Chapter 121: The Correct Way to Use Appraisal Skill

Liu Heming was a broad-minded person. Failing to use the Appraisal Skill in time did cause a big loss. But that was nothing. Compared to the benefits he had gained, it was just a drop in the bucket.

He returned to his bedroom and slept soundly. He had a very comfortable sleep. When he opened his eyes again, his daughter was still playing on the bed with the two Bear Cubs.

“Alex, did you have another dream?” Liu Heming asked curiously.

“Dad, I didn’t dream. Xiong Da made me feel hot and woke me up,” Alex said, blinking her big eyes.

Liu Heming looked at his daughter and felt a bit suspicious. It seemed that when she spoke just now, her eyes dodged a little. He decided to let it be for now. Probably it was the System playing tricks. Anyway, the System cared about his daughter too and wouldn’t do anything bad to her.

After going through his usual routine, he went to the Warehouse. He needed to cover up the Alfalfa Grass seeds a little, and then he would have to go to the field every night to scatter some. When they grew in the future, they would appear as if they were native.

What he cared about more now was what the Sweet Potato Vine was actually for. From what the System said, it seemed he had really been wasteful.

He grabbed a handful of Sweet Potato Vine and silently thought “Appraisal Skill” in his mind. Nothing unusual happened.

He took a few deep breaths, then held the Sweet Potato Vine with both hands and stared at it for a long time before silently thinking “Appraisal Skill” again in his mind.

This time there was a reaction. A line of green text flashed before his eyes:

Magical Sweet Potato Vine, long-term consumption can improve immunity, protect eyesight, and delay aging. If made into medicine, it can be used for detoxification (taken orally), stopping bleeding (applied externally), and also for bone injury recovery. (Best effect when applied externally on animals)

Liu Heming was dumbfounded. No wonder the System called him an idiot—he really was one. The effects mentioned earlier were not important; they required long-term use. Even if he knew this thing was good, he couldn’t eat Sweet Potato leaves every day.

The main function of the Sweet Potato Vine was actually the sentence in parentheses—it worked best on animals. Whether it was detoxifying, stopping bleeding, or helping with bone injuries for animals, it could be called a miracle drug.

And how had he treated it? The only useful thing he did was feed it to Charming Girl. And he hadn’t even used it correctly—it said external application was more effective.

He really felt like slapping his thigh. He was such an idiot. How many US dollars had he wasted feeding it to pigs, chickens, ducks, and geese? If some expensive animal had related issues, he could easily step in and make a lot of money.

“Dad, do you have a headache?” Alex asked, a little scared.

She really didn’t know why her beloved dad was happy one moment, then hitting his head and slapping his thigh the next. The expression on his face had become really frightening.

“It’s nothing, Dad just remembered some things. Let’s go back and eat,” Liu Heming said as he picked up his daughter.

A man does not easily shed tears; if he has tears, he only lets them flow in his heart.

He was truly filled with regret now, but no amount of regret would help. Luckily, he had been carefree last night and hadn’t used the Appraisal Skill on the Sweet Potato Vine right away. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to sleep all night.

Back in the house, he absentmindedly finished breakfast, then eagerly went to the room where the Sweet Potatoes were stored and took out some Finger Sweet Potatoes.

He was not someone who could keep things to himself. Now he really wanted to know what specific effects his Finger Sweet Potatoes had. As for the test report from the Department of Agriculture, it now seemed like worthless paper.

He filled a plate with more than twenty Sweet Potatoes and gave three to each of the Bear Cubs.

Sasha had just taken one bite when she couldn’t help but look at Liu Heming.

Liu Heming looked strange now. He was holding a small Finger Sweet Potato with both hands, staring at it intently. After a while, his face twisted as if he was in pain, but then it quickly turned into a wide grin.

Sasha frowned, not knowing what was wrong with Liu Heming. Alex didn’t think it was a big deal; it was better than in the Warehouse earlier, where he had been hitting his head.

Liu Heming’s pained expression was because he had seen information about the Sweet Potato through the Appraisal Skill. One detail made him very unhappy: this type of Sweet Potato could only be planted up to 2,000 pieces, which was the number the System had originally given him. This shattered some of his dreams of getting rich; he had planned to destroy all the land on the Ranch in the future to plant Sweet Potatoes.

The information about the Finger Sweet Potato given by the Appraisal Skill was: Magical Sweet Potato, also known as Sweet Potato. Growth period: random, one to three months. Long-term consumption can improve immunity, relieve summer heat, and remove damp cold. Juicing and consuming it raw is more effective. (Limited to planting 2,000 pieces, each plant bears five fruits, roots must not be damaged during planting)

At first glance, the Sweet Potato’s effects didn’t seem as magical as its vine, but upon closer thought, its value was far greater than that of the vine.

Sweet Potatoes were easy to store; you could keep them for a year without any problems. But the vine was different—it would rot naturally. Even vine produced by the System couldn’t escape this fate; it might just last a little longer.

The immunity improvement was definitely not just a minor boost. The test results from the Department of Agriculture clearly stated that various beneficial indicators were far above normal levels.

This immunity boost must be significant. So in the future, could he introduce a Sweet Potato meal plan—one Sweet Potato a day, a set of 365 for a year?

With improved immunity, you would get sick less. Rich people had plenty of money; what they lacked was life. If they could live for thousands of years, that would be ideal. Once they realized the value of the Sweet Potato, he could start selling, and they would come rushing to buy.

“Idiot, still gloating. Do you have to use the Appraisal Skill like you’re taking a dump? Just look at something and think about it, and the Appraisal Skill can be used.” The System’s voice pulled Liu Heming out of his fantasy.

He turned his head and saw that indeed, whether it was his daughter, Sasha, or Robin who usually didn’t care much, along with the Bear Cubs, everyone was looking at him strangely.

“Hahahaha…” Liu Heming forced a dry laugh. “I just think these Sweet Potatoes are really great. Even though they’re small, they have high value. In the future, they’ll help build a better house for Alex.”

This was both to ease the awkwardness of everyone (including the bears) staring at him and to deflect the System’s mockery.

The way he used the Appraisal Skill was indeed a bit odd; holding the Sweet Potato like that really did look like he was holding toilet paper. It seemed he really needed to pay more attention in the future and not focus his Spirit too intensely.