"Yields thousands of pounds per acre... Saving the world and the people... Beneficial for the present era and future generations... No more hunger in the world... A crucial treasure of the nation..."
In the main hall of the Northern Town Governor's Official Residence, Shen Fa scrutinized Yang Ge's handwritten letter for the third time, extracting each glowing term from the poorly scribbled lines. Although still unclear about why Yang Ge valued this so-called "sweet potato"—a coarse grain from foreign lands—Shen's heart was deeply shaken.
Having known Yang Ge for many years, Shen had never seen him praise anyone or anything so highly; the laudatory words were almost enough to qualify for the top imperial examination score!
Then, contrasting those words with the disdain he himself often received—as if he were an odious salted fish—Shen frowned at the mention of Chen Zhenlong and his sweet potatoes...