Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Yang Ye took in everyone’s expressions, then flashed a smile and announced, “Alright, the competition is over, everyone can disperse now, except for the judges.”

At his words, the thousands of people were taken aback.

What does this mean?

Why is it ending before the results come out?

“Disappear now. It’s noon, everyone should go get lunch at the dining hall,” Yang Ye waved them away.

In this era, unlike modern times, the word of Yang Ye, Prince Wei, was highly respected in this class society. People might be puzzled, but no one dared to discuss it openly. With a single command from Yang Ye, thousands started moving towards the dining hall.

Qiao Xiaomai was utterly stunned. What exactly is Yang Ye planning?

Yang Ye smiled playfully as he waited for everyone to leave before turning his attention to the nine judges.

“Now that everyone’s had a taste, let’s start voting,” he suggested, clapping his hands to beckon two guards forward.

“Writing the names down is a bit outdated, let’s try something fresh. For Miss Qiao, the symbol will be wheat, and for the Princess, it’s Bai Zhi.”

“If you think Miss Qiao’s dish is better, give me wheat.”

“If you think the Princess did better, give me Bai Zhi.”

After saying this, Yang Ye hopped down from the stage, and a maid handed him a finely made bamboo tube.

The tube was about a foot long, woven from bamboo, the top was only as wide as a palm. Yang Ye carried the tube to the headmaster, “Headmaster, who do you think is the more skillful one? Come, put both hands in.”

He set the tube in front of the headmaster.

The headmaster, chortling, slipped his hands in and out quickly, both hands tightly clenched so no one could tell what he had picked from the tube.

Whether it was wheat or Bai Zhi, both were delicately made and could be easily held in the palm of your hand. Their long sleeves added to the mystery, making it even harder to tell what they had chosen.

“Thank you, Headmaster, you may go now,” Yang Ye stepped aside with a smile.

The headmaster stroked his beard and sighed, “Ah, such delicious food, I wonder when I’ll be able to taste it again.”

With that, he sighed again, slowly making his way out.

Bai Zhi was taken aback.

They had previously agreed to write down the chosen names, now with Yang Ye’s sudden change in plans, her cold face was for nothing!

Why the sudden rule change?!!!

And with such a change, her status as a Princess is now useless!

Yet, Yang Ye ignored Bai Zhi’s inner frustration. He approached Madam Gu next, who put her delicate hands in the tube, then withdrew, fist clenched, gave a small smile to Yang Ye, and left as well.

Yang Ye moved on to Fan Jia, who seemed honest and friendly. He duplicated the actions of the previous two, bowed to Yang Ye and excused himself.

All nine judges quickly made their selection and then departed.

Once the judges left, Yang Ye’s maids and guards retreated as well, leaving only Yang Ye, Bai Zhi, Qiao Xiaomai, Tong Sanlang, and Bai Zhi’s two maids in the Martial Arts Training Ground.

Yang Ye turned around again and returned to the stage. He gestured Bai Zhi over, “Come, check the results. Oh right, 1 choose Miss Qiao.”

As he spoke, he immediately emptied the bamboo tube upon Xiaomai’s stove.

Wheat.

Only neatly clipped wheat.

There wasn’t a single Bai Zhi..