Three days later, all the villagers in Yanhua Village gathered at the entrance of the village. Novel.

After asking, the village chief found that there were still many villagers who were willing to mix potatoes, and the heavy stones hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

This is a major task assigned by the government.

From the beginning of getting this task, he felt that it was not very optimistic. After all, everyone was used to farming and asked them to suddenly change to plant potatoes. Everyone had to bet on their minds.

But unexpectedly, the result was like this. It must be his three-inch tongue that played a role, turning the impossible into possibility and turning decay into magic.

At this moment, I felt very happy and couldn't wait to go into the city to report to the county master.

But the villagers were so enthusiastic that they always pulled him to ask questions, making him unable to get away for a while.

"It grows inside. When will the potatoes start planting? The seeds are provided by the government?"

Old Man He squeezed over and chuckled at the head of the village, "Tell me the first time you have news."

"Well, the government will provide it. When I get the news, I will definitely not forget you Lao He."

The village chief was not in the mood to chat with Old Man He, and passed by just one sentence perfunctorily.

He avoided the "siege" of several fellow villagers, finally got out and rode a donkey towards the county town.

Changle County is a large county in Qingzhou Prefecture, and the county town is naturally very prosperous.

He rode a donkey all the way to the city gate, and after inspection by the inspectors, he entered the city.

Like many county towns in the Ming Dynasty, Changle County also has a standard cross street structure. The Chenghuang Temple is located in the middle, and the county government is slightly northerly, and is the center of the county.

The inner-cup had already stepped down from the donkey and led the beast to the county government.

When he arrived near the county government office, he tied the donkey in front of a nearby inn and walked forward in a small step.

"I am the head of Yanhua Village, Han Ping, asks to see the county master."

Han Ping half-beared and took a few steps forward and said with a smile.

A yamen runner on duty looked at Han Ping, nodded gently and said, "You are waiting here, I'll report to the master."

After saying that, he knocked on the door, and opened a crack in the county government gate, and the yamen runner got in.

Han Ping was not in a hurry.

He only has this thing today, and it will be done if it is done.

While waiting, he simply closed his eyes to rest.

After a cup of tea, the yamen runners returned.

Han Ping quickly opened his eyes and walked forward, looking at listening with a scrupulous look.

"The master told you to go in. But the county master was not in a good mood today, so be careful."

Han Ping's heart skipped a beat.

Oh my god, why did you choose such a bad time? The county master was in a bad mood, and he rushed to report his life at this time. Isn’t that the old birthday boy impatient to hang himself?

He immediately wanted to give up.

"If this is the case, why don't I sue my elder brother first, and I will come to see you when the county magistrate is in a better mood."

As soon as he said this, the yamen runner immediately rebuked, "Damn, what place do you think the county yamen is? Do you have a fucking thing? If you want to come, you will come. We have reported it to you. If you run away, we will not be scolded by the master."

Han Ping was so scared that he subconsciously shrank his neck and said, "Then, can't I go?"

The yamen runner snorted and said, "This is almost the same. Be quicker and let the master wait for you after waiting for a long time."

"Hey, hey."

Han Ping responded twice, and quickly stepped across the threshold and entered the county government.

He has been to the county government several times before, so he is quite familiar with the structure of the county government government.

Through the courtyard, he walked all the way to the backyard, and Han Ping walked to the county magistrate's study.

The county magistrate of this county is named Yin and his name is Zhongnian. He is forty-three years old this year.

If we say that this county magistrate Yin is quite talented and has a higher ranking in the second grade at the imperial examination back then. But it seems that his official career is not very prosperous, and he is still a seventh-rank county magistrate after being in the officialdom for more than ten years.

After changing several places, I did not achieve political achievements. The Ministry of Personnel’s assessment is always medium or medium, so it is too difficult to get promoted.

This is the second year that the magistrate of Yin County has been in Changle County. If he cannot achieve any political achievements, he will probably be unable to avoid the fate of transferring officials.

Therefore, Yin Zhongnian was very concerned about the promotion of potatoes by the imperial court this time.

In his opinion, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If he can seize the opportunity, his fate may be rewritten, and promotion is not a problem at all.

Therefore, Yin Zhongnian was full of confidence at the beginning and was ready to roll up his sleeves and have a big fight.

But when he really did something, he realized that it was a huge problem.

First of all, the people in this county are accustomed to growing wheat and sorghum.

Suddenly they were asked to plant potatoes and sweet potatoes, and they were unhappy.

Although the government has given tax exemptions and taxes to the villagers who grow potatoes and sweet potatoes, most villagers in the village are still unwilling to do so.

Secondly, according to the planting cycle given by the court, it is a little late to plant potatoes now.

Potatoes may be better, but sweet potatoes may not be able to be harvested before autumn begins.

In this case, it is reasonable for the villagers to be unwilling to plant.

But the village chiefs of six or seven villages in a row say that it is too evil for the villagers in their village to be unwilling to plant them?

No one in a village is willing to share the worries of the government?

The more Yin Zhongnian thought about it, the more angry he became, and he smashed more than a dozen bottles and jars in a row.

Then, another yamen runner reported that the head of Yanhua Village asked for a meeting.

Yin Zhongnian's first reaction was to ask him to go back. After all, he had suffered seven or eight blows, and instinctively thought that this time would not be any good news.

But he thought about it again, what if it was really good news?

After all, after so many times of luck, it’s time to turn the fortune?

With this mentality, Yin Zhongnian decided to let the yamen runner lead the inner-general of Yanhua Village.

He also forced himself to suppress his anger and restored the cultivation and demeanor that a county magistrate should have.

But Han Ping entered the study and respectfully knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the magistrate of Yin County.

Yin Zhongnian raised his hand and signaled Han Ping to get up.

He had met Han Ping once before, but he didn't have any deep impression of it, he just felt it looked familiar.

But Han Ping engraved the appearance of County Magistrate Yin in his mind.

In his opinion, the county master was simply Wenquxing, and his appearance and demeanor were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After performing the ceremony, Han Ping respectfully said: "The villain followed the order of the county emperor to go to the village to plant potatoes. Fortunately, he did not insult his life, and the people of the village were willing to plant them."

"oh?"

Yin Zhongnian was so happy when he heard this.

He heard it right?

Are the villagers of Yanhua Village really willing to try growing potatoes?

"What you said is true?"

"How dare the villain speak irresponsible in front of the county master? Everything the villain said is true."

"Okay, OK!"
Chapter completed!