While talking, a pretty woman wearing a pair of riding boots, tunic trousers, and a mix of upper body and wearing a Tang costume walked out of the back hall, nibbling on half of the corn in her hand and eating it deliciously.

Li Mohan had a black line on his face and snorted:

"Pig food, you eat so hard?"

Turning to the eldest grandson Wuji and the others, he said, "Don't listen to this nonsense of a state woman. How can this young master be the one who treats guests slowly? ”

No need to ask, this is the captured Turkic princess Ashinayun, and she really looks like a Peugeot.

The eldest grandson Wuji praised it in his heart, it seems that what Xue Yantuo's secret envoy said is really good, this Ashina cloud is really worthy of the reputation of the flower of the grassland. His Majesty wants to form an alliance with Tuli and other tribes to fight against Jieli, and is trying to let Li Ke, the third prince of Han, marry this flower of the grassland. But he never thought that he would be captured and detained here by Li Mohan.

Wait, detention? Why does this Princess Ashina Yun seem to be very free in this mansion?

The suspicious eldest grandson Wuji came to the restaurant and was shocked by the dazzling furnishings again.

Big dogs, this is definitely a big dog.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, a basket of boiled corn and sweet potatoes were steaming.

Ashinayun, who could finish gnawing half of the corn, reached out and picked up another piece of sweet potato, tore off the sweet potato skin while blowing, and took a bite with a happy face, where is there still a little princess nobility?

With sweet potatoes still stuffed in his mouth, Ash Nayun muttered at Li Mohan: "Hey, dead thief, what's delicious at noon today?" ”

Li Mohan said angrily:

"You call me a lewd thief all day long, when did Young Master Ben ever call you, do you dare to call Young Master Ben like that, believe it or not, I'm really lewd to show you?!"

"You're ...... You badass! A red cloud floated across Ashinayun's face, and he turned his head angrily to ignore him, concentrating on dealing with the sweet potato in his hand. In the past few days, she has also discovered that although this Li Mohan is very frivolous in his mouth, he looks like a swinger and a bandit, but he is actually very well-behaved, and he has no light actions towards himself at all. Although he was his captive, he was very respectful to himself, and he did not insult the female prisoners like those people on the grassland, and even brutally killed and ate meat. For this, she was very grateful to Li Mohan in her heart.

Moreover, sometimes it's fun to mess around with him like this and tease him.

When the eldest grandson Wuji heard them say this, a stone fell to the ground in his heart. Fortunately, this stinky boy is not as lascivious and lustful as the legend, and he is messing around, as long as he doesn't destroy the emperor's alliance plan. Thinking of this, the eyes that looked at Li Mohan softened a lot.

"Well, nephew, this is corn and sweet potatoes? Can you eat it? ”

Li Mohan didn't look at him funny, this old shameless guy, the virtuous nephew and the virtuous nephew are quite smooth. He pointed to Ashinayun, and the meaning was obvious: This still needs to be asked, didn't you see this snack gobbling up like that? Can you eat it and can't see it yourself? And here you are loading calves for me.

A few people have been hungry for a long time, looking at Ashinayun's sweet food, there seem to be a few maids at the door who seem to be eating, they are not the polite lords, they rolled up their sleeves and began to pick up corn and sweet potatoes, and ate like Ashinayun.

"Well, it's delicious! Sweet and glutinous, this sweet potato is really delicious. "The eldest grandson Wuji fell in love with this delicacy all of a sudden.

"This corn is also good, sweet and delicious." Cheng Chu shouted silently.

Feng Li was probably a general who didn't talk much, but the speed of eating was very fast, and he had swallowed three sweet potatoes in a short time.

As for Fan Wenfeng, the commander of Wugong County, he knew that he didn't have anything to say, so he gnawed the corn in his hand with peace of mind, and eliminated two of them in a short time.

"Eat without washing your hands?" Li Mohan looked at these hungry wolves with a disgusted expression, went to the basin to get soap and washed his hands before coming over and sitting down, quietly watching them eat, but he didn't move. The heart said let's eat, let's eat, and when I'm full, no one will grab food from me.

Ashinayun naturally knew that the big meal was behind, so he stopped after eating the sweet potato, and was also there looking at the arrival of the main dish, and resisted the urge to eat another piece of sweet potato.

Seeing that a few people had eaten the two baskets of corn and potatoes so quickly, Li Mohan called his own soldier Zhao Sanpang over, and explained a few words in his ear, Zhao Sanpang took the order with a wicked smile.

I don't know why this guy's laughter is so low, is this so funny? Li Mohan said in his heart.

The eldest grandson Wuji, whose belly was so strong that he couldn't walk, hiccups again and again, he hadn't felt like he had eaten for a long time. He was now smiling like a flower, pointing to the empty basket and asking Li Mohan:

"Virtuous nephew, this sweet potato must be very valuable for such a delicious food, right? Why has I never seen it? ”

"Oh, this is the seed I bought back from a merchant from an overseas Fanbang." Luo Mohan said perfunctorily, sweet potatoes are still in the Americas, and it will be another eight or nine hundred years before they can reach Middle-earth. I can't give the system out, can I? Although this system is more cheating.

"That'...... It must be expensive, right? The eldest grandson Wuji continued to probe the test.

"It's okay, so-so." Li Mohan continued to answer absentmindedly.

"I wonder what the yield is? The production capacity per mu is 300 catties? "The eldest grandson Wuji continued his spy business.

"Where's that?" Li Mohan wanted to tease this guy who was known as an old yin.

"That mu yield is 200 catties?" The eldest grandson Wuji was a little disappointed in his heart, this sweet potato is delicious, but the yield is so low, it can only be planted as a rare thing in small quantities, but it cannot be promoted on a large scale.

"Zhao Guogong is wrong! You're going to let me finish my sentence. I mean, how can you say so low! This sweet potato is very easy to plant, it can be planted on the slopes of dry land, and the yield is generally three or four thousand catties, and if the land is fertile, the yield of five thousand catties is also available. ”

"Multi-...... How much? The eldest grandson Wuji suddenly fell from the chair to the ground, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"Three or four thousand pounds."

At this moment, not only Cheng Chumo, Feng Li, Fan Wenfeng and others were taken aback, and turned into a stupid goose, and even Ash Nayun looked at Li Mohan in disbelief.

Although Ashina Yun is addicted to eating sweet potatoes these days, he has never asked about the yield. Although she is Turkic, she also knows the importance of food. This crop with a yield of three or four thousand catties per mu is simply a divine thing. With such miraculous crops in the Tang Dynasty, it is hopeless for the Great Turks to enter the Central Plains.

It must be known that fighting a war is military rations. Although the Turks are nomadic people, because of natural disasters such as snow and drought, countless cattle and sheep freeze to death at every turn, and most of the herdsmen do not have enough to eat, which is why they risk their lives to plunder the border Tang villages and towns. The Turks also used a large number of cattle, sheep and horses to exchange grain and cloth with the Central Plains people every year. Datang has this high-yield crop, and in the long run, the Turks will definitely be defeated.

"That'...... What about this corn? What is the yield? The eldest grandson Wuji's eyes lit up and he continued to ask Li Mohan.

"The yield of two or three thousand catties per acre of land can reach about four thousand catties if it is good."

The eldest grandson Wuji grabbed Cheng Chumo,

"Ah, fetish, fetish." The eldest grandson Wuji trembled and grabbed the leftover sweet potato skins and gnawed the leftover corn pulp with his hands, tears flashing in his eyes. "God bless my Datang, God bless my Datang! Chu Mo, you pinch me, pinch me, I didn't dream, right? ”

How could Cheng Chumo have that guts? He also looked at Eldest Sun Wuji with an incredible expression, and he could fully understand his current mood. Yes, the people of Datang can finally have enough to eat, and their front-line soldiers no longer have to worry about running out of food and grass.

The eldest grandson Wuji said in a trembling voice:

"Li Gongzi, Li Xian's nephew, are you serious? My eldest grandson Wuji is so old, don't lie to me! ”

"Of course it's true. Do you want to make a bet? ”

"Okay, bet on what?" The eldest grandson Wuji is in a good mood now, and the ranger spirit on his body is showing up again. If it was really like what Li Mohan said, this sweet potato and corn had such a high yield, he felt that even if he didn't bring back a copper plate on this trip, he could also have an explanation with Li Shimin. Those belongings are just a few months' taxes, and they are nothing compared to the sacred objects that can feed the people of the Tang Dynasty.

Several other people, including Ashinayun, were also interested.

Li Mohan knew that the eldest grandson Wuji was the big landlord of the Guanlong Group and a rich man, and he was thinking about what to do with him.

"It just so happens that it's the end of August, and it's the season for the autumn sweet potatoes to ripen. Let's go to the field on the farm and weigh the sweet potatoes on the spot. However, there is a stakes to make this bet. Zhao Guogong, I don't know what you bet with me? ”

"Although a certain family is not as wealthy as Li Xian's nephew, it is still more than enough food and clothing. There is an iron factory, with a daily output of 600 pounds of refined iron, if you win so-and-so, the iron factory will belong to you, but if you lose, what do you take as a bet? ”

"There's no way I'm going to lose!" Li Mohan replied confidently.

However, looking at the eldest grandson Wuji and Cheng Chumo, they looked incredulous, and he added: "If I lose, then you will take away all the property of the Turks that I robbed." ”

Li Mohan also deliberately accentuated the tone of "Turkic property".

"Good! A gentleman's word, a quick horse! Somebody bet with you! The eldest grandson Wuji was overjoyed, he didn't expect that he hadn't dug a pit yet, so Li Mohan dug a pit and drilled it himself. It's a good deal to make this bet.

"Zhao Guogong is magnificent!" Fan Wenfeng took the opportunity to make a sycophant. You must know that Datang now produces less than one million catties of iron in the country every year, and in addition to this iron factory, Datang is all government-run, and the iron factory of the eldest grandson Wuji is a cash cow for him, which can bring him hundreds of thousands of yuan of input income every year.

Who knew that Li Mohan heard that the daily output was only 600 catties of refined iron, and such a small iron factory with backward production capacity was embarrassed to use it as a bet?

"It's too small! Not uncommon! Li Mohan looked disgusted.

"Huh? What a big breath. I can't even look down on a certain iron factory!? So what do you want? Eldest Sun Wuji asked.

Li Mohan smiled evilly:

"Zhao Guogong, do you see that Young Master Ben is short of money? I'm not uncommon to see any rare treasures. I heard you have a beautiful girl, right? Why don't you put your daughter on board? ”

"Good for you! Is it not good for you to be a certain sword? Eldest Sun Wuji felt a great humiliation, and his blood pressure rushed straight to his head not long after he went down.

"Look at you, just kidding! What are you as your daughter? Even if she is the princess of the Li Er family, she is not worth so much money, right? This is owned by the Tang Mansion, and more than a dozen princesses have also bought it. Your daughter is made of gold all over her body, and she is not worth that much money, is she? I'm kidding you, princesses and I are not uncommon, let alone your daughter. Seeing you like this, my daughter can't see there. Forget it, I still think that the dozen or so shops in Chang'an City are more cost-effective! ”

"You! I'm really going to be by you! "Why does the eldest grandson Wuji say this so awkwardly, this stinky boy is angry when he looks at his daughter, why can't he look down on his daughter, he is even more angry?

Thinking of the yield of sweet potatoes, he still knows what the overall situation is, so let's suppress the fire for the time being, and verify the yield first. Stinky boy, our beam is knotted, let's see!

"Okay, I'll bet with you on fifteen shops in Chang'an! Stinky boy, lead the way! ”

Li Mohan called the family, gave a few orders, and then led everyone out. Asnayun beckoned Auna and followed.

The group left the gate of the house, and after walking for a short time, they came to the edge of a sweet potato field. I saw that more than 20 farmers were already pulling, chopping sweet potato seedlings with yellow leaves with sickles, and some families had already brought scales, paper and pens, tables and chairs. Under the supervision of Fan Wenfeng, a county honorable, one acre of land was measured out with a ruler.

"Let's start" Li Mohan gave an order, and more than 20 farmers shaved the sweet potatoes with their heads, and bags of sweet potatoes were constantly carried here to count.

"This bag, one hundred and thirty pounds"

"This bag, one hundred and forty-five pounds"

"One hundred and twenty-two pounds"

“……”

Fan Wenfeng sang the count, and the eldest grandson Wuji recorded the count in the booklet, and before he reached the third point, the pile of sweet potatoes had already exceeded 1,300 catties.

The eldest grandson Wuji's hand holding the pen trembled more and more, and his tears wet the album.

He didn't have to weigh it anymore, he knew he had lost.

But he was overjoyed. This was the most convincing and comfortable gamble he lost.

He lost, Datang won!

"Your Majesty!" The eldest grandson Wuji knelt on the ground and cried loudly, crying so happily.

This time, he couldn't bring back a copper plate, but what he brought back was the hope of the entire Datang.

Cheng Chumo, Feng Li, and Fan Wenfeng also knelt on the ground, crying and laughing.

When he looked at Li Mohan again, his eyes were full of reverence, this was their savior.