Different from the hustle and bustle when he came, Xue Lang returned to Chang'an in a particularly low-key manner, starting early, without the lengthiness of a large team, so he returned to Beijing with his guards and servants, and Su Han had to stay and wait for Princess Pingyang to return to Chang'an together.

In other words, when Su Han heard that Xue Lang was going back to Chang'an, and he couldn't go back with him, that look was unforgettable. Later, I heard that when Xue Lang didn't take Xiuniang back, he was resurrected with full blood, and it was also a skill to make Xue Langle and a foodie do this!

After a day of bumpy carriages, Xue Lang, who returned to Chang'an, took a short rest, and on the second day, he went to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to order a mao and inform his boss Pei Ju and his subordinates that he was back. Then, he plunged into the sweet potato field and prepared to harvest the sweet potatoes.

First of all, to select the plants to be kept as seeds, this must be Xue Lang himself; The second is to dig the sweet potatoes, weigh them, and give the sage an accurate yield.

Last year, Jinxian Xiangrui made a good impression, but the promotion of a new crop is not a simple matter. One was limited in seeds last year, and the other was mostly on the sidelines. After all, in these days, a reduction in grain production will kill people.

But it is very common for a big family, the master and the servants, one or two hundred people, to rashly introduce new crops, if it becomes good, if it fails...... Historically, there was almost always one reason for the peasant uprisings, the stomach was not full, and it was impossible to live! Hunger can drive people crazy and turn people back! No one dares to take this risk, so before Chang'an's output comes out, most of them take a wait-and-see attitude.

Xue Lang knew with his toes that as soon as the yield of sweet potatoes and potatoes came out, the major families in Beijing, and even the county families that could rank first in the world, were afraid that they would not be able to sit still at that time. These families, which have been inherited for hundreds of years, know better than ordinary people the feeling of not panicking when they have food in their hands, and when the time comes, there will be a fierce fight.

However, Xue Lang didn't plan to get involved in these political matters, and when the time came, all of them would be handed over to the saint, and he would clapped his hands together and did something else.

Xue Lang likes to have a plan and a plan to do things, before digging, gather people together, squat on the ground, teach them how to choose plants suitable for retention, and how to preserve them, etc., after explaining everything clearly, before starting to dig.

Yang Zhengqing of Sinong Temple was also involved in the matter. Hearing Xue Lang say that the sweet potatoes can be harvested, he also made a lot of wicker baskets prepare with great fanfare, drove a long team of four-wheeled carriages, and asked Xue Lang: "Xue Shilang, these are enough?" ”

Xue Lang offered sweet potatoes last year, and the sage directly asked people to plant fifty acres. The yield of sweet potatoes per mu is about 2,000 to 3,000 kilograms (in view of the author's poor mathematical level, it will not be converted, and everyone makes up for it by themselves), and fifty acres of sweet potatoes can be dug up, which can simply pile up a sweet potato mountain.

Therefore, Xue Lang looked at what Yang Zhengqing had prepared and shook his head firmly: "It's definitely not enough!" However, it would be better to make two more trips! ”

Yang Zhengqing muttered a little, and when there were more and more sweet potatoes piled up in front of him, and his chin was getting farther and farther away from his mouth, he realized that Xue Lang was really a sincere person, and he didn't have half a sentence, compared to the harvested sweet potatoes, those wicker baskets and carriages were really too few. In the end, for the convenience of weighing, I simply weighed it directly in a sack, weighed it and wrote down the data, followed by the next bag.

Xue Lang in line with the principle of watching the excitement is not a big deal, and specially asked the team transporting sweet potatoes to go around Chang'an City, and then transport the sweet potatoes to the vermicelli workshop. As a result, the people of the capital have been lively these days, and they can see a long queue of sweet potatoes every day.

Watching a cart of sweet potatoes pass by in the city, it is easy to evoke everyone's memories of last year, in the capital, people who inquire about the news of sweet potatoes are gradually increasing, there are those who are shrewd and pay attention, roughly count the number of trains, estimate the yield by themselves, and they are all startled. In Chang'an City, for a time, there was an undercurrent.

However, these are not within Xue Lang's consideration, his purpose is one, to build momentum, the more powerful the better, to hook everyone's interest, so that everyone is urgent, so that it is convenient for the saint to come back to make an exchange and maximize the benefits of sweet potatoes.

Fifty acres of sweet potatoes, a few days of hard work to finish, Xue Lang summed up the daily weighing figures, nodded with satisfaction, and said to Yang Zhengqing: "Fifty acres of sweet potatoes, a total of more than 12,000 kilograms, on average, the yield per mu is a little more than that of the reed Zeguan, but the difference is not big." It fully proves that sweet potato is a crop with high yield, stable yield and easy to grow, and it can be promoted next year! ”

"Shhh

Yang Zhengqing gasped, and his voice couldn't help shaking: "I didn't hear it clearly, how much did Youyang say in total?" ”

Xue Lang reported the numbers again, accurate to single digits. Xue Lang said: "When the data comes out, you can report to the saint, right?" ”

"Yes, it's the saint...... Alas! ”

Yang Zhengqing didn't know whether he was surprised or happy, he actually fell down the ridge, the problem is that he sat up from the field with a smirk on his face.

Xue Lang was startled, and hurriedly helped Yang Zhengqing up with his personal servant, but he couldn't look at the official robe, and half of his body was covered with dirt: "Yang Zhengqing, are you okay?" Did you fall somewhere? ”

Yang Zhengqing didn't care about the soil on his body, patted his thighs and laughed, his expression was inexplicably excited: "In my lifetime, I can't imagine that Yang can see the days when fifty acres of land can grow tens of thousands of catties of grain in his lifetime!" This life is not in vain, this life is not in vain! ”

Xue Lang smiled: "Yang Zhengqing, there is also the confiscation of potatoes, the yield of potatoes will only be higher than that of sweet potatoes, not lower than sweet potatoes!" You're so excited right now, what are you going to do when you harvest the potatoes? ”

Yang Zhengqing was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and said heartily: "Youyang's words are reasonable, it seems that my Qi cultivation kung fu still needs to be cultivated." ”

Laughing a few words, at Yang Zhengqing's suggestion, the two of them played together to report the harvest to the sage.

Not to mention how happy the sage Li Yuan would be to receive this good news in Renzhi Palace, in Chang'an City, after Xue Lang's fanfare, the wine shops, restaurants, living rooms, desks, whether the powerful or the common people, are all talking about the harvest of sweet potatoes, guessing when the sage will be officially promoted.

East Palace –

Prince Li Jiancheng sat cross-legged on the couch, looking at the stack of posts on the desk, his eyes were deep. The gentlemen of the political hall were also here, and the expressions on everyone's faces were a little complicated.

Prince: "This Xue Youyang, making such a big battle, gives me a headache!" ”

Pei Lian's usual smiling face was also sad today, and he sighed: "Don't hide it from His Royal Highness the Prince, the post of worship in my house and the post of invitation to the banquet have been scheduled for a month. ”

"The same is true of the ministers."

A group of old ministers, you look at me, I look at you, and they are speechless. The prince was silent for a while, and then said: "This matter is very important, Xue Lang has made everyone know, everything still needs to be decided by my father, and I will wait for my father's edict!" ”

"Whoa."