The master and the same acquaintance also went down to the field to help, and the two of them were not used to hoes, so they still pulled them with their bare hands as before.

As time passed, there were more and more sweet potatoes in the open space at the edge of the field, and the hands of several people in the household holding the pen record became more and more shaky.

King Jin's hands behind his back were clenched.

The sun grew stronger, the sky turned from white to yellow, and the sweat of the people working in the fields soaked their clothes.

However, everyone's hearts are happy.

Although I don't know the specific yield, but looking at the piles of sweet potatoes that are small and mountain-high, everyone's hearts are relieved.

Everyone is shouting in their hearts: It's really high-yield! Lord Zhizhou didn't lie to them! This acre is dug down at least 1,000 catties!

Mrs. Zhizhou is really a lucky star in Qianzhou! There is such a high-yield grain! Never go hungry again!

Everyone united, and soon all the acres of land were dug up.

Da Chun touched the sweat on the door of his head, and stood on the edge of the sweet potato with shock: "This is too much!" ”

The scorching day, the fiery heart, everyone's eyes are full of hope and expectation for the future.

No one in the room spoke, and everyone was silent for a long time.

King Jin walked to the edge of the sweet potato, touched the sweet potato carefully, and after a long time, his eyes full of tears returned to their previous clarity.

"Weigh, record!" King Jin Road.

The people in the household department have come to their senses and done the things in hand in an orderly manner.

"Five thousand five hundred pounds!"

The villagers exploded all at once: "How much, how much did the adult say just now!" Is it five hundred and fifty pounds? ”

"No, it's five thousand five hundred pounds!" Someone said in a trembling voice.

"Oh my God, I thought I misheard!"

"At the beginning, I said that it was high-yielding, but I only dared to think in my heart that it would be good to have 500 catties! But, now it's a thousand pounds! ”

"This is just the inferior field, the upper field will definitely be higher!"

Everyone was in high spirits, and they dug a medium field and a high-class field in one go.

The household department took notes: The yield of sweet potatoes is 5,500 catties per mu in inferior fields, 6,000 catties in medium fields, and 6,600 catties in high-grade fields!

The same is true for potato production.

King Jin looked at Banxia: "Mrs. Su is not only the lucky star of Lord Su, but also the lucky star of our Dongyang Kingdom!" ”

Banxia Fushen: "I can do my best for Dongyang, and the courtiers are also very happy." ”

King Jin smiled meaningfully: "I'm afraid the two of you are going to return to Beijing early." ”

The capital is surging, and the queen's party and the Zhou king's party are fighting fiercely!

The queen had no intention of getting involved in this dispute, the king of Qi had already lost power, and she just wanted to spend the rest of her life quietly and pray for her son.

Who knew that King Zhou, a fool, actually killed the King of Qi who guarded the imperial tomb!

Her beloved son is dead, and the queen doesn't need to keep forbearing, and use the strength in her hands to fight with King Zhou.

The king of Jin took advantage of this emptiness, took a fat errand, and went to Qianzhou, just to avoid the limelight.

There were six people when they came, and six people when they left, and they took two large bags of potatoes and sweet potatoes with them.

Some follow-up work was completed by Su Zhiyuan.

Since the cultivation of sweet potatoes and potatoes is successful, it is necessary to promote it on a large scale.

Each family in Yong'an Village needs to provide 500 catties of sweet potatoes or potatoes as "tuition", and the rest belongs to individuals.

Everyone was boiling all at once!

The government has also issued an announcement: people who need to plant sweet potatoes and potatoes can come and receive seeds for free, and someone will teach them to plant.

Other villages are boiling! For a while, the crowd of people in the government was surging, and the thought that they would be able to have so much food in two months made everyone eager to try.