In the evening, a strong man came to deliver food to Old Man Li, followed by a rather strong little boy.

As soon as the little boy entered the yard, he curiously looked at the rice sitting next to Old Man Li.

Dao Zi glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze, staring at the food in the strong man's hand and rubbing his hungry stomach.

The food is very simple, three fist-sized boiled potatoes and two bowls of not-so-thick corn mush.

Old Man Li didn't say anything, just picked up a potato and started eating it.

When the rice is seen, there is no need to call. He walks over, picks up a potato and starts peeling it.

The strong man delivering the meal saw that he wanted to stop the rice. Three potatoes were Mr. Li's ration, and King Weiyuan's son only had a bowl of corn paste.

However, when the strong man saw Old Man Li glance at him, he did not dare to speak again.

At this time, the little boy who followed him spoke. He walked up to Daazi and asked curiously: "Aren't you the prince's son? Can you get used to the food we have here?"

The potatoes in Daizai's hands were almost peeled, and he was about to eat them. When he heard the little boy's question, he frowned: "What's your food? This potato was cultivated by my mother, okay? It should be mine."

The food is not yours."

Old Man Li and the strong man could not help but be stunned.

Yes, it seems that Princess Weiyuan brought potatoes and corn to Xiliang.

Just these two kinds of food can feed countless poor people in Xiliang.

Dao Zi ate a few mouthfuls of potatoes and felt a little choked, so he took a sip of the corn paste. After finishing the drink, he curled his lips and said, "This corn paste is not delicious."

The little boy reached out to take the bowl in Daozi's hand and took a big sip: "I think it tastes good."

Seeing that there was only half a bowl of cornmeal left, Daazi became angry: "This is mine, how can you eat my food?"

The little boy curled his lips: "What's yours? My father is the big boss here, so these things belong to me." After saying that, he still wanted to drink the rice's corn paste.

When Daazi saw it, he quickly grabbed the bowl, ran to Old Man Li, and said angrily with a stern face: "You eat what my mother grew and bully me. You are repaying kindness with enmity."

The strong man was a little embarrassed to be told that, and he quickly stopped Zhang Xiaohu: "If you are hungry, I will take you back to the front to eat."

Zhang Xiaohu was only about two years older than Dao Zi. It was the time when he was naughty. He finally saw a child outside the village, so naturally he didn't want to go back just like that.

"No, Brother Leopard, can you help me bring the food over here? I want to eat here."

The strong man looked at Old Man Li and saw that he didn't say anything, so he turned around and went out. After a while, he came over with a bowl of corn mush and a potato.

"Come on, I just drank your drink and give it back to you."

Zhang Xiaohu exchanged his corn paste and rice.

Daozi reluctantly accepted it, and Zhang Xiaohu sat next to him by default.

Zhang Xiaohu asked while eating potatoes: "Do you also eat these things at home?"

Dao Zi shook his head: "No, I eat well at home. There are vegetables, meat, soup, rice, and fruits and pastries after the meal."

Zhang Xiaohu looked envious and swallowed: "It must be delicious, right?"

Daozi nodded quickly: "Of course, the food made by my mother is delicious."

Zhang Xiaohu sighed: "My life is not as good as yours. I usually don't get any good food."

When the head of the family who had just reached the entrance of the courtyard heard his son's words, his breath suddenly caught in his chest and he couldn't get up or get down.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaohu was pitiful, Dao Zi comforted him: "Then remember to re-incarnate a good child next time. My mother said that reincarnation is a technical job."

"If you vote well and meet great parents, your child will be very happy. If you vote poorly, you will be like you and you won't even have anything to eat."

Zhang Xiaohu looked confused: "But I don't know how to reincarnate? Do you know?"

This question stumped Daozi: "I don't know either." He glanced at Zhang Xiaohu and said, "Well, as long as you ask your father to let me go, I will go home and ask my mother, and my mother will definitely know.

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"By the way, if you let me go, I will also invite you to my house to eat delicious food and play fun games. Let me tell you, I have a big amusement park, and all the children like to play with me.

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Zhang Xiaohu looked moved, then lowered his head and said: "I'm still too young to make my father listen to me, but when I grow up, I can make him listen to me."

Dao Zi looked disappointed: "How long do we have to wait?" He continued to nibble on the potatoes in his hand and said while eating, "These potatoes are not as delicious as sweet potatoes. Potatoes have no taste, but sweet potatoes are sweet."

Zhang Xiaohu: "What is sweet potato?"

Daozi thought for a while and said: "My mother said that sweet potatoes, like potatoes, can feed many people. However, they are still being cultivated and will take two years to be promoted."

After hearing this, Old Man Li and the strong man's expressions fluctuated a little.

The yield of potatoes is good, and the land is not picky, but we can't just eat this all the time. It would definitely be better if we could eat other grains instead.

Even the big boss outside the courtyard feels a little uncomfortable when he thinks that the potatoes and corn eaten by the people in the village are all grown from the little guy’s family.

Speaking of sweet potatoes, Daizai seemed to think of something. He quickly put down the corn paste in his hand, stood up and touched the purse around his waist.

"Ha, you are lucky. I still have my wallet. My mother made me dried sweet potatoes and let me eat them when I am hungry. I forgot about them just now."

Daazi quickly opened his purse and took out a dried sweet potato to give to Zhang Xiaohu. After thinking about it, he felt that Old Man Li was not cruel to him, so he also gave him one, and finally looked at the strong man...

"I don't have much dried sweet potatoes left. I don't know how long you're going to lock me up. I'll give you half of it." After saying this, he divided half of it among the strong men.

The strong man looked at the half-cut sweet potato in his hand and felt a little flattered.

Zhang Xiaohu finished the dried sweet potatoes in a few seconds: "It's really sweet, I want to eat it again."

Daazi covered his purse: "No, I don't have much left. If you let me go, I will take you to my house to play. You can eat as much as you want, but I have to keep what's in my purse, so that you don't

Don’t give me food to eat.”

The big boss at the gate of the courtyard saw that Dao Zi would encourage his silly son to let him go whenever he got a chance, and walked in without any further delay.

When Dao Zi saw the boss, his eyes lit up: "Are you here to let me go home?"

The boss: "..."

Zhang Xiaohu quickly ran over and hugged the boss: "Dad, just let him go, he is so pitiful."

The headmaster looked at his stupid son with a lot of words. How pitiful is King Weiyuan's son? Is the stupid son probably out of his mind?

Too lazy to pay attention to his silly son, the headmaster looked at Dao Zi and said, "As long as your father is willing to let our people go and promise not to attack Wuhu Village, I will let you go."

Daozi pouted: "That means I can't go home and sleep tonight?"

Hearing this, the boss couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Before he could react, Dazai started again: "The things you are eating now were all grown by my mother. You should be nice to me."

Then, pointing at Zhang Xiaohu, "I want to sleep with him tonight."

Zhang Xiaohu quickly smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay!"

The boss was speechless. He looked at Daozi and looked like he didn't know what to say. After a while, he finally said: "You are really rude."
Chapter completed!