Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

The four Yun sisters had all farmed before, and they knew better than anyone the weight of the phrase "a thousand bushels per mu" (亩产千石).

Yun Shuangshuang clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms;

Yun Pianpian took a deep breath and pressed her lips tightly together;

Yun Qiaoqiao was already calculating in her mind how many trees could be planted per acre, and her eyes widened as she calculated.

Yun Xiaoxiao's reaction was the most obvious; she turned her head and glanced at her husband.

Fan Sibo still didn't know what those seeds were, but his wife was already doing her best to keep her expression in check.

Yun Xiaoxiao knew best how much her husband cared about the grain harvest. Usually, she and Mr. Su Qing would discuss how to make an extra half a bushel of grain per mu. Now that a thousand bushels of grain per mu was right in front of them, she couldn't wait to whisper everything in his ear.

But she held back with all her might.

We have to wait until her parents come back to talk about this. We can't say anything now, or we won't be able to explain it.

Yun Shengsheng quickly calmed down from her excitement, her face hardening again, and then she asked the foreigner what the price was.

The foreigner just smiled and ignored her, his gaze passing over her head and looking directly at the only adult man in their family—Fan Sibo.

He probably thought that even if a three-year-old girl could say a few words in their language, she wouldn't be able to make decisions about money.

Fan Sibo was completely bewildered by his gaze and couldn't understand a word he was saying. He could only bend down and whisper to Yun Shengsheng, "Little sister, what was he saying?"

At that moment, even he himself felt that his behavior was incredible.

He was an adult, a scholar, yet he was bending over, asking his three-year-old sister-in-law to translate what outsiders were saying.

But when he asked the question, Yun Xiaoxiao and Yun Qiaoqiao looked at him with an air of entitlement, as if it would be wrong of him not to ask.

Seeing that there were too many people around, Yun Shengsheng was afraid that the matter of the seeds would get out and cause trouble, so she simply said to the foreigner, "Come with us," and invited him into her yard.

Zhao and Yun Pianpian continued to watch the shop selling pastries at the entrance. Out of curiosity, they turned back for a look.

As soon as the foreigner entered the courtyard, he was seated on a stone bench. Yun Xiaoxiao poured him a bowl of water, but he looked very thirsty and didn't dare to drink it, clearly afraid of being eaten by someone in the dark.

Yun Shengsheng ignored him and took advantage of the break to write down everything she had just learned.

There was nothing she could do; she said it would be even slower.

She attributed the claim of yielding a thousand catties per mu entirely to foreigners, making it sound very plausible.

After hearing this, Fan Sibo jumped up from the stone bench, almost knocking over his teacup. His expression was beyond just "shock".

He had farmed before, so he knew what a yield of 1,000 shi per mu meant.

Yun Shengsheng quickly tugged at his sleeve and whispered a reminder: "Don't... get excited...and try to bargain."

She spoke slowly, but each word struck Fan Sibo like a hammer blow to the top of his head.

Fan Sibo was taken aback, and instantly felt a little embarrassed.

He was a grown-up scholar who had studied the classics for so many years, yet he couldn't keep his composure as well as a three-year-old sister-in-law.

He lowered his robe, which he had only partially lifted, and sat down properly. He took two deep breaths and changed his expression from "ecstatic" to "it's alright, let's see." Then he nodded to Yun Shengsheng, essentially entrusting the conversation to his sister-in-law.

Yun Shengsheng turned to the foreigner and asked what the price was.

The foreigner probably knew that all he had left to sell was his seed, and he wanted to get a good price, but he didn't dare to ask for an exorbitant amount.

Nobody has ever seen what these seeds look like, and nobody knows what they will grow into. Those who don't know any better might mistake them for stale grains and rotten sesame seeds used to feed chickens. He hesitated for a moment, then held up two fingers.

Yun Shengsheng asked without changing his expression, "Two hundred copper coins?"

The foreigner understood the words "two hundred copper coins," and his mouth twisted with anger. He muttered a long protest in his tongue, slapping his thigh and gesturing wildly.

Yun Shengsheng did it on purpose.

She hadn't figured out whether the person was telling the truth or not. What if the seeds were fake and all that grew were weeds? Then her grandmother's family would be at a huge loss.

She told the foreigner this directly as well.

The foreigner was so angry he jumped up and down, patting his chest and swearing to the heavens that these seeds were indeed good things he brought from his hometown, that they hadn't been lost on the journey of thousands of miles, and that he hadn't handed them over even when he was almost beheaded by bandits—they were absolutely true.

After much arguing and haggling, Yun Shengsheng finally managed to buy the small bag of potato seeds from him for just one tael of silver.

The foreigner was in a good mood after receiving the money; at least he had some living expenses and wouldn't go hungry tonight.

Taking advantage of the situation, he took out the other three small packages, opened them to show Yun Shengsheng, and started promoting them, pointing and gesturing.

Yun Shengsheng glanced inside and her heart nearly jumped out of her throat.

She immediately recognized two of them—the seeds of corn and chili peppers.

Corn, needless to say, yields 500 shi per mu, which is also quite high.

Chili peppers are a wonderful ingredient. If we want to make braised pork intestines, braised pig's trotters, or braised chicken feet in the future, we'll rely on this spicy flavor. Without chili peppers, even the best braising liquid will be missing half its soul.

The last one is surprisingly the tomato! It can be used as both a vegetable and a fruit, and it's very nutritious!

Yun Shengsheng was overjoyed, but her face remained expressionless. She even deliberately frowned and put the seed back.

The translation is: These things don't look very appealing; if it weren't for your hard work, we wouldn't want them.

The foreigner got anxious again, offering introductions and guarantees, saying that these seeds were even more precious than potatoes.

He pleaded and begged until his lips were almost worn thin, and Yun Shengsheng finally nodded reluctantly, paying one tael of silver to buy all three of his remaining seeds.

In this way, he spent a total of two taels of silver and got all the seeds of potatoes, corn, tomatoes, and peppers.

Yun Shengsheng felt she had really tricked him, and her conscience stirred slightly. She turned around, grabbed two large bags of pastries from the shelf, and stuffed them into his hands. Finally, before dark, she politely saw him out the door.

The foreigner was reluctant to part with the little girl when he left.

He also said his name was Mike, and Yun Shengsheng was his first friend here.

He'd been in this place for so long, and this was the first person he could actually talk to.

Unfortunately, Yun Shengsheng didn't have much affection for him. While seeing him off, she wore a polite smile, but had already closed most of the courtyard gate behind her. After sending him away, she turned back to the table, picked up a pen, and began to write on the paper:

What are the names of the four types of seeds? What can they be used for after they are grown? What should be noted when planting them?

It took him half an hour to finish writing.

Fan Sibo stood by the table, looking at what she had finished writing. The more he looked, the more excited he became, and the more his hands trembled.

He could still maintain his scholarly demeanor before, but now he couldn't hold back at all. In the end, he almost ecstatically picked up the papers, treasuring them as if he had obtained some rare and priceless book.

After that, he carefully separated a few seeds from each type, ran to a sunny spot in the yard, squatted there to turn the soil, dig holes, plant the seeds, and water them. His hands were shaking the whole time, and he didn't even bother to wipe the sweat dripping into the soil...