Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 194. Luo Song is here

"I see." The father and son exchanged glances, already guessing the reason for the visit at this time.

The family harvested over nineteen thousand catties of sweet potatoes and potatoes combined, and Old Hua indeed planned to sell some.

It wasn’t to make money but to help more people. If the granddaughter’s dream came true, there would still be a few months left, enough time to plant one last crop. With these, at least people could get through a period and not start right in hell mode, as he heard from his granddaughter. This sentiment felt particularly apt.

"If the old man remembers correctly, didn’t your estate also plant some?" With the Luo family’s capabilities, who knows how many estates they have; they shouldn’t be short of food.

"Yes, we planted quite a lot, but this year there has been a significant reduction in food production nationwide, making life difficult for the common people. The astonishing yield of sweet potatoes and potatoes from my estate didn’t satisfy Lord Governor. The lord, caring for the people, wants to collect more at a low price to distribute among the people and teach them how to plant and store, hoping everyone can get through this difficult time."

Luo Song chose to speak the truth. Of course, the surprising yield of sweet potatoes and potatoes they planted on Luo family’s estate solved Lord Governor’s biggest problem at the moment. Last time it was refined salt; this time, it’s sweet potatoes and potatoes, which truly brought them prestige in front of the Lord, gaining them his appreciation. It’s said that when one person prospers, even the chickens and dogs in his household do. Although the Luo family gave away most of their potatoes and sweet potatoes without taking a penny, the gains they received are immeasurable.

He dared to say that now there aren’t many in the provincial city who would dare to contend with the Luo family. He was about to step by step bring down the Wang family, avenge his mother, and make his degenerate father kneel at his mother’s grave to repent.

This time he came to see if he could acquire more from Hua Village.

"Are you saying this time it’s not your Luo family who wishes to buy, but rather to offer it to the government to distribute to the people?" This idea aligned perfectly with Hua City’s field thought of Old Hua.

In fact, he wanted to sell a part for the same reason, to let more people recognize sweet potatoes and potatoes.

"Yes, but not for free, at a low price."

An old saying goes, what comes free is often not cherished. Spending a little Silver can make it more memorable.

"That’s already very good. Good child, your Luo family is commendable. The old man cannot compare!" Old Hua sighed, thinking he could never give his crops away for free. The toil and sweat involved can’t just be offered to others. This kind of realization is beyond common folks like him.

"Alright, the old man agrees with you. Our family harvested a total of over nineteen thousand catties of sweet potatoes and potatoes combined. I’ll evenly give you fifteen thousand catties, leaving the rest for seeds and our own consumption." Old Hua thought for a moment and quickly made a decision.

Although he didn’t even want to keep these four thousand catties, his granddaughter’s space field had grown many acres, but those aren’t something they can openly present, necessary concealment is still needed.

"Really, thank you, Grandpa Hua, Uncle Hua," Luo Song breathed a sigh of relief. His estate harvested hundreds of thousands of catties, but with so many people across the country, it was far from enough. Certainly, the more, the merrier.

Luo Song looked at Old Hua joyously, "I’ll purchase at ten coins per catty for both sweet potatoes and potatoes, what do you think?"

Fine grains cost about ten coins, and though sweet potatoes taste good, they shouldn’t be consumed frequently or in large quantities. Eaten too much isn’t easily digested, especially for those with weak stomachs, as he personally experienced.

But the rarer something is, the more valuable. Nationwide, only he and Hua Village had them; ten coins isn’t actually a high offer. Luo Song felt a bit embarrassed looking at Grandpa Hua.

Old Hua glanced at Luo Song, "No." He said this one sentence.

"Grandpa Hua, how much would you like then?" Luo Song blushed, pondering before speaking.

"Do you really want me to say?" Old Hua raised an eyebrow.

Luo Song nodded, as long as the price wasn’t outrageous, he would agree.

"Alright, I’ll say it. The goodness of sweet potatoes and potatoes, don’t say ten or fifteen coins, isn’t even enough. But if it’s to benefit the people, though I don’t understand much, I know this is a good thing for the country and the people. I won’t charge a penny; you can take them directly."

At this moment, Luo Song felt like being in both hot and cold. He was already prepared to spend a lot of money to purchase, not expecting a sudden turn of events where Grandpa Hua’s last sentence left him only with a sense of gratitude.

This is a person of truly noble character, seeking nothing in return. For a moment, Luo Song felt somewhat ashamed.

He thought Grandpa Hua was going to make an outrageous demand.

But taking them directly—how could that be? Luo Song didn’t know before just how tough it was to farm a season’s worth of crops. But ever since he began experimenting with grain seeds in his estate and labored together, he realized the hardship of farming.

Luo Song shook his head, "No, let’s calculate at ten coins. Spending so much effort, I cannot let Grandpa Hua you suffer a loss."

"What loss or no loss. Our family has a few acres of poor fields and doesn’t lack for food and drink for now. Besides, there are still a few thousand catties left. When I tell you to take them, you should just take them. How come it’s alright for you to do something for the people, but it can’t be for the old man here? If you say any more, the old man will get angry." Old Hua glared at Luo Song, not the least distressed over the impending loss of hundreds of Silver.

Luo Song: "..."

All the more he respected this wise Grandpa Hua, whose face was engraved with marks of time.

"Alright, it’s settled then. You can directly take them from our home. By the way, many families in our village also planted them. If you need more, I can ask them for you, but this time it’ll be at ten coins."

Each household in Hua Village collected a few thousand catties. Selling a portion in exchange for various grains wasn’t a bad idea, while the rest could be dried or stored in cellars.

Luo Song felt a sudden surge of delight upon hearing this. Of course, he wanted more, nodding eagerly, "Yes, I do."

"Thank you for your hard work, Grandpa Hua." Luo Song stood, bowing deeply.

"There’s no hard work in this. Instead, I must thank you on behalf of the villagers. I’ll go notify them now."

"Grandpa Hua, let’s go together," Luo Song said, already rather impatient, standing up.

"Alright," Old Hua nodded, gesturing for his son to grab the family gong. Every time there was something important in the village, this gong would serve its valuable purpose.

Soon the sound of the gong echoed through the village, and in almost no time, everyone gathered at the grain-drying field.

Seeing Luo in charge next to the village chief, they seemed to understand something upon arrival.

"Village chief, what’s the matter?" Those with impatient natures couldn’t help but ask.

"It’s important. Our sweet potatoes and potatoes had a great harvest, didn’t it? I was thinking of leaving half and selling the other half. The proceeds can be exchanged for various grains. Just now, Young Master Luo came willing to offer ten coins per catty. I thought it proper, so I came to inform you all. Those willing to sell can still bring them to my place for weighing, but remember, only half can be sold. At times like these, we need to play it safe."

Old Hua’s words were barely finished when the villagers started discussing, especially when hearing ten coins per catty, showing signs of interest and smiling faces. freёwebnoѵel.com

Sweet potatoes and potatoes are indeed delicious, but one can’t eat them every day. The village chief was right; selling some for various grains is a wise long-term strategy.

"Village chief uncle, if that’s truly the price, my family is willing to sell some." Someone couldn’t resist speaking up.

"Of course, the person is right here beside me, how could there be any falsehood?"

Luo Song stepped forward to affirm that indeed it was the offered price.

"Then we’ll all listen to the village chief." Seeing this, others had no reason to worry and shouted in agreement.

Visit freewe𝑏nov(e)l.𝗰𝐨𝐦 for the 𝑏est n𝘰vel reading experience