After a continuous wheat field, there are soybeans.

After half an hour, Qing'er had forgotten to see several crops, and she became more and more curious, Bai Gongzi was really a strange person, even these folk crops could be planted in a good way, and there was a lush and vibrant posture everywhere.

Bai Song walked all the way, everywhere he passed, farmers came up to express their gratitude, in this era, Bai Song is definitely the most generous of the owner.

The cooperative model is not a special case of this era, and the tenants in many places adopt similar methods to the Bai Song Dynasty, but they do not have the outrageous share ratio of the Bai Song Dynasty.

Generally, farmers can only get 20% for cultivating other people's land, but Bai Song gave 50%, plus the seeds and seedlings used in Bai Song are all taken from space, and the harvest is naturally much better than the current crops.

The farmers are grateful from the bottom of their hearts, and it is a wonder in the field.

fell in Qing'er's eyes, and she was even more moved.

Such a harmonious scene has not been seen in many years.

The Mo family has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are many respected people among the people, but in those respectful eyes, they can't see the purity and cleanliness in the eyes of the people here.

Thinking of what Bai Gongzi said before, he didn't want the world to be in chaos.

Qing'er thought it was empty words, but now that she saw everything Bai Gongzi had done for the people of Youzhou, she finally believed that it was indeed what Bai Gongzi wanted.

In comparison, everything he has done this year is really ashamed in front of Bai Gongzi.

Qing'er was thinking about it, when Bai Song's voice came from in front of her: "Qing'er, that's my potato field, and it has begun to be harvested." ”

As soon as her thoughts broke, Qing'er raised her eyes in a trance.

The fields in front are not as lush as before, but a little messy, as far as the eye can see, the old farmers are digging the soil, all of them are immersed in the labor and sweating profusely, but these people do not have any hard work in their eyes, only the joy of harvest, some round things in the soil are packed by the big guys, and there is a board car full of goods under the traction of the old ox to go out.

Nearby, a few old peasants wiped their sweat around the cauldron on the fire, and the round things in it were boiling a whole pot, exuding bursts of heat, and everyone gathered around to eat.

"That'...... That's the potato in Childe's mouth? ”

Bai Song nodded, and before he could speak, Uncle Qu had already run to the front and greeted everyone: "Come and meet, our owner is free today, the owner thinks of everyone's hard work, and prepares a sour plum soup for everyone that is only available in the city, come and taste it." ”

The scene in the wheat field appeared again, and more old farmers surrounded Bai Song to express their gratitude.

After Bai Song said a few words to everyone enthusiastically, he walked to the steaming pot, picked up a hot potato, held it in his hand and blew it again and again.

Qing'er looked at it curiously, but didn't say anything, and when she smelled the potatoes for the first time, she felt that the fragrance was unique, and she couldn't help but swallow.

It's just a pot of messy stew, the water is mixed with dirt, it doesn't look very beautiful, and it's not very clean, and the eldest lady of the Mo family has always stayed away from such things.

Qing'er thought that she would not eat such a thing, but she could see that after Bai Gongzi peeled the skin little by little, she had not eaten a bite, so she first brought the potatoes to her mouth.

Looking at Bai Gongzi's eager gaze, Qing'er had just thought about not eating, but she couldn't resist Bai Gongzi's temptation, frowned, and took a small bite gently.

The soft and dense taste is very unique, the taste buds are stimulated by the starch and secretes saliva frantically, and after one bite, Qing'er does not feel anything unusual, only feels warm in her stomach, and wants to eat a second bite.

"How does it taste?" Bai Song asked expectantly.

Qing'er nodded and said with a smile, "It's really unique." ”

"The most unique thing is not its taste, but its ability to grow. Potatoes are rotten and cheap, as long as there is soil, they can grow, and they can harvest 2,000 catties per acre, which is several times that of other crops, and they are full, and they can replace rice in extreme times. ”

Bai Song was very excited, he took a big bite, and the remaining small piece was sent to Qing'er's mouth.

Qing'er's face was flushed, and she said in her heart, how could this white boy be like this?

He had just eaten this potato himself, so why did he eat it?

It's okay to eat it yourself, how can you give the rest to yourself?

How close has the relationship between the two been?

Qing'er secretly glanced at Bai Gongzi, but Bai Gongzi didn't realize it, she looked at the field in the distance, and her eyes were full of longing.

Qing'er was helpless, and blushed and ate a small piece of potato in Bai Gongzi's hand, always feeling that there was more of a man's taste in the back of a small sip, and the taste had changed.

This batch of potatoes was harvested more than 20,000 catties, and after sharing it with the old farmers, Bai Song was able to harvest more than 10,000 catties.

The value of more than 10,000 catties of potatoes is difficult to estimate, because there is nothing sold on the market, and I don't know how acceptable it is to ordinary people.

Qing'er couldn't figure out what these potatoes had to do with their future plans. Why did Bai Gongzi say that he would rely on these things in the future?

Bai Song didn't explain immediately, he came out today just to take Qing'er to breathe the air.

He ordered someone to send the loaded potatoes to Jixian County first, and then returned to the city with Qing'er.

……

Back home, Xiang'er came to Bai Song with an invitation.

"Xianggong, the invitation sent by the Taishou Mansion said that all the big clans in Jixian County were invited to participate, and they didn't say anything."

Bai Song opened the invitation and saw that it was indeed an ordinary invitation, and he didn't see any problems.

However, the invitation was sent by the Taishou Prefecture without any explanation of its purpose, which obviously had a different purpose.

Bai Song didn't answer, thinking to himself.

Xiang'er asked again: "Xianggong, no one knows that you have returned, should Xianggong go to this party or go to the concubine?" ”

Bai Song took the invitation card and seemed to think of something: "I'll go to Taishou Mansion now." ”

"Go now?" Xiang'er didn't quite understand.

Bai Song didn't say much, called Shang Dongxiang and went out again.

Dong Xiang was good at looking at the young master's face, and when she left the house, she asked, "Young master, have you discovered something?" ”

Bai Song said with a smile: "If an official invites a businessman, what else can he ask for besides money?" ”

"Money?"

"I came back from the mouth of the Yangtze River and saw a lot along the way. It's summer, and scattered hungry people are often seen, which should be more common in the north of Youzhou. Now Lord Thorn Shi must be worried about the relief of the hungry. ”

"There are no natural disasters or man-made disasters, even if there are hungry people, they can't blame Thorn Shi, right?"

"Once the people of the world have no food to eat, they will naturally run to the capital. When these hungry people arrive in the capital, they will definitely be known by the emperor, although the assassin is not at fault, but the emperor will definitely think that the local officials are incompetent, and there will never be a good thing. Therefore, no matter who is responsible for this assassination, after all, the issue of relief for the victims must be taken to heart. ”