Something is wrong, nothing about this is right!
Since I came to Wangjiacun, whether it is Wang Lingling or others, they have always guided me intentionally or unintentionally, allowing me to choose between Wangjiacun and Sanbanaxe.
However, this kind of thing is as unsolvable as the classic train problem of later generations.
After all, no matter what choice you make, it will be at the expense of other innocent people.
Mr. Buyi's reaction just now clearly shows that the person behind the scenes does not want to have the best of both worlds. Therefore, he did not know what means he used to make Mr. Buyi forget what had just happened.
Even Huniu suffered from his influence.
Thinking of this, Yang Dong couldn't help but take a deep breath. If everything is true as I reasoned, then who is this person behind the scenes?
His behavior even exceeded Yang Dong's understanding of the world.
The only good thing at the moment is that the other party doesn't seem to have any plans to kill him for the time being, otherwise he wouldn't have created a problem for him.
Thinking of this, Yang Dong's eyes flashed with confidence.
Although the person behind the scenes has fixed the bug, Yang Dong believes that the breakthrough in this matter should start with the sweet potato leaves.
So he cupped his hands towards Mr. Buyi and said seriously:
"I suddenly remembered that there are still some things that have not been dealt with, so I left first."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the small courtyard without waiting for Mr. Buyi's reaction. Huniu looked at his back, her eyes full of doubts, and she pouted her mouth and said dissatisfiedly.
"Humph, who is this person? I originally thought he should know some medical skills, but now it seems that he is a complete liar."
Mr. Buyi smiled noncommittally and immediately stopped talking.
in the palace,
Wang Lingling frowned slightly, but there was a hint of anger in her eyes without any emotion.
"Jing Wuyuan, I need you to give me a reasonable explanation."
Hearing this, Jing Wuyuan also felt depressed.
He sighed softly, and then said slowly.
"Lingjun, you don't know something about this. Although my illusion is an illusion, every character in it has its own soul."
"So Lord Ling can completely regard them as living people. The situation in Wangjiacun is actually an illusion simulated by me after making certain changes to the real Wangjiacun."
"Everything was fine at first, until the plate of vegetables went bad."
"It's just a plate of green vegetables, why would it be such a bad thing?"
Wang Lingling looked down and asked in confusion.
"Ling Jun is unaware that this plant is called sweet potato, and it does have rhizomes. And I just checked some county records, and it seems that it is recorded that it can be eaten."
"It's just that this county chronicle has been lost for many years, so no mortal can find it."
"So you are worried that Yang Dong will use this plant to find a way to break the situation?"
Wang Lingling is funny and hilarious.
In fact, until now, she still didn't think Yang Dong could find a solution that had the best of both worlds.
Rather than having the best of both worlds, she hoped that Yang Dong could only protect Wangjiacun.
In the face of real disaster, no one can stay away. Some people will always have to be sacrificed, but as long as the majority of people are preserved, the seeds of civilization will continue.
Although her father did not say much about the future disaster, Wang Lingling knew that this matter was not groundless. Crazy Jia is not really talking nonsense. No one can be immune to the coming disaster.
Even the "law" will be affected to a certain extent.
So according to Wang Lingling's idea, Yang Dong's most correct choice is to save the majority of people in Wangjiacun.
"Lingjun, look at Yang Dong's movements, he is clearly looking for that sweet potato!"
"I really didn't expect that Pindao's illusion actually allowed him to find a way to break it."
"Lingjun, this person is about to step out of the illusion. Should I bring him back into the illusion?"
Wang Lingling pondered for a moment, and suddenly the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
"It doesn't have to be like this. Since he can find this place, it proves that there is God's will in the dark."
"That's all, I didn't expect him to pass the test in this way. The person that Madman Jia said should be robbed is indeed not an ordinary person."
Jing Wuyuan lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke to persuade.
"Lingjun, you are still in seclusion now. We all need you to go back and take charge of the overall situation. This Yang Dong is just a mortal after all. Why do you waste so much time on him?"
"Why don't you go back with me?"
"go back?"
Wang Lingling just thought for a moment and then shook her head resolutely.
"It's enough that you old guys decide many things. There's no point in me staying there."
"I had feelings for this kid at the time, and there was no guarantee that he could bring me more surprises."
"this……"
Jing Wu's expression turned bitter, and he was about to speak to persuade. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of Wang Lingling's face and said:
"Why, you talk about being a spiritual master, but in the end you are perfunctory with me, and you don't even listen to my orders?"
"My subordinates dare not!"
Jing Wuyuan bowed and saluted again. This time, without any hesitation, he resigned and quickly left the palace.
It wasn't until he was gone that he rubbed his chest with lingering fear and muttered to himself.
"I'm so scared to death. How could I forget what this little devil looked like when he was a child?"
"She is not Your Majesty, not Your Majesty, not Your Majesty! Don't make any mistakes next time!"
…
As the saying goes, the emperor pays off, and sure enough, after an afternoon of careful search, Yang Dong finally found the existence of sweet potatoes in a shady valley.
Although these sweet potatoes do not look as plump as those of later generations, their taste is not as sweet as that of later generations. Instead, they have a hint of bitterness.
But it is still a real sweet potato.
Looking at the number here, although it is not a lot, it is not difficult to feed the villagers of Wangjia Village for a whole winter.
Yang Dong smiled with satisfaction and felt a big stone in his heart fell to the ground.
What happened next, everything fell into place.
With Wang Lingling's testimony, the villagers in Wangjiacun soon believed that the sweet potatoes in Yang Dong's mouth could fill their stomachs.
As expected, the third son of Sanbanxu's family was cured after using folk remedies.
Overall, things ended quite satisfactorily.
In a simple farmyard, Yang Dong and Wang Lingling sat face to face.
Only this time, Yang Dong's face was more solemn than ever.
"I think it's time for us to talk."
