Sweet potatoes with a yield of 1,800 catties per mu and rice with a yield of 500 catties per mu have spread throughout the country, and the people displaced by the floods are even more eager to go to Tongzhou, but the roads into Tongzhou have been blocked, and even the waterways with worrying water conditions are no exception, and they are not allowed to enter or leave, which is even stricter than martial law during the war. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The most reliable report on the situation in Tongzhou is the Tongzhou prefect's recital, which did not even have to go through the official road of 800 miles expeditious, but was directly taken away by the secret guards from the capital.

Two days later, the heavy piece was presented to the Imperial Desk in the Imperial Study.

Song Zhenzong glanced at ten lines, and immediately after reading the recital, he spread the waves.

Since the various sayings of sweet potatoes and super rice have come, Zhan Chuilang has not been easy anymore, and has been waiting for the concert of the Tongzhou prefect. There is no doubt that once these two high-yield crops came out, the current emperor can be regarded as sitting firmly, and natural and man-made disasters cannot be shaken. Good is good, but the situation is a little different from what they expected, because they expected that the yield of super rice per mu would exceed 800 catties, after all, Feng Qixiang said that the yield per mu was more than 1,000 catties, but now it is only 500 catties, almost folded in half.

"The minister knocked to see the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live!" Zhan Blowing Lang entered the door to salute, but Song Zhenzong had already stepped forward directly to help him up, "Lang Qing is exempt." This is the recital of the prefect of Tongzhou, you can take a look. ”

Zhan Fulang's eyes swept and swept away, and quickly finished reading the gist of the piece, and then looked at it carefully again, "Ah, that's the case!"

The situation of sweet potatoes and rice is described in detail in this cantata, and according to the description, the situation of these two crops is more complicated than the legend says.

There is no way to compare the situation of sweet potatoes, and I don't know whether it is good or bad, but since the yield per mu can reach 1,800 catties, it can be regarded as good.

The 200 acres of super rice planted in Tongzhou are so troubled by the weather that they can't wait for them to be fully ripe and have to be harvested, resulting in a sharp decrease in yield, so that it can be worth 500 catties.

In addition, it is mentioned that the ordinary rice planted by Zhu Qishan, the county magistrate of Lishan County, with "early breeding", has a yield of 450 catties per mu, and it is almost completely mature.

"Breeding in advance?!" Zhan Blowing Lang was puzzled, he seemed to have heard Xiao Fengzi mention it, but there was super rice Zhuyu in front, so he didn't pay attention to what "early breeding" was, he didn't expect it......

As soon as the two monarchs and ministers met, Gonggong Chang hurriedly went out of the palace to find Feng Qixiang, and Zhan Fulang shouted behind him, "If you can't find the Hou Mansion, go to Princess Lan's Mansion...... Look at the back door!"

When Father-in-law Chang arrived at the Hou Mansion, the porter said that the Hou Ye was not in the mansion, he didn't say a word, and ran to Princess Lan's Mansion non-stop, and then sure enough, he saw Feng Qixiang guarding at the back door. He turned over and dismounted, and as soon as his feet were weak, he knelt down, "The slave sees the Hou Ye!!"

"Ahem! I just happened to be passing through here. Feng Qixiang wanted to cover up, afraid that his guarding the back door of Princess Lan's mansion would be widely publicized, which would affect Lan'er's reputation, although it was useless.

"The minion also happened to be passing by. Father-in-law Chang was busy responding, but his next sentence was "The emperor has an important matter to discuss with the marquis."

"......" sealed Qixiang's words.

Walking into the imperial study, Feng Qixiang saluted Song Zhenzong, and watched the music again, during which his face and expression did not change at all, which made people feel that he knew it well, at least Song Zhenzong and Zhan Fulang thought so.

"Feng Qing, what do you think about this?"

"Your Majesty, the last general has no idea about this. Feng Qixiang was not surprised by this result at all, his contact with Taozhuang has not been broken, so the situation of sweet potatoes and super rice has already reached him, what the emperor and Zhan Chuilang know knows, and what they don't know, he also knows some. Lishan County is farther south than the provincial capital of Tongzhou, and the rain arrives late, and the rice is harvested late, and the maturity is also high......

Thinking of the ardent expectations of the people of Limin, Zhan Chuilang felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, "In order to catch up with the sky, two hundred acres of super rice were harvested before they were fully ripe, and 100,000 catties of rice were harvested, and it was okay to eat it, but ...... I don't think I can make seeds. "Originally, it was expected that all the 100,000 catties of rice would be planted, and next year they would be planted in the north and south of the country......

"It is up to man to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen. Now this situation is already good," Feng Qixiang knew the meaning of Zhan Chuilang's words, but he just didn't pick what he liked and said, "The sweet potatoes and rice harvested now, in such a disaster year, it is not a problem to feed the people in the two states and counties." ”

Zhan Fulang approached Feng Qixiang, and the brothers patted him on the shoulder, "Uncle knows, you and Lan Lan have also planted a lot of rice." When I gave the rice to my uncle, I kept a hand. Uncle understands, completely understands, take it out, Uncle doesn't blame you for hiding your secrets. ”

"No!" Feng Qixiang took the hand that was blowing the waves, and said indifferently, "Lord Zhan, you don't know that the seedlings in Lan'er's field were all pulled out and sent to the provincial capital, so why did you keep them." Didn't you plant some of them, just in case?"

"......" Zhan was choking, but he didn't stay, so he was in a hurry.

"Feng Qing, tell me about the situation over there. Song Zhenzong spoke, but Feng Qixiang couldn't be as big or small as Zhan Blowing, "Your Majesty, Princess Lan and I did plant some rice in the fields of Lishan County, but they were just ordinary rice. The emperor doesn't have to worry, ordinary rice can also increase the yield and harvest ahead of schedule after being bred in advance. The yield per mu of my Yang family's big Zhuangzi is 600 kilograms, Xinzhuang and Beicun are similar, and the harvest on the west bank of Lan'er is slightly inferior, only 500 kilograms, and the money and land are 300 kilograms. ”

"What!?600 catties?!" Zhan Fulang on the side was startled, and when he was finished, he asked in disbelief, "How do I remember that the West Bank was still a wasteland the year before last, and the money and beautiful land seemed to be newly opened up for a short time......

Feng Qixiang raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "So what!"

"Obedient! You two little ghosts, is it a blind cat that meets a dead mouse or ......" Seeing Feng Qixiang's face collapse, Zhan Chuilang hurriedly changed his words, "Ahem, it must be Lan Lan's credit, that child, I see it!"

For Feng Qixiang, praising his Lan'er is more useful than praising him, no, as soon as he heard Zhan Blowing Waves and praising Qiao Lan, he immediately changed his face with a warm expression, and said proudly, "My Lan'er is the most capable!"

Song Zhenzong interjected beside him, "Lan Lan is my righteous sister!"

"......" Feng Qixiang slandered, Lan'er is my Lan'er first, and she is your sister-in-law.

Although Feng Qixiang said that the rice planted on Zhuangzi was just ordinary rice, Song Zhenzong still asked the coefficient to be handed over, especially the rice produced by the Yang family's big Zhuangzi, with a yield of 600 catties per mu, and the quality must not be wrong.

The emperor personally opened his mouth to ask for it, Feng Qixiang couldn't give it, but it was not okay to give it for nothing. He took the opportunity to ask for various benefits for Qiao Lan, such as when he got married, he had to do it according to the highest specifications of the princess's marriage.

Qiao Lan was still thinking about the grain and grain, but she didn't expect Feng Qixiang to confiscate all the grain for that little courtesy, including her share, who let the grain of the two families hide in one place. This is the legendary "not afraid of an opponent like a wolf, but only an opponent like a pig".