The General's Darling Is Delicate-Chapter 271 - 173: The Forgotten Blood Beads

Under the suggestion of the Barbarian General, Yun Chunnuan sent a message via carrier pigeon to the Grandmaster far in Nanqi.

The Grandmaster provided four reasons:

First, improper seed selection. It’s necessary to choose the potato variety based on the time of sowing and the planting region. For example, a variety suitable for the Central Plains will lead to excessive foliage growth without tuber formation if brought to Bianliao.

Second, unsuitable soil. Potatoes thrive in fertile, moist, and well-drained sandy soil. Planting in overly alkaline soil also results in no tubers.

Third, planting density is too high...

Fourth, sowing time is too late...

Each reason came with a heap of explanations. How to put it, it was like a living robot copying and pasting pre-searched content for her to see.

Yun Chunnuan even suspected, does this Grandmaster have modern electronic equipment nearby?

Otherwise, how can a person’s mind remember so many irrelevant things?

But the annoying thing is, despite all the explanations, there wasn’t a single solution!

Yun Chunnuan was worried!

Worried to the point that she couldn’t even care about the business in the shop, spending all day in the fields researching how to remedy the problem of only growing seedlings without forming tubers.

Her current situation, how to put it, is a bit more than she can manage.

’First Night’ is making money, the business on the first, second, and third floors is booming.

But it only got on track starting in June; for the first two months, she was actually spending money, whether on renovations or stocking goods.

Over on the grasslands, over a hundred people are waiting for her to pay their wages every week.

Her biggest expectation is that once these potatoes grow, they will have a long storage time and can wait for the monthly trading fair outside the city to earn money from other countries. This way, all the people of Bianliao can become prosperous as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the silver squeezed from the rich will just be subsidized back to the hardworking people.

Round and round, the amount of silver remains the same.

Who knew these potatoes didn’t even grow!

Moreover, Yun Chunnuan has already planted all the seed potatoes, meaning if this batch of potatoes doesn’t grow, there will be no more of this variety!

She’s worried, scared, spending all day in the fields thinking of solutions, trying every method the Grandmaster suggested, yet none of them worked.

Pulling out each seedling still shows only tiny potatoes that haven’t grown at all.

The little wife was so anxious that Yelyu Lie stopped all camp activities to accompany her every day.

No matter what Yun Chunnuan asked him to do, he would immediately do it without any delay.

But it was all of no use.

Actually, Yelyu Lie had another method, but he hadn’t mentioned it to Yun Chunnuan.

The Blood Beads the little wife gave him before the New Year, haven’t they all been saved? She cultivated so many vegetables herself but wasn’t willing to use them.

Those less than ten Blood Beads are still kept in the hidden compartment under his bed.

She probably forgot about them herself...

Time quickly passed to early July, and the potato vines, which should have been harvested in abundance, withered more with each passing day.

Yun Chunnuan looked at the seedlings in the fields, their yellowing leaves like her slowly fading dreams...

She was overly confident, thinking that since they had sprouted, everything else would be fine.

Because grandmother once told her that the most crucial step in planting potatoes is to sprout the seed potatoes. As long as the first step is successful, followed by careful cultivation, large and plentiful potatoes will grow.

But she didn’t know where it went wrong, was it a soil issue, or was the variety simply unsuitable for Bianliao’s land... She didn’t know.

She should have saved some seed potatoes, even just some potatoes!

But she thought that by the end of June, she could harvest a large amount of potatoes, so she used up all that should and shouldn’t be eaten.

In the evening, after returning home, the Little Princess, who had been depressed for several days, finally couldn’t hold it in any longer.

During dinner, she looked at the table full of delicious dishes, all vegetables grown in her fields.

Except for potatoes.

Her heart felt stuffed with cotton, making her uncomfortable, and tears fell like rain.

Yelyu Lie saw this and panicked, "Nuannuan, be good, don’t cry. If it’s gone, it’s gone. Don’t we still have so many vegetables in our fields?"

"It’s not the same!" the Little Princess cried, interrupting him, "Those vegetables have too short a storage time! How can they be transported to the military camp at the border? Sweet potatoes last longer, but they aren’t cold-resistant. If a war breaks out in winter, what then?