Six stones......

What does it mean to produce six stones per mu?

When Sun Chengzong was guarding Liaodong, the grain in Liaodong was supplied by the imperial court.

His strategy, in a way, was very costly.

But what can be done? There is only so much grain production in Liaodong, and the number of soldiers and civilians who can arable land is also limited.

But if it is...... If it is six stones per mu.

This is a direct increase of three or four times the wheat yield in the north.

With these three or four times the output, Sun Chengzong is certainly not as brazen as Yuan Chonghuan to the point where he is talking about five years of Pingliao, so at least he dares to say that he will not let the situation worsen.

There is also a major drought in China.

If the grain production capacity reaches such a point, what kind of drought do you care?

Sun Chengzong's eyes seemed to be hooked by the lumps of soil dug out of the ground, as if even his soul had been withdrawn from his body.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse continued to stare, and he pinched a handful of sweat.

Because...... Lumps of dirt are still being dug out.

Then...... Humanitarian: "Seven Stone ......"

Seven Stone ......

If you don't see this with your own eyes, if you report this number, everyone is afraid to laugh it off.

Joke.

In this world, even if it is the most fertile land, the best grain seeds, intensive cultivation, not to say that the yield of seven stones per mu is the limit.

Then...... Someone couldn't hold back.

It was Huang Liji who couldn't hold back.

Huang Liji's food these days can be said to be heartbroken, although his reputation is very bad, as the first assistant scholar who has gone through the back door of the eunuch party, he actually does not have much sense of existence. But no matter what, he is also a scholar of Shoufu University, and he is Zaifu, who doesn't want to be Zhang Juzheng and Liu Jian?

He didn't feel at ease.

"This thing can't have been buried in the ground for a long time." Huang Liji is a native of the Daimyo Mansion of Zhili, his hometown is not far from him, he was born in a family of small gentry, and of course he knows everything about land and food.

This kind of production is terrible, so terrible that it is hard to believe!

So, he subconsciously stood up.

Uncle, I won't squat.

Immediately, he rushed into the ridge of the field, and then, too, he went to the field with his hands, and did not care about the dust, and finally he took out a bunch of sweet potatoes along the rhizome......

"This ......"

Huang Liji's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but say: "It grew in the ground, it really grew in the ground, there is nothing wrong." ”

Thereupon...... The officials were holding their breath at this time, and their eyeballs were about to fall off.

Zhang Jingyi was complaining in his heart, he still thought too well of Huang Liji, this guy actually suspected that he buried the sweet potato in it and then dug it out, thinking of his character so despicable.

And at this time......

"Eight Stone ......"

This sound is eight stones......

It has completely broken everyone's psychological defenses.

But seeing that the people in the field are still busy, there are still ......

There was a commotion among the officials.

People began to be amazed.

Li Qiyuan felt that his eyeballs were about to fall, and the expression of cruelty was gone, replaced by a solemn face.

He was a scholar of the household department, and he knew better than anyone what these eight stones meant, five times or even more than the average field yield.

"Nine Stone ......"

All of a sudden...... It was completely blown up.

"What is this?"

"I haven't seen it."

"Can you eat it?"

"How can there be nine stones, I have never seen any crop, and the yield per mu can exceed four stones."

"I ...... I'm a little dizzy. ”

It's unbelievable.

"Ten Stone ......"

When the singing came here.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse already felt a little dizzy.

He staggered, shaking his head hard to keep himself awake.

Field...... There are also sporadic sweet potatoes.

If it's in the past...... These sweet potatoes must be too lazy to dig up, and they just rot in the ground.

But after all...... This is in front of the Son of Heaven and hundreds of officials, and what is needed is the most accurate yield per mu.

Chen Jinglun did not stop, and he became more and more excited with this output.

When he was in Fujian, one time, when his father was still there, the yield per mu was higher than this.

None of them knew that his father...... When he took the risk to bring this sweet potato from Luzon to Daming, he knew that his father had obtained it and regarded it as a treasure. I don't know that his father resolutely gave up the fame of the imperial examination, and also gave up commercial transactions, and he threw himself on this sweet potato all his life, raising seedlings again and again, when the typhoon came, thinking about them, there was a drought, and he was also worried about them, and there were pests, and he still couldn't sleep for a night.

They will definitely not know that before his father died, he grabbed his hand, at that time, his father was very sick, but with tears in his eyes, holding him deadly, Chen Jinglun thought, at that time, others must not have imagined what his father was thinking when he was dying.

Perhaps they were thinking that his late father might not be able to worry about his children and grandchildren, or maybe he couldn't worry about the family's property.

No, Chen Jinglun understands better than anyone else, he knows the meaning of those eyes that are about to close.

His late father couldn't rest assured...... It's these crops, it's the lumps of dirt that have been with him all his life.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Jinglun's tears welled up again.

It's strange to say, this is supposed to be a happy time, and it should be very gratifying.

But Chen Jinglun only thought of those eyes, the eyes that drooped old, with regret but still hope.

Poof, Chen Jinglun, who had unbearable back pain, knelt in the crop field, and he grabbed the vine leaves of the sweet potato fiercely with both hands, and even the palm of his hand was punctured.

But soon, he came to his senses, raised his head, and glanced at Zhang Jingyi squatting in the distance.

This Zhang Baihu finally brought His Majesty and hundreds of officials, this is to fulfill his father's will, Zhang Baihu...... Love is deep and righteous, it is really his reborn parents, he ...... He ...... at this time

He struggled to his feet, staggered and dragged his tired legs, and continued to dig in the soil, even though the sweet potatoes in the field were already thinning out, and he tried hard to find one or two more, but he would not stop, and he would not stop.

"Twelve Stone ......"

Twelve stones were reported.

The uproar of Fang Cai returned to silence.

It's not a thousand pounds per mu.

It is a yield of 2,000 catties per mu......

Two thousand pounds!

Immediately after that, the bits and pieces of sweet potatoes continued to be weighed.

A eunuch went over and whispered something to the man who weighed it.

Immediately, the eunuch ran back happily, poofed, fell to the ground, and said in an extremely excited tone: "Your Majesty, the conversion is clear, it is twelve stones and one bucket and five liters." ”

The Emperor of the Apocalypse blushed, his eyes a little glazed.

After a long time, the Emperor of the Apocalypse looked at Zhang Jingyi, this time, he looked at Zhang Jingyi's eyes, no longer close, no gentle, not even emotion, just stared at Zhang Jingyi with expressionless eyes, and then said solemnly: "Can you eat it?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Jing was categorical.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse asked again, "How to eat?" ”

Zhang Jingyi said cheerfully: "Your Majesty can eat as much as you want, you can eat it raw or cooked, it is called baked sweet potatoes, mixed with porridge water is called sweet potato porridge, dried some is called sweet potato rice, and dried is called dried sweet potatoes." ”

"This ......" The Emperor of the Apocalypse was still stunned, and finally said: "Take it, I will eat and see." ”

"Your Majesty, it's not good to eat raw." Zhang Jing said: "Although it is true that it can be eaten raw, it is better to eat it cooked!" In fact, the minister is already in the Zhuangzi, and let people prepare it in advance, there is sweet potato porridge, sweet potato rice, and baked sweet potatoes. ”

"Really...... Can you eat it? ”

The officials were in an uproar.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse squinted, he couldn't wait any longer, and immediately shouted: "Wei Banban." ”

Wei Zhongxian: "......"

"You go pack one and try it first."

Wei Zhongxian took a deep breath, thinking that at this time, he would inevitably think of a stormy night, the craftsman who castrated him tied him up, and then his hand fell with a knife.

Wei Zhongxian didn't say anything, and hurriedly went to get a sweet potato.

A little eunuch was already busy wiping the sweet potato with his sleeve.

Wei Zhongxian holds a sweet potato in his hand......

The eyes of countless people fell on Wei Zhongxian.

It's probably a look, you eat, you eat.

Wei Zhongxian took a deep breath and took a bite.

Click.

It's crisp.

"How?" The Emperor of the Apocalypse said in a hurry.

Wei Zhongxian chewed cautiously at first.

He was afraid of repeating the mistake of eating tree bark.

You can bite down.

Unexpectedly...... There's a hint of sweetness.

So, he began to feel at ease and bold.

Maybe...... After eating the bark, I needed something to cover up the bitterness in my mouth.

Therefore, he bit more and more easily, and said, "Well, the taste...... Not bad, some sweet, very crunchy...... Click......"

Call......

This moment......

The eyes of the officials are different, some are full of surprise, some are melancholy, some are worried, and some have red eyes, and suddenly feel that their eyes are very dry.

Sun Chengzong rubbed his eyes desperately at this time.

This thing is really edible......

It also yields 2,000 catties per mu.

Can this kind of broken place be planted?

What is it?

"God bless Daming!" Sun Chengzong couldn't help but let out a low roar that he tried his best to suppress, but he wanted to vent.

Sky...... Bless...... Big...... Bright!

These four words...... The Emperor of the Apocalypse, who was still immersed in the confusion, listened to it sincerely.

His shoulders couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Yes, isn't this God blessing the Ming?

At this moment, the Emperor of the Apocalypse snatched the sweet potato from Wei Zhongxian's hand.

I don't care about the bite marks of Wei Zhongxian.

In fact, he was originally a person who did not pay attention to subsections.

So before the others could react, they opened their mouths directly and clicked.

Sweet potato entrance.

He devoured it desperately a few times, and then he felt relieved.

So, while eating his cheeks like steamed buns, he said, "Okay...... It's delicious, come, all of you come and taste it, come and taste it......"

The ministers did not move.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse actually divided the sweet potato by two, gnawed the sweet potato clean, and swallowed the last mouthful of sweet potato into his stomach with his neck, and suddenly became proud, eager to cross his waist: "Since I ascended to the pole, natural disasters and man-made disasters have continued, and national affairs have become increasingly difficult. ”

………………

And also!

7017k