"What should we do next?"
"Since they've taken on this task alone, let them struggle with it. I've been poisoned; I need to focus on a proper recovery."
Despite saying this, Rong Heng was busy mobilizing his own people, preparing to take over at any moment should the situation spiral out of control.
By this time it was already deep autumn, October, the season of harvest. Yet, Tangyuan noticed that among the crops they were cultivating, there were no high-yield plants like sweet potato or corn. Even if they had rice and wheat, the yields could not compare to those of future generations. The production of buckwheat, millet, and soybeans was very average too.
She realized that if she could introduce corn and sweet potato here, it would surely solve the problem of feeding more people.
