Normally, the yield per mu of potatoes can be as little as 2,000 catties, and as much as tens of thousands of catties.

During the Qin Dynasty, the conditions were poor, and there were no professional pest control methods.

And there is no supporting fertilizer, and the yield will definitely not be high.

At that time, Bai Ji wanted to be in the world of Xianxia, just take some spiritual spring to water it, and easily make four thousand catties.

Okay, it's really four thousand catties now, but it's the unit of measurement of the Great Qin Dynasty.

There are many reasons for the low yield, mainly because the white millet is not taken care of at all.

After cutting the potatoes into pieces, they are thrown into the field, and one season is planted once a year.

There is no chemical fertilizer, and I am too lazy to remove insects and hoe weeds.

If it weren't for the fat man's strong request, he wouldn't even bother to do it.

How much it grows depends on the will of God.

He didn't eat much, and he mainly used it to make wine as feed.

So, he also hit it by mistake?

……

Dig!

Wang Ben's eyes were red.

I didn't care about the majesty of Chehou, and the armor was stripped away and thrown aside.

Don't dare to use a sword, just use your hands to pull.

starved to death and did not eat seed food. He still understands this truth.

This potato yield is extremely high!

He didn't know what it tasted like, but he could definitely eat it!

Now Qianshou is not a picky eater, and he is satisfied if he can fill his stomach.

The staple food of the Lao Qin people was millet and wheat, which were suitable for cultivation in the dry land of the north.

Sometimes when marching and fighting, they eat corn bran that has been accumulated for several years, and the taste can be imagined.

Even so, others are envious.

Being able to fill your stomach is the primary problem of the common people at all times.

As for the house?

The old Qin people have not heard of anyone who does not have a house to live in.

This potato feels heavy, no matter how you think about it, it won't be bad.

The key is high yield!

You don't care about the taste or anything, just this one is enough!

The land is soft, so it's okay to dig it by hand.

Potatoes were planted on a few acres of land.

Two hundred soldiers stood against the sun and attacked directly.

They belong to Wang Ben's personal guards, and they are all members of the Wang clan.

They don't understand auspiciousness, they don't understand anything else.

But know that this potato is a great food!

Just when the little gentleman mentioned it casually, there were six potatoes.

It adds up to seven pounds!

Good boy!

If this is known to those leaders in Pinyang, they must not go crazy?

The output of one acre of land must be thirty stones!

Meng Yi and other Wenchen were not idle, and measured the acres of land with the number of steps on the spot.

The length and width are 240 steps for one acre.

In a hurry, it is impossible for them to bring special tools.

Let's just say that there is no copper right specifically for weighing.

It doesn't need to be that precise, just have an approximate number.

While they were busy, Bai Ji sat next to Qin Shi Huang.

This scene also made many people's jaws almost drop.

Bai Ji is this going to be on an equal footing with the First Emperor?

Don't doubt the ability of the ancients to interpret and supplement the brain, in fact, there are really people who have been cut because of similar things.

Qin Shi Huang didn't care about this little thing. The eternal auspiciousness is in front of him, and Bai Ji said that he gave it to him. Caring about this trivial matter, doesn't it hurt Bai Ji's heart?

He was still thinking about how to fool Bai Ji back to Great Qin.

Zhao Gao stood behind, with a bit of jealousy in his eyes.

He's not stupid.

The first emperor's attitude towards him changed 180 degrees, and he also asked him to return to his hometown in Handan, making it clear that someone was obstructing him. Except for Bai Ji, he couldn't think of a second person.

"How much does the immortal master think this mu produces?"

"Maybe it's less, only about thirty stones."

Bai Ji said what was in his heart.

In later generations, the yield of potatoes per mu was so much, which can only be said to be average.

If he is carefully served, and there is a special chemical fertilizer, it will not be difficult to double the yield per mu!

Bai Ji was also annoyed, he had known that this was the case, and he would take good care of it for the rest of the month, and strive to get a yield of eighty stones per mu!

It's not impossible to provoke him to exert his spiritual power to gain weight.

What a mistake!

Qin Shi Huang: ......

Zhao Gao: ......

Xia Wuhe: ......

It's only good to use!

Listen, is this human talk??

Thirty or so stones have been able to beat the Great Qin grain seed a few times back and forth!

As mentioned earlier, the highest yield per mu here is probably the area of Zhengguoqu, which is almost six and a half stones.

This is already a thousand miles of fertile land, the land of abundance.

But in front of the potatoes, there is no scum left.

The ancients didn't understand the starch content and taste, they only cared about the yield per mu.

"There's no way, I'll just do it."

"If you work hard and fertilize frequently, it is not impossible to double."

Don't forget, he's still a monk.

Give him some time, it is possible to produce 100 stones per mu!

Qin Shi Huang opened his mouth, and the jerky paused in midair.

Doubled?

Sixty stones per mu?!

Don't say listen to it, he wouldn't have dreamed of it!

Bai Ji saw that the opportunity was right, so he began to preach about it.

Agriculture has been very important since ancient times.

It just so happened that he was professionally matched.

Even if you are a monk, you have to be a monk who talks about science.

A monk who doesn't know how to farm must not be a serious monk.

And the white millet ...... Very serious!

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When the white grass was blowing, the big-headed soldiers were digging potatoes in full swing.

Shang Niu, the side branch of the Pinyang Wang's side branch.

The long man is tall and large, and has dark skin.

There is also a knife mark on the face, on the left cheek. He wore his hair in a bun and wore a wooden crown.

His hands were already torn and bloodshot.

Don't dare to dig with a sword, everything is ruined, and this life is not enough to compensate. Don't see the hands that the generals use?

He's a rough guy, but he's very gentle. I used skill, and I didn't dare to push too hard.

Potatoes in the dirt don't mean you can lift them up if you want to.

I can't pull it out if I pull it hard, so I have to loosen the soil before I can use my strength.

I didn't plant much in myself, plus there were a lot of people.

The acres of land that have been carved out are decreasing at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

Let's go!

Let's go!

A drop of sweat the size of a bean fell into the soil, and Shang Niu only felt a little dazed.

I was busy working for several days, but I basically didn't close my eyes, and I had to go into the forest every day to find it. I got up early this morning, rushed in after the fog cleared, and I didn't even have a saliva to drink.

When the weather is hot, there are some symptoms of heat stroke and dehydration, which is also called heat illness.

In a trance, Shang Niu's strength also weakened.

I dragged the potato seedlings, but I didn't pull them up.

Gritted his teeth and slammed hard.

Crash!

The potatoes were dragged out at the same time with a large amount of dirt.

Because of the excessive force, the skin of the potatoes is worn out.

In fact, there is not much to do with this, just remove the skin, and you can fry it directly.

However, Shang Niu didn't know it, and a slight chill suddenly rose on his back.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched in amazement.

Xiangrui is damaged!

Feeling the hot gaze, Shang Niu was extremely ashamed of himself.

There are so many people, and he is the only one who has made a mistake!

This is an auspicious yield of 30 stones per mu!

Thinking of this, Shang Niu pulled out the sword without saying a word.

Grit your teeth and cross your neck!

He has no face to see people, so he can only apologize with death!