Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

Xie Mingan thought he heard wrongly.

He frowned coldly: "Father, why can't we continue the investigation? What are you afraid of?"

"Could it be that Shen Ningning's life experience is actually different from what you told her?"

Xie Suzhi suddenly raised his eyes as sharp as ice.

The look in his eyes was cold: "Now that I am in a high position, my every word and deed will be watched secretly."

"As my son, you'd better be careful in your words and deeds. If you don't investigate Ning Ning's affairs, you won't be allowed to investigate. I won't harm you, let alone her."

Xie Mingan frowned: "But this is her wish."

I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but he saw a trace of sadness flash across Xie Suzhi's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

Xie Suzhi pressed his eyebrows: "Stop talking nonsense, call your manpower back and put an end to this matter."

Xie Ming'an's eyes flickered, reflecting the swaying candlelight, making them look even brighter.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xie Suzhi asked coldly: "What? You don't even listen to what I say?"

Xie Ming'an pursed his thin lips: "My son doesn't dare, just listen to his father."

After that, he took his leave and turned to leave.

Looking at his back, the severity in Xie Suzhi's brows eased a lot.

"The traitor." He sighed and shook his head.

Xie Mingan returned to his study.

Another confidant chased in: "Second Young Master, are you really not going to investigate anymore?"

After wasting so much effort and spending a month, I finally got some clues. Is this really going to be terminated?

Xie Mingan sat back at the table, his eyes cold and paranoid.

"Investigate, not only I have to investigate, I also want to investigate him from top to bottom."

As a son, he knew Xie Suzhi very well.

I'm afraid there is something really fishy about this matter. Otherwise, why would my father react so strongly?

However, if he contradicts him in public, Xie Suzhi will definitely be wary of him.

Therefore, he had to investigate secretly.

Xie Mingan waved to his two confidants to approach.

He moved left and right, whispering a few instructions, then waved his hands and watched them go out and follow the orders.

…

The planting task entrusted by Shen Ningning to Dong Sanhua has initially achieved results.

In the past month, Dong Sanhua ate and slept with those sweet potato vines.

She controlled the temperature of the firewood at all times to prevent the room from getting too cold, but not too hot either.

Finally, the sweet potato vines quickly bore fruit, and thirteen thick, plump red sweet potatoes were harvested!

Dong Sanhua held it in front of Shen Ningning like a treasure.

The little guy was overjoyed: "Okay, it's really great!"

As a result, Shen Ningning took the initiative and took Dong Sanhua to find the old village chief.

The little guy wants to rent the other two uninhabited village houses at the west end of the village.

Give them all to Dong Sanhua to grow sweet potatoes.

As long as she succeeds again, it means that her method is feasible.

The old village chief listened to Shen Ningning's request, but chewed the tea stems and remained silent for a while.

The little guy blinked his big eyes: "Grandpa, village chief, what do you want? You might as well say it."

The old village chief came to his senses and said with a smile: "Ning Ning, I'm fine."

"I just happened to be thinking about my son, your Uncle Deng. He has nothing serious to do at home all day long."

"If you are willing, can you let him follow Sanhua and learn to grow sweet potatoes together?"

Uncle Deng on the side was cleaning the cup and pouring water for Dong Sanhua to drink.

Hearing this, he was a little surprised: "Dad, I can plant."

"Shut up!" the old village chief roared, as if he thought he was useless.

Shen Ningning and Dong Sanhua were both stunned.

The old village chief quickly said to the little guy with a smile: "I just want him to learn from it, so that such a big man will not be annoying at home all day long."

Shen Ningning smiled brightly, her white and tender little teeth were very cute, and her eyes were watery.

"No problem, Aunt Sanhua, what do you think?"

With this period of time together, Shen Ningning has recognized the relationship that Dong Sanhua is a relative of Grandma Qin.

When we usually interact with each other, I am willing to call her aunt.

There was also a lot of confidence and brightness in Dong Sanhua's eyes.

Hearing this, she nodded happily: "Okay, Brother Deng is hardworking and quick at work. With his help, we will get twice the result with half the effort."

The old village chief finally laughed happily.

He even directly gave the keys to the two abandoned village houses to Dong Sanhua.

Still unwilling to charge Shen Ningning any rent.

"It's good for us to plant sweet potatoes and fill our stomachs. We can't ask for money. I would rather stay away from me." The old village chief smiled.

Dong Sanhua smiled and said, "Then I'll go over and clean up first."

Shen Ningning also said goodbye and went with her.

After they left, the old village chief closed the door and kicked Uncle Deng in the butt.

"Idiot!" The old village chief's gray beard curled up angrily.

"Dad, what's wrong with me? Why do you always dislike me lately?" Uncle Deng felt innocent.

The old village chief stared: "Without me, you would still be asking for a shitty wife!"

"I've fought for the opportunity for you. If you don't seize it, get out of here."

Uncle Deng was shocked: "Asking for a wife? Could it be that, dad, you mean... Sanhua?"

Half of his dark face turned red first: "How embarrassing is this."

The old village chief looked at his enthusiasm for enjoying himself and felt ashamed: "You're a worthless thing."

His tone became calmer: "Wang Qiao'er has left with Fugui and will probably not come back again."

"In this cold disaster day, I might have frozen to death somewhere."

Speaking of his son, Uncle Deng looked gloomy.

The old village chief continued to say calmly: "You, just stop thinking and find a wife to continue the good life of our old Deng family."

"I think Dong Sanhua is really good, and she is a relative of Grandma Qin. If we are married to her, we will not suffer any loss, let alone take advantage of her."

After the old village chief finished speaking, he went to lie down on the kang and closed his eyes to rest.

Uncle Deng sat there and scratched his head thoughtfully.

The whole next month.

Shen Ningning cut the spiritual grass in the fairyland one crop after another, starting with 300 stalks each time, to directly support the frontier.

Changliu Kingdom began to retreat steadily. Xie Mingxu liked to fight a steady battle and forced the enemy troops to retreat fifty miles away from the Heihe River.

Good news frequently reached the capital, and Zhang Liuye, a businessman in Nanzhou, also kept sending letters to Shen Ningning with good news.

The sweet potato vines he cultivated are bearing fruit and are harvesting their first fruits!

Although the fruits grow small and short due to the cold weather, the taste and quantity are not affected.

In the letter, Zhang Liuye promised Shen Ningning that if he gave him another month, he would make the miracle of sweet potato vine appear!

The golden beads in Shen Ningning's fairyland also grew extremely fast.

Probably when you eat the jade you like, the mature golden beads will fall off automatically and new ones will grow immediately.

The little guy was very happy to receive it, and he felt happy thinking about the sunshine that would be brought soon.

When Mo Lingwei had no government affairs, he took the initiative to find Shen Ningning in Xiangyun Village.

The little guy took him to inspect his sweet potato vine territory.

With the joint efforts of her and Dong Sanhua, they now have about twenty mature sweet potato vines.

Dong Sanhua also found the secret to planting, and discovered that as long as the environment is kept mild, the sweet potato vines can grow faster.

After Mo Lingwei returned to the palace, he recommended this method to the emperor.

He felt that this method could be followed and implemented in Cangyun.

The emperor boasted: "It's really good news. However, Ning Ning had earlier guaranteed the businessman named Zhang to return to Nanzhou and brought back hundreds of sweet potato vines. I'm still waiting for their good news."

"No matter how well the sweet potato vines grow in Xiangyun Village, the number is too small, it's just like playing tricks."

However, a month later, bad news came from Nanzhou.