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

A blond, blue-eyed man with a high nose and fair skin stood at the shop entrance.

He was wearing a dirty, tattered robe with sleeves that were too short, revealing half of his hairy wrists.

He gestured wildly, muttering incessantly, his expression both anxious and earnest, sweat dripping from his forehead.

But the more he gestured, the more his older sisters backed away.

Curious passersby gathered around, but none dared to approach.

Even Fan Sibo looked on nervously.

Finally, he mustered his courage and asked, "May I ask where you come from and what brings you here?"

The foreigner became even more anxious and rattled off a long string of words, but unfortunately, no one could understand him.

Someone muttered quietly, "Is he... a beggar?"

Yun Shengsheng stood at the door and listened for a while. Her eyes lit up immediately, and she almost burst out laughing.

This person is speaking English.

Although the accent was a bit strange, with the tongue curled up like it was holding a radish, it was definitely English.

Before I transmigrated into the book, I was the special assistant to an international CEO, fluent in five languages—I thought I'd never need that skill in my life, but unexpectedly, I ran into a foreigner in this alley of Taijing County.

This man wasn't a beggar; he was a businessman. Unfortunately, he was robbed and lost all his money.

He was asking the older woman if he could exchange his goods for some travel money. Unfortunately, no one understood him!

Yun Xiaoxiao and Yun Pianpian's eyes lit up. They hadn't expected their little sister to be so amazing, able to understand even foreigners.

After talking for a while, the foreigner realized that everyone looked blank, so he sighed and prepared to try his luck at the next place.

Yun Shengsheng quickly darted out from behind the door, ran to him with her short legs, tilted her head back, and uttered one word at a time in her perfect English: "First...take out...your goods...and let me...have a...look."

The foreigner stopped moving instantly.

He looked down at the child in front of him, who was not even as tall as his thigh, and was so excited he almost jumped up.

He immediately swung his long arm, about to give Yun Shengsheng a hug, but Yun Qiaoqiao glared at him and immediately raised her knife.

Fan Sibo quickly pulled Yun Shengsheng back.

The foreigner's hand froze in mid-air, then he awkwardly withdrew it.

But he was so excited that he squatted down and rattled off a long string of words to Yun Shengsheng.

Yun Shengsheng rolled her eyes.

【I can understand what you're saying, but it has nothing to do with your God!】

Meanwhile, everyone in the alley looked at Yun Shengsheng in surprise.

Fan Sibo opened his mouth, wanting to ask his younger sister how she knew what this person was saying.

But before he could finish speaking, his wife, Yun Xiaoxiao, grabbed his sleeve.

Yun Xiaoxiao glared at him and said in a low voice, "Don't say a word, my little sister can handle it."

Yun Qiaoqiao tucked the knife behind her waist and nodded in agreement: "Yes, brother-in-law, just listen to my little sister, step back a bit."

Lian Yunpianpian and Yun Shuangshuang nodded at the same time.

Fan Sibo paused for a moment, looked around, and suddenly noticed a fact that he should have noticed long ago.

The youngest sister in the family is the youngest, but she seems to be the one who listens to everyone the most.

My younger sister said she wanted to eat pig offal, so the next day my mother-in-law bought a big basin of it to study; my younger sister said she wanted to buy a shop, so the next day my father-in-law went and paid the deposit.

His parents-in-law were not fools; in fact, they were the most astute people he had ever met.

The whole family listens to the youngest sister; she must be incredibly capable!

The child is only three years old, and she can still utter words as she speaks. She recognizes so many words, and she can memorize what Mr. Su Qing taught her just by looking at it once.

Fan Sibo's last bit of doubt disappeared, and he obediently shut his mouth and took half a step back.

The foreigner was very excited to see Yun Shengsheng.

Yun Shengsheng, however, remained indifferent.

She dealt with foreigners for so many years in her past life, she knows these people all too well.

Anyone who would travel such a long distance across the ocean to do business is no saint. The good ones would have died on the road long ago; those who are alive and standing before her are all ruthless and vicious.

He seems all smiles and harmless now because he hasn't discovered your weaknesses yet; once he does, he'll turn on you faster than flipping through a book.

Just like those foreigners in modern history books, weren't they all there because they saw that China was easy to bully and could make a lot of money, so they crammed all that exploitation and opium into China?

Too lazy to waste words with him, she straightened her face and said directly, "Let's... inspect the... goods first."

Seeing her like this, the foreigner awkwardly took off his hat.

The hat was so dirty that its original color was no longer visible, and it was tattered and torn. Who would have thought that there were several tiny pockets hidden in the hat's inner lining, each pocket no bigger than a palm and tightly sealed.

Yun Shengsheng raised an eyebrow.

That person is indeed shrewd.

He was robbed on the street. How could the robbers possibly leave him anything? They probably stole all the goods. They only left this tattered hat because they thought it was useless. That's why they left this foreigner with some of his most valuable possessions.

She wanted to see what this merchant, now stripped bare of everything, would have left to exchange for money.

The foreigner carefully opened one of the pockets, held it in his palm, and showed it to Yun Shengsheng.

He probably thought Yun Shengsheng was too young to appreciate the value of things, so he pointed to Yun Xiaoxiao and Fan Sibo behind her, indicating that they should come and take a look together.

Yun Xiaoxiao pulled Fan Sibo closer and saw that the pocket contained some small, round, yellowish seeds.

Fan Sibo took out a seed, examined it for a long time, and still couldn't figure out what it was. He muttered to himself, "This... is it the seed of some kind of flower?"

Yun Shengsheng frowned suspiciously and asked, "Potato?"

The foreigner's eyes widened, and he nodded. He was curious how the little girl knew.

Yun Shengsheng's eyes lit up again, many times brighter than when he was speaking English earlier, and she almost couldn't hold back her excitement.

These are actually potato seeds!

"That's definitely good stuff. I overheard my brother-in-law talking to Mr. Su about agriculture before. He said that wheat yields in the north are only 0.4 to 1 shi per mu, and in the south, it's only 1 to 1.5 shi. With such a meager harvest, a family works hard all year round, pays rent, keeps enough for planting, and then barely has enough flour left to make steamed buns for the New Year."

But potatoes are different. I worked on an agricultural investment project before, and I checked the data. The earliest introduced varieties yielded over a thousand catties per mu, which translates to a thousand shi!

[A thousand shi! That's a thousand-fold increase in yield! And it's not picky about the land; even barren land will yield a bountiful harvest.]

If this seed could be cultivated and planted throughout the country, how many stomachs would be fed? How many more disaster victims would no longer have to leave their homes and flee famine...?