Si Jiuyue did not alert the enemy, and after gaining a general understanding of the situation, she returned to the inn. Early the next morning, she drove the donkey cart out of Shangsi City. By May, the sun was already quite scorching. Passing by a pond, Si Jiuyue plucked some rushes to weave a straw hat to wear. Along the way, she ate a meat sandwich and a griddle cake, which sufficed for lunch.
Before returning to the Forbidden Mountain, she retrieved three shi of non-glutinous rice and two shi of millet from her Dimension and loaded them onto the cart. She also added a large barrel of soy sauce—roughly twenty liters—thirty jin of refined salt, and six bolts of plain cloth. This should be enough to last a month.
When she passed by the sandy land near the river, she specifically stopped to check on the sweet potato vines. The plants had fully matured by now. She walked slowly to the edge of the patch and gently lifted the vines; they had already begun to branch out, and potato tubers the size of needle tips were beginning to form underground. The tips of the vines were ready to be pinched off and eaten, but that was a minor matter; her biggest concern was that the plants would grow lush foliage but fail to produce tubers at the crucial moment. She had boasted to everyone that come autumn, she would harvest at least five or six thousand jin of sweet potatoes.
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