Chapter 163: Like a Nest of Eggs

The village chief and some sturdy and powerful villagers were brought over and led the emperor and his party to the fields.

Poor concubines, dressed in grand and heavy palace clothes, walked from the head of the village to the village in a fit of breath, and before they stopped to catch their breath, they had to walk from the village to the pit at the end of the village.

The road at the head of the village is quite easy to walk, because of the crops to be planted in the pit at the end of the village, the path is moist and full of mud, and their beautiful and delicate embroidered shoes inlaid with jade pearls are suddenly stained with mud, so dirty and disgusting that they can hardly walk.

Looking up at the front, the little widow was wearing fawn leather boots, and she stepped on the mud one by one without care, as if she didn't notice the mud under her feet at all!

Sure enough, it's a rough woman from Suigetsu-an!

A few concubines were angry and despised, but they still had to grit their teeth and move forward!

The emperor came here to inspect, and they couldn't hold back.

After walking for half an hour, I came to a piece of land at the end of the pit.

The potatoes were planted a few months ago and are ripe, but they have not yet been harvested.

Jun Bei squatted down at night and pulled one up with his own hands, and under the rhizome, there was a nest of potatoes, all of which were round and very cute, like a nest of eggs.

His face was overjoyed.

I thought that a potato grew under a seedling, but I didn't expect it to be a litter, that feeling, like thinking that I was pregnant with a twin, but I was born with a ten, and I was shocked and surprised!

It's great that the production is so abundant!

When Master Qiao saw the emperor's happy face, he immediately looked at the village chief on the side.

The village chief immediately excitedly introduced, "This is the potatoes that Lord Qiao has cultivated with great effort, with these potatoes, the villagers no longer have to be hungry, the villagers are grateful to Lord Qiao, thanks to Si Concubine Niangniang, the emperor's grace is vast, the blessings are in all directions, and the people are bathed in the emperor's grace, and they will definitely get better and better!" ”

"That's right, the emperor's grace is vast, and the blessings are in all directions, Master Qiao can lead the household to cultivate such good food, and the people are grateful for the emperor's grace all the time!"

A group of ministers of the household department immediately echoed and patted the sycophants.

"The adults are right, thanks to Lord Qiao and Si Concubine Niangniang, Si Concubine Niangniang is golden and noble, but she has come to Potato Village many times in person, and studied the soil quality and potato planting with the captain of the production team.

The grass people have nothing to repay, but only pray every day for the health of the holy dragon, long live, long live the concubine Niangniang peace and joy, thousand years old and thousands of years old! ”

The village chief was excited again.

When the villagers heard this, they were really grateful for Si Concubine Niangniang, and immediately knelt on the ground and shouted, "Long live the emperor, long live Long live, long live Si Concubine Niangniang thousand years old!" ”

The shouts resounded throughout the pit in an instant!

Qiao Sisi stood behind, hearing these words, the previous depression and grievances were swept away, and the whole person was like being beaten with a basin of chicken blood, and he was completely alive.

Excited, excited and proud, a heart "plop plop" beating wildly, standing dignified and graceful, looking up at the swan's neck, the peacock tail behind "wow-" opened out at once!

The concubines listened to the excitement and admiration of the villagers in front of them, and they almost vomited to death!

This concubine is really annoying, so scheming, she must have bought these villagers in advance, she is a woman with eyes above the top, and she will personally come here to plow the soil and plant potatoes?

Heh, hehe!

They don't believe it even if they are killed!