Qian Yong was really anxious this time, and it was just news that the output of the three new grains was very high, but that was to say, there was no exact number as a basis, and no one dared to believe it, let alone think that the output was too high.

But this time, when the output of Huangzhuang was counted, although Qian Yong didn't see the exact number, he had watched the harvest with his own eyes after all, and he had already estimated a few numbers in his heart.

Although it is an estimate, there must still be a gap with the final number, but the estimated value is too high, even if it is broken by half, or even two-thirds, the remaining number is still frighteningly high.

According to the current statistics of Daliang, one acre of high-quality field, the grain produced per mu in a year can have four or five hundred catties, which is already the top of the sky, and it must catch up with the good weather. If there is a disaster year, even if it is a high-quality field, the annual yield per mu will be about 100 catties.

But the corn, potatoes and sweet potatoes in Huangzhuang, he estimated that the yield per mu of each was more than 1,000 catties! And that's just one season's production!

In fact, it was not only Qian Yong who was so shocked that he couldn't speak after coming up with the estimated number, but the officials who went with the household department were also stupid. Even those Wenchen generals who were not too sensitive to the number jù saw the signs.

They couldn't predict it themselves, so they directly pestered the people in the household department and asked them one after another. When the people in the household department reported a number, these people were dumbfounded.

So in the past three days, the entire government and the opposition, almost all eyes are fixed on Huangzhuang, just waiting for the final statistics to come out.

There are not only a large number of high-quality fields, but also medium-sized and low-class fields. When Gao Zixin tried to plant this time, in order to get a more comprehensive number, whether it was a high-grade, medium-grade, or low-grade field, he had people sow seeds, and he deliberately marked them.

However, after all, these three kinds of food carry the hope of most people, so the people in the imperial village are aware of their importance, and instinctively serve them very carefully.

The person in charge of serving is a tenant himself, and he naturally likes this high-yield grain very much, and is full of expectations. Even if there is no reward, they are willing to plant them.

After all, it is the legendary high-yield food, as long as it is successfully planted, then there will be no need to worry about hunger in the future?

Therefore, whether it is a high-quality, medium-class, or inferior field, they are all treated with great care, and many tenants are eager to stay on the edge of the fields all day long, for fear that something will come out and bring disaster to the crops in the sky.

With such careful care, how could the final harvest not be good?

You must know that these seeds are not ordinary seeds, they are all nourished by aura in the space of water clouds. Even if Daliang does not have a variety of high-efficiency fertilizers in later generations, Gao Zixin has also made a lot of organic fertilizers trial, and the yield will naturally not be low.

So as soon as the statistical results were presented, Gao Zixin himself was first frightened by the above numbers.

When Qian Yong came to him with his eyes in a daze, Gao Zixin himself hadn't come back to his senses.

He even wondered if he was dreaming, the statistics recorded in the booklet were so unreal!

He remembered that Huangzhuang had a bumper harvest last year, but even so, the annual yield of the high-quality fields was only more than 500 catties.

But now, what's written in that booklet?

The average yield per mu of corn is 1,600 jin in the upper field, 1,000 jin per mu in the middle field, and 600 jin in the lower field.

For potatoes, the average yield per mu of the superior field is 6,000 catties, the average yield per mu of the medium field is 5,000 catties, and the average yield of the inferior field is 4,000 catties.

The average yield per mu of sweet potatoes is 7,000 jin in the upper field, 5,600 jin per mu in the middle field, and 4,800 jin in the lower field.

Gao Zixin felt that either he was wrong, or the people below were deliberately deceiving him!

But in order to count jù accurately, the whole process was closely watched by the brocade guards, and it couldn't be faked, and the people below were probably not stupid enough to write such a fantasy and make it clear that there was a problematic number jù.

In other words, the biggest possibility is that he is still dreaming!

Gao Zixin secretly pinched his thigh, and suddenly frowned in pain, trying his best to control zhì so that he didn't grin in pain, which damaged the majesty of the Son of Heaven.

He felt his heart pounding, and an adjective popped up in his head - deer bumping.

What do you mean by that? Happiness comes too fast for me to bear!

Gao Zixin felt that he couldn't bear it.

This number jù...... It's incredible! However, he suddenly remembered that there were a few books in the original collection about agricultural planting, and it seemed that the yield of corn and other things was also written on them.

Gao Zixin secretly took out the book, flipped to the record, and when he saw the numbers on it, his eyes suddenly widened - such a high number was real!

Not only that, but according to the above records, it seems that there were more prolific varieties in later generations. For example, potatoes and sweet potatoes seem to be able to reach 10,000 catties when the yield per mu is the highest!

Gao Zixin felt that this world was too mysterious.

He thought about the poor harvest of the former Huangzhuang, and his heart suddenly became very unhappy - the people of the future generations are so happy!

But thinking about the terrible population in the later generations, Gao Zixin was relieved again. If there is not enough food production, where can we afford to feed so many people!

However, after confirming that the terrible number recorded in the booklet was true, Gao Zixin was completely calm.

When he first succeeded to the throne last year, he was afraid that the crumbling throne under his ass would be overthrown, especially those people who couldn't eat enough, and they were the most likely to take up the hoe and rebel.

But now, he doesn't worry anymore. With these three kinds of high-yield grain in hand, unless there is a famine every year, he doesn't believe that he can't feed the people of Daliang!

At this moment, Huanxi came to report, saying that Qian Yong wanted to see him.

As soon as Gao Zixin heard it, he knew why Qian Yong came.

He glanced at the number jù on the booklet, immediately smiled proudly, and directly ordered: "Xuan." ”

So it didn't take long for Qian Yong to stand in front of Gao Zixin, he saluted quickly, and then couldn't wait to say: "Your Majesty, I heard that Huangzhuang has reported the harvest counts, I don't know, what is the harvest of corn, potatoes and sweet potatoes?" ”

He didn't dare to let Gao Zixin directly show him the number, after all, the Huangzhuang was strictly calculated as Gao Zixin's private property, and the harvest was to be included in the inner treasury, which had nothing to do with the treasury.

Qian Yong, as the secretary of the household department, is in charge of the national treasury, but he can't control Gao Zixin's inner treasury. He asked this now, which was already considered an arrogance.

However, after all, high-yield grain is related to the world's social welfare, and Qian Yong must ask.

Gao Zixin looked at him with a smile, and saw that his face was full of anxiety, so he deliberately sold it to him: "Well, the harvest is okay, and I finally didn't disappoint me." ”

When Qian Yong heard this, he was almost depressed in his heart, and he couldn't help but glance at Gao Zixin sadly-Your Majesty, just tell me a real number, why hide it!

Qian Yong waited for a while, and saw that Gao Zixin didn't reveal anything at all, so he cheekily continued to ask: "That...... I don't know how much? ”

Gao Zixin has always looked at Qian Yong's soft and hard appearance and is a little unpleasant, especially Qian Yong's management of the treasury to death, so that he has to pay out of pocket every time he wants to do something. In this regard, Gao Zixin was depressed.

If it weren't for Qian Yong's honest management of the treasury and his lack of greed for ink, plus Qian Bi was doing his best to do things for him, Gao Zixin would have been unable to tolerate Qian Yong, an old fox.

So when he could see Qian Yong's face change at this time, he felt extremely happy in his heart, and even deliberately sold Guanzi: "Very good, I am very satisfied." ”

It's clear that he refuses to give an accurate number.

Qian Yong secretly lucked his luck in his heart, and finally couldn't help it, knelt directly on the ground, and said righteously: "Your Majesty, this matter is related to the world's society, and the minister implores His Majesty to give the minister a quasi-number, so that the minister can have a bottom in his heart, whether this thing is suitable for promotion among the people." ”

After he finished speaking, he put his forehead on the cold gold brick, making it clear that Gao Zixin would not get up if he didn't agree.

Gao Zixin saw that he was more serious this time, and it was not easy to hide it anymore. However, he was really a little unwilling to tell Qian Yong like this, so he said: "Tomorrow morning, you will know." ”

These words not only sent Qian Yong, but even the three auxiliary ministers who rushed over in the next step were also sent away.

Qian Yong had to shake his head helplessly when he walked out, but as soon as he thought of Gao Zixin's smiling and obviously good mood, he knew that this harvest would definitely not be bad.

So, he quickly came out of his loss, and not only was he not angry, but he touched his beard with a smile and smiled like an old fox.

When the other ministers got the news, they began to scratch their hearts and lungs.

His Majesty is so unkind that he is selling off with them at this juncture!

But no one dared to harass Gao Zixin again, and no one dared to go to Huangzhuang to make trouble. Since the beginning of the harvest, Jinyiwei has been stationed in Huangzhuang, and now that no one has left, who dares to make trouble?

I waited like this, and in the midst of a long wait, the time finally came to the second day.

On this day, the ministers almost unanimously got up early, and they didn't even bother to eat breakfast, so they hurried to the palace in a hurry.

As soon as Gao Zixin appeared, these people immediately looked at Gao Zixin, and all of them had four big characters clearly written on their faces-Majesty Xià Say it quickly!

Gao Zixin rolled his eyes speechlessly in his heart, thinking of the number counted in the booklet, and couldn't help laughing again.

Hehe, what's the use of looking at me now? I'll scare you to death later!

Gao Zixin thought evilly, but deliberately did not mention the matter of output, until the ministers saluted, and Huanxi shouted as usual, "If there is something to play, there is nothing to retreat from the court", Qian Yong immediately stood up: "Your Majesty, the three high-yield grains planted in Huangzhuang have recently obtained a bumper harvest, and it is reported that the yield is amazing. ”

The next moment, the other ministers suddenly stood up in an uproar, and their mouths were all saying "seconded by the minister", making it clear that they were forcing Gao Zixin to say the answer.

Gao Zixin knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, and if he sold Guan Zi again, these courtiers would definitely play tricks with him. With so many people, he alone is no opponent.

So he simply waved his hand and motioned Huanxi to send a copy of the copied booklet down and send it directly to Qian Yong.

Gao Zixin knew very well how unbelievable the numbers on the booklet were, but he deliberately pretended not to care, and said lightly: "It's just planted on a whim, since you are so curious about the yield, let's take a look, all the yield is recorded on it." ”

In fact, the booklet not only records the average yield per mu of each kind, but also records the yield of each mu in detail, which is clearly listed.

Whether it is an upper, medium, or inferior field, the yield is also uneven, fluctuating up and down along the average line.

As soon as Qian Yong took the booklet, he couldn't wait to open it, and the first page of the booklet recorded the average yield per mu that was finally calculated.

At this look, Qian Yong's eyes suddenly widened, and he was so shocked that he almost didn't get up in one breath!

Others saw that Qian Yong, who was strict and rigid on weekdays, showed such an exaggerated expression, where could they still hold it? simply surrounded him directly, stretched his neck and looked at the booklet.

So suddenly, many people were so frightened that their eyes widened.

Yes, it's just a scare! The number jù on that is really scary, it's just unbelievable!

If they hadn't watched the harvest with their own eyes, and they had already asked the people in the household department about the estimated yield before, they would not believe it at all, and they only felt that Gao Zixin was deliberately playing tricks on them!

And more courtiers who couldn't squeeze in, seeing that everyone else was extremely surprised, felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching, and kept asking: "What is the output?" Let the lower officials also take a look. ”

There is no way, the lower the official position, the lower the ranking, so now the people who can see the numbers recorded in the booklet are the big officials in the front.

Qian Yong quickly finished flipping through it, not caring at all whether the colleagues around him could see it, he just swept over those counts with a glance and ten lines, and then, he suddenly knelt on the ground, and said excitedly: "Your Majesty, it is really a great fortune for the country to have these three kinds of high-yield grains!" Among the ministers, we should do our best to promote it throughout the country, so that the people no longer have to suffer from hunger! ”

As soon as he said this, the other courtiers also knelt down and pleaded, looking worried about the country and the people.

Gao Zixin watched silently, and released a thunderbolt again: "Actually, what I tried to plant in Huangzhuang this time is not only these three kinds of high-yield grains, but also some other crops, among which there is a kind of cotton called cotton, which can be picked several times a year, and the yield is higher than that of kapok, and it can also be made into thick cotton clothes and quilts." It shouldn't be long before you can pick it. ”

If Gao Zixin just talked about cotton, everyone might not understand what it was, but as soon as he said kapok, where did the courtiers present not know?

Kapok can be used for cotton cloth, but the yield is so low that the price of the woven cotton cloth is frighteningly high. If this cotton is really produced in high yields and is promoted throughout the country, then ......

The courtiers' eyes suddenly lit up, and they only felt that a broad road to an unprecedented prosperity had been unfolded in front of them.