"Red yams are ready~~"
Before long, Hu Yun's delighted voice rang out from the kitchen. He and Mother Jujube emerged carrying two trays each, one steamed and one slow-roasted. The distinctive fragrance of red yams drifted over, making both Ji Yuan and Xiezhi twitch their noses—one out of nostalgia, the other out of sheer craving.
The roasted red yams tasted just like the roasted sweet potatoes in Ji Yuan's memories, but there were rather a lot of people eating, so no one got much. Xiezhi in particular had no idea what restraint meant. Guests such as Yang Zong and Lu Xiaoyou only received a small piece each to sample the flavor.
But Yang Zong and Lu Xiaoyou only ate one apiece as a gesture of courtesy. Once they were done, they immediately took their leave. They had to return to Great Zhen's Jingji Prefecture; besides discussing matters with Great Zhen's officials, Yang Zong also intended to visit Yang Hao.
The moment the two left, Xiezhi slapped Hu Yun, who was sitting beside him.
"Go buy some more. This time, get a hundred jin."
"Ah? But they've already sold out over there. They only brought one cart since they came to provide seeds. There's no more to buy."
Hu Yun wanted another taste too, but there truly was none left.
"Come on, aren't you quite clever? Think of something."
At those words from Xiezhi, Hu Yun's eyes began to dart about. After glancing at Ji Yuan, he came up with an idea.
"Fine, I'll go find the Wei Clan Merchant House. They can definitely get hold of red yams. Master, Mister Ji, wait for me."
Once Hu Yun had left, Xiezhi immediately laid his cards on the table before Ji Yuan.
"Ji Yuan, you pushed this little clever rascal onto me,