The Third Prince stared at the field of white potatoes and immediately recalled the kind and dignified female voice in his dream. He suddenly shivered and realized—could she be Mother God?
But why did a goddess choose him to promote sweet potatoes?
That's not right either. He was carrying this out all along, but due to the lack of seeds, it hadn't gone smoothly.
However, with these white sweet potatoes, he could go all out in the future.
He thought of the dream of County Magistrate Kong getting switched, and his heart suddenly tightened. Could it be true…
When did that happen? Why didn't he receive any news about it?
"Don't touch these sweet potatoes," he said to the young general in front of him. "Watch them carefully. We'll make arrangements tomorrow.
"Also, inform the kitchens to let everyone have a full meal tomorrow morning. Turn the meat we can't eat right now into cured meat as soon as possible."
