A top-tier gigolo, teased by a cool and aloof general, turns warm.

An angry voice came from overhead.

Shi Yu's eyes trembled slightly, and the sweet potato in his hand slipped and fell into the stream, splashing water everywhere.

He looked up and saw that the insect in front of him was dressed simply, about sixty years old, with silver hair tied haphazardly on top of his head with red thread, and golden eyes that gleamed with a cold light.

The old man, carrying a basket on his back, stared at the washed sweet potatoes and cursed angrily.

Caught stealing, Shi Yu lowered his head, overwhelmed with shame.

He hurriedly scooped the sweet potatoes out of the water, bent down, and handed them over with both hands.

"This... I haven't eaten it yet, I'll return it to you now."

He genuinely believed that sweet potatoes were wild.

Who would have thought that insects would be farming in Death Valley?

"Hmph, you think everything will be fine just because you brought it back?"

The old man snatched the sweet potato back from his hand, and the old man, furious, blew his beard, glared, and started yelling.

"These are all excellent sweet potato varieties that I have carefully cultivated. If you dug up eight sweet potatoes, then you have to stay and do eighty years of free hard labor for me."

"Work for free for eighty years? You're clearly bullying a bug!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yu was furious and stood up to argue with the other party.

"You don't necessarily need sweet potatoes to grow sweet potatoes; you can also grow sweet potato vines. These sweet potato vines are still alive, and I'll plant them back for you right now."

"Nonsense, there is no record in the book that sweet potato vines can be used for planting."

The old man's face was tense, feeling that the other party was deliberately provoking him.

Gently put down the sweet potatoes, take out a black plastic bag from the basket, open it to find a red plastic bag inside, and then open that to find a yellowed ancient book.

He glared at the young insect, his voice carrying a warning.

"Don't even think about getting your hands on this book."

Only then did he carefully open it and squint his eyes to read it carefully.

Shi Yu had never seen such an old book before. Although the exterior was tattered, the contents were very clear.

He glanced at it, then looked away.

"Old man, believing everything in books is worse than having no books at all. Our empire has already built warships; times are moving forward, so we cannot be complacent and stick to old ways."

Planting sweet potatoes directly results in root rot, requiring more careful management, and the resulting sweet potatoes are hard and unpalatable.

The old man's face flushed red. "Bah! I am a descendant of a century-old family of vegetable growers. What do you know, brat?"

Upon hearing the other party claim to be from a family with a long tradition of vegetable cultivation, Shi Yu burst out laughing, clutching his stomach and laughing uncontrollably.

How can this be so funny?

If he's from a family that's been growing vegetables for a hundred years, then wouldn't he be a descendant of a family that's been growing vegetables for a thousand years?

The old man angrily rebuked, "That's very impolite of you."

"I'm sorry! I just couldn't help it." Shi Yu pursed his lips, coughed twice, and forced a smile.

With a serious expression, he said, "Grandpa, how about we make a bet? If I can grow sweet potatoes using vines, you can let me leave."

The young man, unaware of his own limitations, was clearly not believed by the old man, who snorted and retorted with a question.

"What if it doesn't grow?"

Shi Yu bent down, picked up the slightly messy sweet potato vine on the ground, and smiled confidently.

He straightened up and looked at the old man in front of him with a firm gaze.

He declared confidently, "If the sweet potato vines can't grow sweet potatoes, then I'll willingly stay in Death Valley and grow sweet potatoes with you for the rest of my life."

Before he finished speaking, Cullen's expression changed drastically as he stood not far away.

He hurriedly spoke up to stop him, "Shi Yu, you can't! Absolutely not!"

After saying that, he quickly walked towards the old man.

Stop respectfully in front of them and offer a gentlemanly bow, your movements elegant and proper.

Then, Cullen said in a gentle and polite tone, "Greetings, Your Excellency! Please allow me to introduce myself."

My father is Member of Parliament Franty Grafton, and my name is Curion. I am the leader of the medical team.

I sincerely apologize for any losses and inconvenience caused to you, and I am very willing to provide appropriate compensation.

Upon hearing this, the old man, whose face was full of anger, was slightly taken aback.

Then, he looked the well-mannered young insect in front of him up and down.

After a moment, the old man slowly nodded, a look of realization appearing on his face.

"Oh? So it's the Grafton boy. Back in the day, Franti was just a crybaby."

Time flies so fast; even his son has grown up so much.

Cullen's brow relaxed. "You know my father?"

"Hmph, don't try to get close to me. Don't think you can fool me with a few nice words."

"If you don't grow these sweet potatoes for me, even if the Insect Emperor came, he couldn't save you."

The old man frowned, his face darkening with displeasure.

The wrinkles on his face resembled deep ravines, filled with seriousness and dissatisfaction.

He carefully wrapped the precious ancient book with extremely gentle movements.

After wrapping it up, he gently placed the ancient books into the basket on his back and patted the basket as if to comfort it.

He wanted to see if this black-haired boy was truly ignorant and arrogant, or if he actually had the skills to grow sweet potatoes.

"This isn't fair! It was clearly his mistake, why should we share the consequences?"

Henry's face flushed red as he shouted defiantly, his voice seeming to pierce the canyon.

He glared fiercely at the culprit, his eyes wide and filled with anger and hatred.

If looks could kill, Shi Yu would probably have been torn to pieces and died countless times by that dagger-like gaze.

Shi Yu didn't bother to argue at all, and didn't even give Xiangli a glance.

I asked the old man for a pair of scissors and cut the sweet potato vines into small sections 15-20 centimeters long.

Make sure each section retains two to three buds, then remove old leaves and side branches cleanly and efficiently.

His gaze was focused and steady, as if he were tenderly caring for a newborn baby.

Seeing that Shi Yu remained silent, Henry was completely enraged.

She stormed over and shoved Shi Yu hard, the force of which almost knocked him over.

Still not satisfied, Henry yelled, "You bastard, are you mute? Say something!"

I don't want to spend my whole life planting sweet potatoes in this godforsaken place with you, wasting my precious time.

Cullen's eyelids twitched, and he quickly pulled Henry away.

He frowned and scolded in a low voice, "Just shut up and stop making things worse."

In this situation, we need to find a solution, not fight amongst ourselves. Doing so will only make things worse.

Henry shook him off. "I get angry just looking at him. If it weren't for him, how could we be trapped in Death Valley?"

"I believe he can grow sweet potatoes."

Tatarot said firmly.

He walked up to Shi Yu, squatted down, and asked, "Your Majesty, could you teach me how to grow sweet potatoes?"

"Of course, you can just call me by my name from now on."

Shi Yu blinked, giving him a reassuring look.