Transmigrated into a Vicious Stepmother and Led the Whole Village to Escape Famine
Transmigrated into a Vicious Stepmother and Led the Whole Village to Escape Famine Chapter 94

Shen Qingwan looked at those people, and the anger in her heart instantly disappeared.

She walked over and helped the elderly man up.

She looked at them and spoke loudly, “I know you are all struggling to survive and barely have enough to eat. But these sweet potato seedlings are not only the hope for our village’s survival but also yours.

All the crops in these fields can yield thousands of catties per acre.

In just three months, we will have an abundant harvest.

By then, I will donate one-third of the grain to aid the refugees, keep one-third for our village to survive the winter, and reserve the rest as seeds.

Next year, we will spread this high-yield crop. Wouldn’t you want to see a crop that can yield 4,000 catties per acre?

With such high-yielding grain, would you still have to worry about going hungry? If you pull out these seedlings without thinking, you are not only cutting off the lifeline of our village but also the hope of all refugees.

The imperial court has abandoned us, so we can only save ourselves. We, too, were refugees not long ago and have endured the same hardships as you.

That’s exactly why we understand the importance of high-yield crops, and why we must protect these seedlings.

In just one more month, these sweet potato vines will start producing edible leaves, which won’t harm the tubers underground. At that time, I will collect these leaves and distribute them to the refugees without affecting the final yield.”

Her words left the people stunned.

They looked at each other in disbelief.

“Four thousand catties per acre? How is that possible?”
“You’re lying! We don’t believe it! There’s no such crop that can yield that much!”
“I’ve lived for more than half my life and have never heard of such a thing!”
“Even if such a crop exists, why would you give the grain away for free?”
“We might not even survive until the harvest. We won’t live long enough to see it!”

They argued among themselves.

Shen Qingwan asked Lu Wenguang to bring over a dozen cleaned sweet potatoes and one with sprouts.

“Our village is right here, and these fields belong to me personally. Since I promised to donate part of the harvest, I will keep my word. If you believe me, do not destroy these seedlings. If you need food to survive, you can work for it. Whether it’s clearing land, farming, watering, or weeding, you can exchange labor for food.”

This was the first time Shen Qingwan had been so patient in explaining things.

She only hoped they would listen and stop ruining the seedlings.

Lu Wenguang brought out a bowl of freshly washed sweet potatoes, along with one sprouted one.

Shen Qingwan took the sprouted sweet potato and showed it to them.

“Look, this is the high-yield crop I was talking about. It’s called sweet potato. A single potato like this can produce seven or eight more, and some can yield over a dozen. It’s incredibly productive. Sweet potatoes contain a lot of starch and can be eaten raw or cooked. I had some brought here for you to taste so you can see that I am not lying.”

She was afraid that just showing them sweet potatoes wouldn’t convince them that they came from the ground, so she made sure to bring a sprouted one as proof.

The crowd was shocked by the size of the “seed.”

If one potato could produce seven or eight more, then a yield of 4,000 catties per acre seemed possible.

Shen Qingwan took out a dagger from her waist and sliced the sweet potato into bite-sized pieces.

She handed them out for everyone to taste.

The villagers looked on enviously.

Even they hadn’t had a chance to taste these sweet potatoes yet, but the outsiders got to try them first.

The refugees hesitantly took a bite. The crisp, sweet taste brought tears to their eyes.

Such a large crop, high-yielding, and delicious—it was truly a miracle.

“We’re saved! We are saved!” The old man wept with joy and dropped to his knees again.

He looked at the seedlings he had pulled out and pounded his chest in regret.

With trembling hands, he gently reburied the uprooted seedlings. Since they had been pulled out with their roots intact, he hoped they would survive if replanted.

“I’m sorry, we were wrong.”
“I never imagined that a crop yielding 4,000 catties per acre actually exists. What a terrible mistake I made pulling them out!”

A woman wiped her tears and began carefully replanting the seedlings.

As farmers, they understood better than anyone how valuable these seedlings were.

But hunger had driven them mad, leaving them no choice.

Now that they had calmed down, they deeply regretted their actions.

More and more people silently knelt down and began replanting the sweet potato seedlings.

Even the villagers had tears in their eyes.

They were all refugees once, so they understood what hunger felt like.

However, these crops weren’t ready yet, and even if they wanted to help the refugees, they simply didn’t have the resources.

The village head sighed and looked at Shen Qingwan. “These people are pitiful. Let them go. I doubt they will come back to destroy the seedlings again.”

Shen Qingwan nodded. She had never intended to make things difficult for them.

“You should leave. Go to the outskirts of Suzhou City—you might find a way to survive. The Jin family has been distributing porridge there. If you stay near them, you should be able to get food. Starting tomorrow, their porridge station will provide food all day.”

“Really? All day?”

They had been staying near the city before, but every time they lined up for porridge, it ran out before their turn.

Sometimes, they went two or three days without getting a single bowl.

With no other choice, they had left to search for food in the wilderness.

The reason they had come here to pull out seedlings was that they had seen a patch of lush greenery and couldn’t resist.

“The Jin family does distribute porridge daily,” someone confirmed. “But the line is always so long! Before we even get close, it’s already gone. If they truly serve all day, that would be amazing!”

The elderly and weak refugees often moved slower, which meant they always ended up at the back of the line.

Stronger people would rush ahead and take everything before they could get anything.

Shen Qingwan knew the situation but decided she needed to talk to Jin Qianqian about it.

If necessary, she was willing to provide grain to help the Jin family sustain the porridge distribution.

This would allow her to build a relationship with the Jin family, help the refugees, and spread the reputation of “Tianxia Grain Shop.”

If she wanted the title of County Lord, donating food to the Army alone wouldn’t be enough.

She needed influence, good deeds, and solid achievements.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to earn the title.

With her mind made up, she immediately drove her carriage back to Suzhou City.

After having a quick meal at home, she left again.

The two children at home were a little upset, but fortunately, they had new toys to keep them company, so they didn’t throw a tantrum.

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