When Wu Mingkong heard the word "dedication", the picture of "referring to the deer as a horse" immediately appeared in his mind.

Allure's face twitched slightly.

But at the same time, she was curious.

What the hell is this red rat?

It's not just her.

The civil and military officials also had the same curiosity and doubts, and they all looked at Fang Xiu.

"I don't know what Fang Xiang is going to do this time."

"Do you want to follow the example of the last time you pointed to a deer as a horse and a rabbit as a rat?"

Then.

Fang Xiu had someone fetch a sack, a cauldron, and some firewood.

When Wu Mingkong and Baiguan saw it, they were even more puzzled.

Is this to boil water and boil rats in the Fengtian Temple?

Fang Xiu ignored their strange eyes and took out the sweet potatoes from the sack on his own.

Holding it high in his hand, he said loudly: "Your Majesty! This is what the minister wants to offer - sweet potato! ”

The empress and the civil and military officials all looked at the sweet potato in Fang Xiu's hand, and their brows furrowed.

What is this?

Why haven't you seen it before?

Wu Mingkong pondered for a moment and said, "Can Fang Xiang explain to me, what is this red rat?" ”

Fang Xiu held up the sweet potato and said loudly: "Sweet potato is a kind of food, with a sweet taste and a strong sense of satiety!" Adults can eat just one to fill their stomachs, and children only need half of it! ”

"This ......"

The civil and military officials looked at each other.

They have lived for so many years, and they only know that there are five kinds of grain: rice, millet, millet, wheat, and soybean.

Where did this sweet potato come from?

Wu Mingkong's brows furrowed slightly, obviously it was the first time he had heard of such a grain as sweet potatoes.

Now.

She had already begun to doubt.

Fang Xiu, this traitor, is he going to make fun of himself again?

Then.

Fang Xiu continued: "Is this thing as it is as it is, it tastes sweet and has a strong sense of satiety, Your Majesty and the princes will know it as soon as they taste it!" ”

After speaking, he asked people to bring fire sickles and fire velvet, and set up a cauldron in this Fengtian Temple.

Then the sack of washed sweet potatoes was thrown directly into the pot.

When everyone in the Ministry of Rites saw this scene, their expressions were stunned.

"Is this considered a loss of honor in front of the king?"

They subconsciously looked at the empress on the dragon chair and wanted to say something.

But I found out.

The empress leaned out and stared curiously at the sweet potatoes in the pot.

His Majesty didn't care, and naturally they didn't have anything to say, so they all remained silent.

After a few moments, the water boiled and gurgled.

Fang Xiu stood aside, estimating that the sweet potatoes were almost ripe, and asked people to fetch the porcelain bowl that had been prepared a long time ago.

A sweet potato was divided into two halves, served in a porcelain bowl, and distributed to the empress and civil and military officials.

"There are not many sweet potatoes brought today, and half of them are for each person."

The empress and the civil and military officials reached out to take the porcelain bowl and the spoon, and when the sweet potato was cooler, they dug it and ate it with the spoon.

Sweet potatoes just eaten.

The sweet taste swept the taste buds, making the civil and military officials present all shine!

Wu Mingkong tasted the taste of sweet potatoes carefully, his eyes lit up, and he only felt that the taste of sweet potatoes was far better than grains!

And most importantly!

After only a few bites, I felt like my stomach was filled with food and I was full!

Rao is Wu Mingkong was extremely hostile to Fang Xiu, and he couldn't help but sigh at this moment:

"I really didn't expect that Fang Xiu, a traitor, would be able to find such a good thing!"

[Mood +2000]

In the Fengtian Palace, the civil and military officials ate sweet potatoes, and they all felt the same way.

Sweet!

Extremely full!

This sweet potato is indeed a grain!

And it's a grain that's even better than grains!

What Fang Xiang said turned out to be true!

The civil and military officials couldn't help but praise it.

"Xia Guan is really lonely and unheard, and after living for forty-seven years, he only knew that there was such delicious food in the world!"

"The taste is sweet, the entrance is soft and glutinous, very good, very good!"

After the compliment.

Doubts were soon raised.

"The taste of this thing is really good, but I don't know what the yield is."

"If the yield is not as good as rice, I am afraid that it is only useless as far as my big dry is concerned."

"And this thing tastes very good, and I am afraid that it will take a lot of nutrients to grow it."

"My land is barren, and there is very little fertile land for growing rice, and most of the arable land is planted with millet and corn.

Dragon chair.

When Wu Mingkong heard this, his originally fiery heart instantly cooled a lot.

"Yes! The land is barren, and no matter how good this sweet potato is, it is difficult to grow. ”

"Even if it is planted, the yield will not be high, and it will not solve the problem of food shortage."

Fang Xiu listened, but his eyebrows furrowed.

It took him a full 10,000 emotion points to unlock the high-yielding sweet potato.

Paying so much is not to make a wedding dress for Wu Guo!

Of course, he also took into account the problems that the hundred officials considered!

"Ahem!"

Facing the doubts of the hundred officials, Fang Xiu cleared his throat and said loudly:

"The reason why Benxiang dares to say that it can solve the problem of food is because compared with traditional grains, sweet potatoes have two unique advantages!"

"For one, it doesn't have to be grown on fertile farmland like rice and wheat!"

"As long as you bury it in the soil, even if the soil is relatively poor, even if there is little rainfall, it can grow well and bear fruit!"

"Second, its yield is far better than that of grains!"

"Under normal circumstances, the yield of one mu of sweet potatoes is twenty times that of millet and fifteen times that of rice!"

"Now is the solar term for planting sweet potatoes, as long as farmers are mobilized to plant this thing on idle land, grain can be produced in half a year!"

"From now on, all my great cadres and people, everyone will have food to eat!"

"The imperial court no longer has to spend its efforts on lack of food!"

[Mood +10000]

The voice fell.

Wu Mingkong and the civil and military officials all widened their eyes, revealing expressions of disbelief.

"As long as there is soil, you can plant it!"

"The yield is fifteen times that of rice!"

"This ...... How is this possible! ”

When Wu Mingkong heard Fang Xiu's words, he almost couldn't restrain his emotions and wanted to jump up from the dragon chair.

After suppressing the shock and excitement in my heart.

She looked at the sweet potato in Fang Xiu's hand with burning eyes, and asked, "What Fang Xiang said, has it ever been verified?" ”

Although Wu Mingkong tried his best to be calm.

Fang Xiu could still hear her voice trembling a little.

He looked at the empress and said confidently: "The minister will not take such a big thing as a child's play." ”

"In fact, this thing has been cultivated overseas for a long time, and every word that the minister said is the experience summed up by thousands of overseas farmers!"

This sentence exploded in the minds of Wu Mingkong and the civil and military officials like a shock!

Because they know.

No matter how ridiculous Fang Xiang is, it is impossible to take Daqian's national fortune as a child's play!

In other words.

The description of sweet potatoes is most likely true!

It's just that!

The yield is fifteen times that of rice, which is an exaggeration!

If there really is such food in the world, why has it not been discovered by Fang Xiang until now?

Zhao Youting, the new household servant, hesitated for a while, but still spoke: "The next official was a little in a trance, and I didn't hear what Fang Xiang said. ”

"Fang Xiang is saying that the yield of this sweet potato is fifteen times that of rice?"