Despite the interruption of the Son of Heaven halfway, there are still many officials who are amazed by this new type of waterwheel, Xu Guangqi They can't find it, but the other Qing-robed officials of Sinong Temple are around, and these courtiers simply pull these Qing-robed officials to ask questions, especially the people in the Ministry of Industry.

Speaking of this, Yang Yikui's heart is dripping blood, with his eyesight, how can he not see that this waterwheel is newly built, and the wood wedge is still very new, and then I think of Xu Guangqi a few days ago with the decree of the Son of Heaven, and went to the Ministry of Industry to dig up a few masters, if these waterwheels were not built by them, Yang Yikui would rather resign and quit.

It's not that he is reluctant to let those masters go, but with the eyes of others, he can naturally see that if this waterwheel is so easy to build, why should Xu Guangqi wait until today, there must be problems that are difficult to overcome, and the few masters he gave out are all people who are proficient in this way, this waterwheel at least, no, it can only appear so quickly after the improvement of those masters.

Knowing this, he should have detained those masters at that time, so that how could today's scenery be exclusive to Sinong Temple......

But the matter has come to this point, I'm afraid those masters are also meat buns and dogs, and they will never go back!

"Yang Shangshu, this is our adult's greeting, he hopes to visit the adult's house tomorrow, the manufacture of this waterwheel is not simple, it must be built by skilled craftsmen in strict accordance with the drawings, this matter is indispensable to the help of the Ministry of Industry......"

Just when Yang Shangshu lowered his head and sighed, he suddenly squeezed up a young official in a green robe, respectfully handed over a greeting post, and said.

"You adults are ......"

Old man Yang took the post, his heart moved, and he asked, the blue-robed official bowed his body, and his face became more and more respectful.

"Feng Yu, the secretary of the Nong Temple, this is the post of Lord Xu of Shaoqing!"

"Okay, the old man will be waiting for him!"

Yang Shangshu was immediately overjoyed, he thought that with such a great achievement, Xu Guangqi would definitely want to monopolize it, but what he didn't expect was that the other party was willing to cooperate with the Ministry of Industry, which was a great thing.

With such a political achievement, the Ministry of Industry has to show its face in the court this time.

Yang Yikui pinched the post, and almost couldn't help laughing, even if he thought about it again, this Xu Guangqi can think of this, and he can be regarded as a thoughtful character, so he might as well make friends......

However, it was said that Yang Shangshu was distracted here, but on the other side, the Son of Heaven and others had already followed Xu Guangqi to personally approach the farmland, saying that they wanted to cultivate it himself, in order to persuade the farmers to teach mulberry.

Of course, the Son of Heaven went to the ground, and a group of ministers naturally couldn't watch it, so when the Son of Heaven changed his clothes, they hurriedly changed into a light short beat, which was specially made, and the best materials were used, except for tightening the sleeves, it was roughly made with reference to the shape of the troll, so the ministers were not worried about the rudeness, changed their clothes, and followed the Son of Heaven to jump off the field and start doing farm work.

"Hey, this thing can't be a ...... Sweet potato? ”

According to the officials of Sinong Temple, the crops in the field were ripe at this time, so a group of elders followed by one or two young officials in green robes and began to dig in the field.

It didn't take long for two big men from the DPRK and China to come to the Son of Heaven with the round things in their hands...... Xu Guangqi asked.

Sweet potatoes are actually not unusual, but in the land of Beijing, it has not yet been popularized, the reason why these bosses are clear is because they have long heard of it, when they were still princes, they loved to eat this thing, so that countless farmers in Nanzhili have changed to this thing.

"Yes, this thing is a sweet potato, but this is a sweet potato specially developed by Sinong Temple, the elders might as well dig it and see how many of these things grow in this acre of land under their feet!"

Before Xu Guangqi could answer, the Son of Heaven opened his mouth with a smile.

The Son of Heaven said that a cadre of ministers should obey, so in this small acre of fields, a group of white-bearded old adults dug sweet potatoes hard, their hands and faces were stained with mud, but they were still happy, as if they were not high-ranking and powerful court bosses above the temple, but a group of old farmers.

Of course, the Son of Heaven has a noble status, and after working for a while, he packed up and went to rest on the Longdao next to him, but with so many people working together, an acre of land is a trivial matter, but after more than half an hour, all the sweet potatoes in an acre of land were dug up.

And each basket of these sweet potatoes is marked with the name of the person who dug it up, and under the instruction of the Son of Heaven, it is weighed one by one, this scene is like the scene of collecting autumn taxes in the countryside.

"Thirty-nine catties, Shi Shangshu of the military department!"

As the last basket of sweet potatoes was weighed, the elders all happened to change their clothes, and the sweet potatoes on the ground had been divided into piles according to their names.

"Master Shi is really old and strong, among these sweet potatoes, you are the most!"

Yang Yikui on the side was ashamed of himself and said.

They are all pampered people, usually sitting in the yamen with a sore back, today digging a meal of sweet potatoes, but unexpectedly feel a lot of loose muscles and bones, and even many people are thinking about whether to open such a small garden after returning home, and it is also a good thing to change the mood.

"Yang Shangshu is too modest, you are not much less than the old man, but less...... Hey? ”

Shi Laoshangshu shook his head, looked at the pile of sweet potatoes belonging to Yang Yikui, and was about to praise a few words, but his face suddenly became strange.

"What?"

Yang Yikui naturally saw the change in Shi Xing's attitude, and asked with some confusion.

"Yang Shangshu still remembers, how many people from the old man and others went down to dig this sweet potato on this acre of land?"

Shi Xing's face was solemn, and he asked softly.

"This ...... About thirty or forty people......"

In response to the footsteps of the Son of Heaven, the bigwigs in the court, whether they are the old ministers of the court, or the six ministries and nine secretaries, and even the servants of various ministries and courtyards have also gone to the ground together, and there are always dozens of people in total, but no one has carefully counted them.

"According to the calculation of thirty people, the old man dug two hundred and forty catties here, which is considered a lot, Yang Shangshu is less than the old man, and he also dug two hundred catties, and the others are roughly around one hundred and fifty catties, so calculated, this acre of land, is it possible to produce nearly four thousand five hundred catties of grain?"

At the end of the words, even Shi Shangshu himself gasped, although he was not from the household department, he always knew that if an acre of land was planted with ordinary crops, it could have a harvest of four hundred catties, which was considered a fertile land.

And in the ordinary land, under the wind and rain, there can be a yield of about 300 catties, which is thank God, but now in the acre of land in front of him, more than 4,000 catties of grain have been produced, Shi Shangshu looked up, exhaled deeply, and only felt in his heart that there was nothing more shocking than one or two hundred baskets of sweet potatoes in front of him......