Fang Xiu walked up to the empress and handed her the sweet potato.

"Your Majesty, do you want to make a bet with your minister?"

Wu Mingkong subconsciously reached out to take the sweet potato, hesitated, and asked, "What are you betting on?" ”

Fang Xiu said: "Bet on whether the yield of sweet potatoes can reach fifteen times that of rice." ”

Wu Mingkong raised his eyes to look at the farmers working in the fields, and then looked back at Fang Xiu, his bright eyes suddenly flashed a touch of cunning, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile, and said, "Okay!" I bet you can get it! ”

“......”

Fang Xiu didn't expect the little empress to play her cards out of common sense, she was silent for a second, and said, "Okay, if Your Majesty wins, when you return to the palace, you will sit in the carriage of the courtiers." ”

Who seldom rides in your carriage!

Wu Mingkong pouted and asked, "Then what if I lose?" ”

Fang Xiu said: "That minister will sit in His Majesty's carriage." ”

“......”

Wu Mingkong was a little dizzy, and it took a while to react and become his prize.

"Phew! Think beautifully! ”

Wu Mingkong took a bite of him, and then stuffed the sweet potato back into Fang Xiu's arms......

It's a bit big, but her hands are too small to hold.

Fang Xiu took the sweet potato and said, "Then Your Majesty agreed?" ”

Wu Ming blanked him a blank look, and was about to refuse.

On second thought, if this sweet potato really had a fifteen times the yield of rice.

This guy's merits, even if he is given a town and country duke, there is no problem.

In that case, what is the harm in getting into his carriage and sitting for a while?

She didn't believe that in broad daylight, Lang Lang, this courtier dared to do something to her in front of hundreds of officials and guards.

Come to think of this.

Wu Mingkong looked at Fang Xiu, nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you." ”

Fang Xiu raised his eyebrows: "Really? ”

Wu Mingkong's expression was solemn: "You have no jokes." ”

Fang Xiu squinted at her and said, "Your Majesty said the same thing last time. ”

When Wu Mingkong heard this, the picture of that day's Yiren Residence came to his mind.

If you think about it, it really seems to be word for word.

A flush appeared on her face, she lowered her head, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "I owe you last time, and I will make up for ......it in the future."

Fang Xiu looked at the somewhat shy face in front of him, his heart throbbed inexplicably, and he was about to say something.

A cacophony was heard not far away.

Fang Xiu and the empress turned their heads at the same time.

I saw a group of farmers gathered together, holding iron scales, and weighing the planed sweet potatoes.

Farmers weigh themselves.

The head of the household department records on one side.

When the civil and military officials saw this scene, they all put down the hoes in their hands and stepped up.

"I don't know how much sweet potatoes can weigh in this acre."

"This official remembers that Fang Xiang said that it is fifteen times that of rice."

"Fifteen times should be the most ideal state, my land is barren, and it is not easy to reach fifteen times."

"South orange and north orange, this sweet potato can reach fifteen times the yield overseas, but it may not be in my big job......

In the official's opinion, if there can be three or four times, Fang Xiang is already an immortal achievement for the benefit of the world, and it will definitely go down in history! ”

The one who spoke was Sun Zhengying, the secretary of the Criminal Department, who was also a core member of the Fang Party.

As soon as these words came out, all the officials of the African Party fell silent and stopped talking.

They know it in their hearts.

These people are laying the groundwork in advance.

In case it is weighed in time, the yield is not much higher than that of rice.

They can also find a bunch of reasons to prove that Fang Xiang is not exaggerating.

The reason why the yield is not high is either the problem of farmers, or the problem of land, or the problem of climate, fertilization and so on.

All in all, it's never a matter of square appearance!

The officials are like Spiegels in their hearts, but they can't say it, let alone point fingers and make irresponsible remarks.

After all, the ministers are in charge, and all they can do is to protect themselves.

Don't you see, which one of the people who rebelled against Fang Xiang before has a good end?

Even the dignified first-class Taiwei is still locked up in the prison!

For most of the non-party officials.

Don't stand in line, don't flatter.

Not only is it worthy of the books of the sages they read, but it can also make them stand alone.

Why not?

A moment later.

With excitement or apprehension, the officials came to the side of the farmer, scrambling to squeeze forward, wanting to see how much the yield of this sweet potato could reach.

Qin Xingyan was old and walked slowly, and when he arrived, a bunch of people had already gathered in front of him.

Those who are gathered outside either stretch their necks and look in, or take advantage of their youth and squeeze in.

Some people didn't even notice that their shoes were squeezed off, and they kept yelling.

"Heavy? How much does it weigh? ”

When Qin Xingyan saw this scene, his brows furrowed slightly, and he scolded: "They are all pillars of the imperial court, noisy and noisy, what kind of system!" ”

After all, he is a member of the second grade, with a loud and majestic voice, which shocked the hundred officials at once.

When many people heard Qin Xingyan's voice, they all subconsciously took a few steps back and made way for a road.

Qin Xingyan's expression was serious, he snorted coldly, and said, "This is still a bit of a pillar!" ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Fang Xiu not far away, and a flattering smile appeared on his old face.

"Fang Xiang, the place is vacated for you! Come on! ”

“......”

When Baiguan saw this scene, he was completely speechless, and scolded in his heart: I have never seen such a brazen person!

Together with Sun Zhengying, the secretary of the Criminal Department who was the core of the Fang Party, he couldn't bear to look at it directly, and silently moved to the side, keeping his distance from Qin Xingyan.

Seeing this, Wu Mingkong hated it so much that his teeth itched.

She was standing next to Fang Xiu, Qin Xingyan said that this old dog actually ignored her directly, flattering Fang Xiu, it was simply a monarchless and hateful! Damn it!

But she also knew it in her heart.

The reason why Qin Xingyan was like this was mainly because the last time he referred to the deer as a horse, Fang Xiu supported him!

Even if the rest of the hundred officials flattered Fang Xiu again, they would not treat the Son of Heaven as nothing like him.

After all.

The idea of loyalty still occupies the mainstream.

It's just that she is too young and has not long been on the throne, and her power has not yet been consolidated.

So.

Even if there are some hundred officials, the other party is not satisfied, but they only dare to be angry and dare not speak.

She believes.

With the passage of time, she will one day be able to consolidate her position, realize her dreams, let Fang Xiu enter the palace, bring her tea and water, and pinch her back and legs!

That's it.

The empress walked to the farmer in a daze.

"One stone!"

"Two stones!"

"Three stones!"

Farmers are still weighing.

The principal is still on record.

The weighed sweet potatoes were tossed aside.

The unweighed sweet potatoes are piled up to form a small mound.

The officials looked at the small mound, their eyes widened, their expressions nervous, and they couldn't stop muttering:

"Four stones! Five stones! Six stones! ”

The number of records is rising.

The yield of rice per mu has been reached, but the small hill still stands there as if it had not changed.

See this scene.

All the officials held their breath and didn't dare to make any more sounds.

His eyes turned red, and he stared at the iron scale in the farmer's hand.

Even the empress on Fang Xiu's side became heavy in breathing.

"Ten stones!"

"Eleven stones!"

“......”