to Cao Cao.

It didn't take long for Cao Cao to return quickly.

He didn't come back alone, he was followed by three men dressed as scribes.

The three of them are all outstanding in appearance, and the youngest one is the best-looking, but his demeanor is frivolous, giving people a sense of prodigality.

Jia Huan blinked his eyes and stared at the young man.

The young man noticed Jia Huan's gaze, turned his head to look at him, squeezed his eyes, and grimaced at him.

Jia Huan: "......"

Jia Huan smiled.

This guy is very interesting.

The young man laughed too.

The third son is really interesting.

Mrs. Ding asked her subordinates to make a potato banquet again, and after Cao Cao and the three scribes ate it, they listened to Mrs. Ding talk about the yield, and Qi Qimo was silent.

After that, excitement filled the faces of the four people.

One of the scribes congratulated Cao Cao, "Congratulations to my lord for receiving such a grain seed. With this potato, the people in our jurisdiction are no longer afraid of starvation, and the military rations can be guaranteed enough!"

Cao Cao laughed: "God help me!"

Jia Huan pouted secretly.

Where is Heaven helping Cao Cao, it is obviously him who travels through it.

His gaze met that of the young man, who seemed to understand what he was thinking, and his smile widened.

Cao Cao immediately asked his subordinates to take away all the potatoes they had harvested, and even a few of the subordinates who planted potatoes were also pulled away by Cao Cao.

Mrs. Ding was so angry that she said that she would harvest cotton and sweet potatoes next time, and she would never tell Cao Cao.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Cao came back and asked Mrs. Ding, "Madam, are the other two crops also eaten?" When will it be harvested? When the day comes, be sure to let me know. I'm here to help Madame harvest it myself."

Is that a harvest for yourself?

Obviously helping himself, right?

Mrs. Ding said angrily, "Cotton is not eaten, sweet potatoes can be eaten."

Cao Cao: "Huh? Cotton is not eaten? What are you going to do?"

Mrs. Ding glanced at him: "I think it's beautiful, so I planted it, can't I?"

Cao Cao smiled flatteringly: "Okay, okay, Madame can do anything."

Madame Ding was a little less angry, and said, "Huan'er said that cotton is not for eating, but for weaving, and it can also be used to keep warm. It's better and lighter than animal skin."

Cao Cao's eyes brightened: "Really?"

If it's true, it's a really good thing.

Mrs. Ding said angrily, "You have eaten all the potatoes, do you think they are real or fake?"

Cao Cao laughed, and didn't care about Mrs. Ding's scolding herself.

He's in a great mood right now.

At this time, he only felt that his third son was his lucky star!

Jia Huan came face to face with the young man.

The young man smiled and bowed his hand to Jia Huan: "Guo Jia has seen the third son."

"It turned out to be Mr. Bonghyo."

Jia Huan's eyes widened in surprise, and he hurriedly raised his hand to return the salute.

Guo Jia Guo Fengxiao!

One of the top ten strategists in the Three Kingdoms period, the rankings are still above Zhuge Kongming.

Someone said that it was not Guo Fengxiao's early death, but I was afraid that Cao Cao would have ruled the world a long time ago, and there would be no defeat in the Battle of Chibi at all.

Guo Jia blinked in surprise: "The third prince knows Jia?"

Jia Huan nodded: "Mr. Dacai, Huan has naturally heard of it!"