"This time, the Holy Lord means to ask you to bring people back to the capital with potatoes. That's the case, you can see for yourself. Sun Chengzong handed over the folded secret decree to Yang Fan. Naturally, he would not be stupid enough to really read out the secret decree like his father-in-law, after all, the potatoes in it are still crops related to the rise and fall of the Ming Dynasty.

The two said that they were climbing the mountain, and there were mostly nonsense elements in sitting and chatting. For an hour, he hadn't even climbed the mountainside of Tianluojing Mountain. "Potatoes? What did Zu Dashou tell you? ”

Sun Chengzong shouted: "Take a hand." "The two of them, one old and one young, don't go on the road, but they bypass the pavilion and get up from where there is no road, Sun Chengzong even used his hands, and it really became a climb.

Yang Fan lifted Sun Chengzong to the top, with a helpless face. This old man can really do it, he has to climb up.

Sun Chengzong, who arrived at the mountainside, dusted off his clothes, looked at Yang Fan, who was still struggling on the stone, and said indifferently: "Do you still use Zu Dashou to say?" After you take those moldy potatoes from the church, the Holy One will know. It's just that I don't know how to get this thing, it's up to you to do it, it's been a year now, if it hasn't worked, wait for the saint to clean you up. ”

Yang Fan propped his hands on the stone surface, and finally got on the rocks with one foot, and after turning it over, he finally lay down on the mountainside that had been opened up and leveled. After the autumn harvest, the sorghum straw is still piled up in the field, and when it is dried, it is burned and turned into plant ash for fertilizer.

"You're welcome. The potatoes that were finally planted in the next place, said to take them away, and there seemed to be a lot of threats in them, which made people feel cold. Yang Fan gasped and deliberately glanced at Sun Chengzong.

"Be content. For these immoral things you have done, it is enough to die 10,000 times, if it weren't for the Holy Lord's pressure on the Jinyi Guard, the commander of the envoys and the speech officials, you would have died. Sun Chengzong stroked his messy beard, turned around, and suddenly found that there seemed to be some movement on the other side of Tianluojing Mountain, so he walked over.

"Boy, you've got a lot to do. What's that? Sun Chengzong walked over slowly, holding his hands behind his back. When I walked to the other side, I realized that the sound was coming from the bottom of the mountain, and I squinted at it. The prefabricated slabs on the second floor of the tube building below have been poured and are supported by several load-bearing columns, making it look like a large frame.

"What is this?"

Yang Fan followed, slapped the sore shoulder that was stepped on by Sun Chengzong, and said, "House." ”

"House? Don't bully the old man for not reading well. Although the old man who built the house has never built it, he has seen it. What kind of house is this? It's almost real! Isn't it some secret weapon? Sun Chengzong thought of the two things that could be related to the life and death of the Ming Dynasty.

"Sun Lao is hearty enough, this house is naturally not an ordinary house, but when the kid and his family teacher traveled all over the world, saw a Western attic, and painted with feelings." Now it's just a matter of recreating it.

Sun Lao smacked his lips and looked at the cement pillar. "There are no walls around here, can people still live?" Sun Chengzong saw that there were only a few pillars to build this, and asked a little suspiciously.

"Old Sun, you are looking at the top layer, isn't there already two layers at the bottom?" Yang Fan pointed to the blue bricks and built the corridor.

It turned out that Sun Chengzong was standing at a slightly crooked angle, and when he looked at it from there, it was indeed like a frame. He leaned over and exclaimed, "It's true, this first pillar, building a wall, and building such a high, this level, has caught up with the craftsmen in the capital." This is built of cement? ”

Yang Fan nodded.

After watching it for a long time, Sun Chengzong turned around, suddenly remembered what was going on, and hurriedly said, "What about the potatoes?" This potato must be handed over to the imperial court! ”

"Potatoes? Really want to take it back? Is there any benefit? ”

"I said, why are you so snobbish? This is a major event related to the society and the food and clothing of the people in the world, and he came to bargain with the old man for a little selfish gain? Sun Chengzong's hot temper came up and wanted to kick Yang Fan's ass.

Fortunately, Yang Fan hid in time, pouted and said, "Okay, I already asked Zu Runze to get it just now." When you get to Tianluojing, you can naturally see the baby bump. ”

"Quick, take the old man to have a look!" Sun Chengzong drove Yang Fan forward like a duck.

Yang Fan walked slowly and said, "What's the hurry, the potatoes don't have long legs, so they can't run." He glanced at Sun Chengzong, this potato really doesn't want to run on its feet. Long before Sun Chengzong proposed to see the potatoes, Yang Fan remembered that he was afraid that the seeds would be ruined, so the potatoes that were divided into three jars and kept warm and moisturized were all put together. This is okay, looking at Sun Chengzong's meaning, ninety percent of them will be packed and taken away, and it is estimated that if they are ruthless, they will even have to take away the cylinder. He hurriedly asked Zu Runze to run up and move the two pots of potatoes farther away.

Walking to Tianluo Well, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, a jar was placed there.

"No, the baby bump you want is inside. These are all seeds, and when they sprout the next year, they can be buried in the soil. Yang Fan pursed his mouth.

Sun Chengzong strode over, lifted the cylinder head, stared at the twenty or thirty potatoes buried in the soil, and asked, "Is this the yield of one plant?" ”

"That's all."

As if he saw his own son, Lao Sun picked up the potato and weighed it lovingly. He muttered: "One acre of land, forty stones, there is, there is!" He was so excited that he almost burst into tears. Stuffed dozens of potatoes into a cloth bag, carried them behind him like a thief, and said, "The old man thanks you for the starving people of Daming!" With these species, in less than five years, the food and clothing of the people of Daming can be completely solved! ”

Not far away, Zu Runze held three potatoes that had just been piled up from the straw, ran over and said, "Uncle Sun, Yang Zi, taste it." Freshly baked potatoes! ”

He dusted off the ashes on it, broke it in half with his hands, handed it to Sun Chengzong, and said flatteringly: "Uncle Sun, you can taste it." Sun Chengzong took half of the potato, and gnawed on the pale yellow potato with one of his few teeth, which was soft and delicious.

He couldn't stop praising it: "The yield is exceptionally high, the taste is delicious, what a strange thing!" After eating the half of the potato, Sun Chengzong burst into tears, and suddenly realized that he was eating three potatoes to be used as seeds, which meant that there were a few fewer embryos in the first year, so he didn't need to angrily put a foot on Zu Runze's abdomen, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, who told you to roast." They were not allowed to eat, and the old man brought them back to the saint to taste. I'm so angry with the old man! ”

As the first taster of potatoes, Sun Chengzong directly put the first cook on the ground, holding two potatoes that had not yet been broken, and his eyes seemed to be staring at the half of the potatoes in Yang Fan's hands, which meant very clearly that this potato must be handed over to the imperial court.

Yang Fan was a little speechless and handed the half of the potato to Sun Chengzong, patted him on the back, and persuaded: "Dissipate your anger, it's all for you, it's all for you." Sun Chengzong snorted coldly, turned around and was about to go down the mountain.

Zu Runze felt that he hadn't eaten the potatoes, and even the two "little potatoes" on his body were faintly painful, curled up on the ground, and said in tears: "Why is ......it always me who is injured?"

Yang Fan teased Zu Runze with his feet, and laughed: "The little potato is okay, right?" ”

"Get out!" Zu Runze's tears are about to come out, this time it really hurts......