"Shopkeeper, how do you sell this?" Jasmine asked, her tone carrying a few parts of excitement that were difficult to conceal.
Do not look down on the ceramic jar in Jasmine's hands just because it was very old, with the outside covered in dried, crusty mud and the mouth of the jar even missing a large chipped piece; the thing contained inside was actually potatoes.
This was a type of crop where, in future generations, the highest yield could reach up to tens of tons per acre. If she could plant this in her own territory, the slaves would no longer have to suffer from hunger, and the problem of food shortages would be thoroughly resolved.
