"Young Master, is this sweet potato really OK?" After hearing Chang Jin's description, Xiaoqian's eyes suddenly shined. Although she is not a human, she also knows that food is the most important thing for people. Most of the people who come to the Heshen Temple to watch the incense these days pray for good weather and good harvests.

If sweet potatoes are so productive, the incense of our own River Temple will definitely be rolling in.

"There is no fake. I will go to the mountains tomorrow to dig some sweet potato seedlings and put them in the River God Temple. Then you can just use the imperial edict to express your dreams to everyone." Chang Jin patted his chest repeatedly and promised.

"Thank you, young master." Xiaoqian paused to thank him.

Chang Jin's nature was to do what he said, leaving the Heshen Temple, and returning to the deep mountains alone again. He made two large bundles of sweet potatoes and seedlings into the Heshen Temple, and then gave Xiaoqian a detailed explanation of the precautions for planting sweet potatoes.

Summer sweet potatoes are easy to plant and there is no need to cultivate seedlings. Just take spring sweet potato vines to make seedlings. After burying them in the soil, as long as the rain is good, it will easily take root and grow.

Although it is already a little late to grow summer sweet potatoes now and the yield will be much lower, even if the yield is reduced, it will be several times higher than other crops.

Everything was arranged, Xiaoqian would give the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait a dream at night, saying that she would give everyone a high-yield crop with a yield of ten stones per mu. What was it specifically? You will know when you go to the Heshen Temple tomorrow morning.

As Chang Jin expected, when he woke up in the early morning, the entire Changjiazhuang people were sensational and spontaneously gathered at the village chief’s house to discuss the dream of the river god last night.

Chang Jin knew the answer and didn't want to join in the fun, but his sister dragged her to the place.

A long way from afar, I heard Chang Dahuan in the village shouting there: "The yield of ten stones per mu, how is this possible? I see that the river god is crazy about wanting to sacrifice incense. Whether you believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway!"

"I don't believe it either. I have planted the land for my whole life, and I have never seen anything. Even if it is a top-quality fertile land and carefully cultivated, it is already amazing to produce five stones per acre. I have never heard of ten stones." An old man shook his head repeatedly, obviously he did not believe it.

He said that, Chang Jin had just read the book "The Book of Encouraging Farming" written by Jia Daowang, a farmer in the dynasty. It records: "The land planting is one mu and five stones, which is called good land, which is a common name in the world."

The best fertile land yields five stones per mu, which is recognized as the high yield level in the world.

Xiaoqian wrote a dream last night that the yield per mu was ten stones, which was beyond everyone's imagination, so most people did not believe it. There were only a few devout people who believed it and said skeptical: "The river god can't tell lies, maybe there is really such food?"

"If there is really, I will twist my head off." Chang Dapao was still shouting.

When Chang Jin and his sister approached, a sharp-eyed villager saw them and hurriedly shouted: "Scholar is here, let's tell me, is it possible?"

Last time the Baishui River collapsed, Chang Jin jumped to the water to save people regardless of comfort, which attracted a lot of praise. Now, the respect for him in the hearts of the villagers of Changjiazhuang has risen to a higher level.

"Yes, the scholar has public knowledge, let him say it." Chang Dapao also spoke up for it.

Seeing that everyone looked at him, Chang Jin did not solve the answer, but just smiled faintly: "Everyone wants to know if there is such a crop, just go to the Heshen Temple to take a look. It's not far anyway. Why guess here?"

"Yes, what are we talking about here?"

...

The same thing happened in various villages in Qingshan Town. Soon people were like they were heading to the big market, and they rushed towards the Heshen Temple in groups in three or five.

Seeing this, Chang Jin knew that his plan was halfway through. What he had to do below is to convince everyone that this thing is indeed non-toxic.

Under the leadership of Guo Xuli, someone soon carried out a large bundle of vines from the River God Temple, and there were several sweet potatoes hanging under it.

"This is..." The sweet potato seedlings grow in the deep mountains. Many people do not know each other and ask their companions around them.

"Brother, wasn't this what you got home last time?" Xiaoxiao asked in a low voice when she saw the things placed in front of the River God Temple.

"Listen to what they say," Chang Jin whispered.

Just looking at the huge fruits hanging under the vine, many people already believed what the River God said, and it was possible that it would be a 10-stone per mu yield.

The faces of several hunters from Zhaozhuang nearby changed, and they murmured in a low voice: "Isn't this a poisonous sweet potato? The river god doesn't want everyone to grow this thing, right?"

"Yes, this thing produces a lot, but it's poisonous."

In the end, Zhao Liehuo, the leader, stood up and walked up to Guo Xuli's ear and whispered.

After hearing this, Guo Chengye's face changed and he shouted anxiously: "Really?!"

"Of course, if Mr. Guo doesn't believe it, you can ask other hunters in our village." Zhao Hunter answered firmly.

Chang Jin was very clear-headed, so he naturally heard the conversation between the two clearly. It seemed that Zhao Hunter was still a little worried and understood that human life was at stake.

After confirmation, Guo Chengye gritted his teeth and said, "This crop is known as poisonous sweet potato. It contains highly toxicity. Don't take it home to plant it or eat it."

"What?"

"How is it possible..."

"The River God asked us to plant poisonous sweet potatoes? I want to poison us."

For a moment, the crowd in front of the entire River Temple became boiling, and even some angry people smashed the River Temple with bricks and tiles.

Chang Jin could clearly see that amid the people's discussions, the incense power, which was not strong above the River God Temple, was suddenly entangled by black air, and most of the invasion was in a moment. If this continues, when the resentment reaches its peak, Xiaoqian might immediately fall from the throne.

He knew that he could not delay any further, so he immediately separated the people on both sides and walked to the center of the scene.

Seeing him standing in the middle, Guo Chengye and others showed doubts. However, the crowd around him gradually calmed down, and many people had already recognized Chang Jin. After all, everyone saw him diving to save people.

Chang Jin didn't say much when he walked into the scene. He went forward and grabbed a sweet potato in the eyes of everyone, quickly removed the wet mud on it, and then peeled off some sweet potato skins and sent it to his mouth.

"Scholar, what are you going to do?" Zhao Liehuo was closest to him and hurriedly reached out to grab him.

Chang Jin's feet moved slightly and had already retreated to the side. He said with great righteousness: "I believe that the River God will not deceive everyone. Whether it is poisonous or not, you will know if it is poisonous. If it is poisonous, Jin will die; if it is not poisonous, then the people in Qingshan Town will be blessed. In the future, plant this species more often, and I believe that everyone will not starve again."

When Zhao Liehuo heard this, his body immediately stopped.

Not only him, almost all the people at the scene were stunned: if it is poisonous, the Jin Dynasty will perish; if it is not poisonous, the people in Qingshan Town will be blessed. In the future, I will plant this kind of thing more, and I believe that everyone will not starve again.

In the silence, someone suddenly shouted: "Scholar, I'll try it for you. Anyway, you saved the old man's life when he broke the dike."

"Yes, Xiucai, I'll do it for you..."

Seeing the shouts from below, Chang Jin was also filled with emotion. It turned out that this was the public opinion, people's hope... it can be condensed into resentment or faith. Just like there is a famous saying on earth: "Water can carry a boat and can also overturn the boat."

"Everyone is quiet, everyone is quiet." He shouted, with a hint of mighty aura in his voice.

When the people outside the venue heard it, they felt that the sound seemed to be ringing in their ears, extremely clear, clearing out all the noises from the outside world.

"Last night I also got the River God's Dream. It once said that sweet potatoes are indeed poisonous, but it is not because the thing itself is poisonous, but because it is left for too long. After frost, it becomes bad and bitter, and it will be poisonous. Zhao Liehu and others think that this thing is poisonous, which is to pick the sweet potatoes after frost. So it's okay to eat..."

After saying that, he had quickly stuffed the peeled sweet potato into the mouth without waiting for everyone to react.

The taste is still the same, crispy and delicious.

Everyone on the field was quiet there, watching Chang Jin finish eating the sweet potato in his hand.

A few traces of admiration and confusion flashed in Zhao Liehu's eyes. He could not see through what kind of person Xiucai Gong was now. When hunting tigers in the deep mountains, Chang Jin was decisive in killing and was not inferior to Wang Jiuyuan, the Minister of War of this dynasty. At this moment, he dared to test the poison with his body, but he was like those statues of mercy worshipped in the temple of the Shi family.

Half an hour, an hour... all the people did not leave. Until noon, the sun shone on the earth, and some people couldn't help but the heat, so they moved to the shade of the trees.

But now people are increasingly convinced that sweet potatoes are really not poisonous.

"Scholar, my surname is Zhao. If you have any orders in the future, you will never refuse." Zhao Liehuo praised, with a look of conscience on his face. If it were him, even if there was a river god entrusting his dream, Zhao Liehuo would not dare to try it, after all, it was related to his own life.

In the afternoon, when he saw that Chang Jin was fine, the people around him left one after another and discussed going to the mountains to harvest sweet potato seedlings and come back to plant them. However, the words Chang Jin just now were imprinted in their hearts, "If it is poisonous, Jin will die; if it is not poisonous, then the people in Qingshan Town will be blessed."

When Chang Jin left, he deliberately used his spiritual sense to sense the luck above the Heshen Temple, and found that it had increased several times more than just now, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

When they returned to the village, people from Changjiazhuang hugged Chang Jin all the way to their homes.

After thanking all the villagers, Chang Jincai and his sister returned to their yard.

All afternoon, the little girl wanted to speak but stopped. During dinner, she finally couldn't help asking: "Brother, have you really heard the River God tell you about those?"

"Why..." Chang Jin asked with a smile, it was time to tell his sister.

"No, I just, a few days ago, you got sweet potatoes back from the mountains and then we ate them... What's going on?" The little girl became anxious, and the more she spoke, the more she couldn't express it clearly.

"Haha, it was indeed what the river god told me, and you know this river god."

"I know?" A confused expression appeared on Xiaoxiao's face.

"Yes, that weasel."

"What, it has become a river god?!" Xiaoxiao screamed and stood up from the dining table.

"Don't worry, listen to me tell you slowly..." Chang Jin roughly told Xiaoqian about the process of achieving the position of the River God. Of course, the process of killing the River God himself was omitted.

"Really, I said why she hasn't come to our house these days? Then will she never come back in the future?" In the end, Xiaoxiao felt a little regretful.

"No, I will definitely come tonight. Don't be surprised at that time."

After dinner, Xiaoxiao sat in the house and waited. It was not until late at night that she couldn't help but go to bed when she heard a knock on the door outside.

Then I saw a little girl standing at the door, looking at her with a smile.

"Who are you?"

"Greetings to Miss, Xiaoqian has attained the position of the River God, thanks to the young master." Xiaoqian bowed slightly.

"You are really..." Xiaoxiao still didn't know what to say until the other party entered the house.
Chapter completed!