Soon, we reached the small hill.

Looking into the distance, a fertile field.

What catches your eye is a slice of red millet pepper.

There are not many plants, and the fruit is gratifying, about the length of the index finger.

It stands out against the backdrop of a green leaf.

There are not many plants, about half an acre of land.

If you can't eat enough, the white millet will be dried into dried chili peppers, and you can eat it when you need it. There was also a small pantry in his room, where he stored some dry goods, salt, and wine.

Since the white millet has been in the valley, it has rarely eaten food.

It was only after Qin Shi Huang's three rice buckets came that the food began to decrease sharply.

Eat big fish and meat, eat and drink, and meals are inseparable from wine.

The liquor is like this, and if you don't know how to drink it, you really don't want to touch it at all.

When he was a child, Bai Ji secretly drank his father's five-star two-pot head and squirted it out on the spot. Since then, he has been his shadow, and the party dinner is probably just a beer.

Later, after brewing it myself, I gradually got used to it.

Li Xin: They adapted quickly and made great progress. Originally, it was poured after three bowls, but now it can last until four bowls!

……

The group followed.

The sun is scorching, and Bai Ji is wearing a straw hat.

Li Si Wang Juan was unlucky.

They wore alpine crowns, and the heat was sweating profusely.

In fact, the weather is relatively cool compared to later generations.

No, you still have to work.

Li Si endured the scorching heat and took out a bamboo slip like a trick.

Meng Yi glanced at it and smiled disdainfully.

Lee Sang-ye, times have changed!

Then, silently, he took out yellow paper and charcoal, ready to help record.

Huh?

Li Si was a little confused.

Looking at the thing in Meng Yi's hand, his face was full of puzzlement.

Then he sneaked over, "What's in Shangqing's hand?" ”

"Paper and charcoal, made by immortals."

"What's the use?"

"It can be written on behalf of bamboo slips."

“？？？”

Wait a minute!

Say that again!

Can you write?!

Meng Yi picked up the charcoal with three points of pride and seven points of ostentation.

Iron painting silver hook, pen dragon snake. Write down two words quickly.

Potato!

"This ......"

Li Si and Wang Juan are both speechless.

It's that simple?!

When you're away from home, you can write?

Working from home, they all write on bamboo slips with pen and ink.

You can't close it immediately after writing, you have to wait for the ink to seep in.

If you are not in a hurry, you can also use a pen knife to carve slowly.

This kind of writing is very slow.

They came to the First Emperor this time, can they still bring pen and ink in a hurry?

There are bamboo stick pen sharpeners.

"Meng Shangqing and the old man quickly."

"Heh, this thing is quite precious, how can it be easily shared with you?"

Meng Yi waved his hand and waved his hand again and again.

Want?

No problem, take the money!

He also owes a lot of debt to Bai Ji!

The immortal master seems to be kind, and it is really dark when he starts to do it.

I owe Bai Ji a full hundred pieces of jade!

How much does it cost?!

Wang Juan almost jumped to his feet in a hurry, and said with a wry smile: "When I return to Xianyang, the old man will give Meng Shangqing a pair of jade pus, how about it?" ”

Okay, no problem!

Even though his heart was happy, Meng Yi still made a appearance of physical pain.

"In that case, then I will have two with you."

I really can't help it.

When the sun is scorching, the hot person is upset. I don't know how much work it takes to carve with a pen knife.

The main Wang Juan is also curious, this thing must be from the hands of the immortal family!

If the cost is cheap, it is also a beautiful thing that can be passed down through the ages.

Seeing this, Li Si had no choice but to promise to give Yu Pei, and his family did not lack these.

Li Xin next to him is scalp numb.

Black!

It's so dark!

If they knew that this paper was made of bark and bamboo leaves, they wouldn't vomit blood?

……

Bai Ji didn't notice the dirty deal.

He was beckoning the big-headed soldiers to dig potatoes.

Let's dig the potatoes first!

Nothing else is the point, the potatoes are the most important.

As an emperor, it was naturally impossible for Qin Shi Huang to dig it himself.

He specially moved a small bench and sat on the edge of the ridge.

There is also a sliced chilled watermelon, which is placed on a plate and placed on a bamboo table.

Plus a bamboo tube of potato chips with jerky on the side.

With Erlang's legs crossed, you can be as chic as you want.

It's just about to find two more people to fan him.

Zhao Gao stood beside him with his head down, swallowing saliva.

It smells so good!

"Hurry up."

"Don't worry about it so much, just dig it."

"When you're almost done, you'll pick it up."

Bai Ji dug up some of the soil next to him, and when he saw that it was almost there, he grabbed the dark green potato rhizome and pulled it down hard.

When he saw an uproar, the potatoes broke through the soil and pulled out.

Beneath the young seedlings hang six fist-sized potatoes.

There is also a lot of dirt, and you can see the yellow-brown skin.

Wang Ben looked straight at it, his eyes were surprised, and he hurriedly walked over.

"Can you let the old man take a look?"

"Oh, whatever."

Bai Ji smiled and threw it away.

At this moment, everyone's eyes gathered, staring straight ahead.

Including Qin Shi Huang, they all stood up.

Wang Ben was very patient and carefully wiped the soil away.

Be as serious as you want, with surprise on your face.

Even with the dirt hanging, this bunch of potatoes is not light!

He is from the King of Qin's clan and can be described as a wealthy family.

However, he also knows a little about farming.

Wang Ben and Wang Jian fiefs are both near their hometown Pinyang, although they are fictitious, they also have food estates.

Farmers have mulberry and millet grown, and when it is time to harvest, Wang Ben will also take the time to take a look.

Nothing is more important than food!

A military strategist in the Ming Dynasty proposed: accumulate grain, build a high wall, and slowly become the king.

The Qin Dynasty did the same.

After unifying the six countries, they began to build granaries.

With food, there is certainty of war!

……

The mud was basically removed.

The yellowish-brown skin is a little pitted and has a few black spots.

Rice seeds that grow in the mud are really rare.

"Can these be discarded?"

Wang Ben refers to potato seedlings.

"I'm going to have to lose it."

There is solanine in it, so you can't eat it.

Bai Ji smiled helplessly.

Wang Ben violently pulled out these young seedlings.

Holding the six potatoes in both hands, his hands were shaking.

He was a general, and even when he was old, his hand holding the sword would not tremble.

Otherwise, how to kill the enemy?

Just now......

Wang Ben looked at Qin Shi Huang with trembling and opened his mouth with difficulty.

The voice was hoarse, and he couldn't bear the excitement in his heart.

"These six potatoes weigh more than seven pounds!"

Seven pounds?!

Everyone gasped.

"Good!"

Meng Yi exerted even more force, and the charcoal in his hand was crushed by him.

"Seven...... Seven pounds ......"

Qin Shi Huang was a little lost and muttered to himself.

How much will the yield per mu reach?

It's one thing to know, it's another to see it with your own eyes!

Now it was Bai Ji's turn to be stunned.

"Seven pounds?"

That's not right!

He probably tried it just now, and it was just over three pounds to die.

This potato weighs about half a catty.

How can six potatoes have seven pounds?

Huh??

It seems that the Qin Dynasty's one catty is only half a catty of later generations......