After Fang Jue left, the two people in the dungeon felt deafening.

Especially Pachin.

"Brother Bai, I put the banknotes here, and I'll pick them up later, I hope you can show your sincerity."

Mo Yuan walked out of the cell, and the jailer intentionally locked the door.

He also had to send a young master, and today's young master's words really made Mo Yuan feel enthusiastic.

"I'm Xichu, I really can't compare to Xia Guo?"

In the bluestone cell, Bai Qing looked at the only small window that let in light, and began to doubt for the first time.

……

After sending Fang Jue away, the palace summoned Mo Yuan and went.

"The list given by Bai Qing has been handed over to the Hanging Sword Division, I hope I can gain something." Mo Yuan did not make any hopes.

Indeed, as Bai Qing said, after he was arrested, the news must have leaked, and those people were afraid that they would have fled long ago.

The emperor obviously didn't care about this, he said, "Bai Qing is not dead yet? ”

"Your Majesty, he doesn't seem to want to die."

"Then let him live, enter the Hanging Sword Division, and replace Xiao Luoye's vacancy." Xiao Pingsi said lightly.

Mo Yuan said with a smile: "Xi Chu has taken Yue Pingchuan, let's plot against the deputy hall master of their Overlord Palace, and we can also collect some interest first!" ”

The emperor smiled and said nothing, he had such a thought.

It is said that Xia Guo can't retain talents, and even Shoufu's younger brother has been exiled to a foreign country to make a book.

How can I not knock this face back?

While reviewing the recital, the emperor asked again: "Mr. Fang, what did you say to that Bai Qing?" ”

"Your Majesty, Mr. Fang is really ...... today"

Immediately, Mo Yuan brought Fang Jue, what he said in the prison guard, one by one.

"Good!" The corners of the emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, "Well said!" ”

"Mr. Fang seems to have done research a long time ago, and he knows the situation of various countries very well." Wang Feng smiled.

Xiao Pingsi: "Mr. Fang has his own hills and ravines in his chest. ”

Several people nodded.

After another moment, Xiao Pingsi said, "Have you harvested the crops in Fangjiazhuang?" ”

……

The household department, the tax clearance office, came early in the morning.

The men from Fangjiazhuang all gathered in the field.

Autumn harvest is on.

Except for the Winter Department, all of them should be collected, make a measurement, and give the emperor an explanation.

The previous production was blown high, but whether there is such a degree depends on today's measurement.

There are many things to do, but today Yan Lanfeng also came in person.

"Young Master, are you sure?" Yan Lanfeng was a little nervous.

He knew that before, Fang Jue boasted about the output of Haikou in front of the emperor.

If it is harvested today, and the yield cannot be weighed, then the emperor's favor will become a steel knife.

The crime of deceiving the king, that is inescapable.

Fang Jue glanced at the farmers who were busy in the fields, and the clerk of the tax clearance office had changed again, and the previous Yang Qi had already died.

Today's agent looks much more pleasing to the eye, a middle-aged man, and he looks very honest and serious.

"Look, I think I'm saying less."

Seeing the piles of grain piled up in the fields everywhere, officials from all sides of the capital are watching here.

There are also some of the people, and the famous ones have been chosen to come and put here to witness with their own eyes.

If the emperor wants to promote the new grain varieties, he must convince the people, otherwise they will not be willing to plant something unknown in the fields of the ancestors.

Although it can be forcibly ordered, but there is an obstacle in the heart, it is inevitable that the crops will not be taken care of, and the yield will not be increased.

"Young Master, I see that there is already a lot of grain, even if it does not have the yield mentioned before, it is several times more than rice...... The young master can rest assured. Yan Lanfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

The fireworks bureau has been up and has started selling in recent days, and it is a good business that is bought out every day.

Fang Jue's brain was too easy to use, Yan Lanfeng had already regarded him as the God of Wealth, so he was naturally reluctant to let him have an accident.

Fang Jue shook his head: "The output will only be more, not less." ”

"That's good...... Hey, young master, look over there, is that a cold potato, so many dug up in an acre of land? ”

Under the pergola.

Fang Jue looked at it and said lightly: "Lord Yan, that acre of cold potato land has only been dug up halfway." ”

"What?"

Yan Lanfeng was shocked, sent someone over to check, and when he came back, he told him that it was only half.

"At least four or five thousand pounds, look at this pile...... And half, young master, this cold potato can't really produce 10,000 catties per mu, right!? ”

Yan Lanfeng glared.

"Look, what is that, why is it only half dug up, that's all?"

"Oh my God, that's a cold potato, right?"

"Shousuke-sama......"

Today was supposed to be a holiday, but the emperor asked for overtime, and they all came to Fangjiazhuang to see the grain.

Sweet potato, cassava, corn, potato......

The production of these things is already frighteningly high.

But it's not as good as cold potatoes, it's really terrifying.

"Father......" Zhuge Yong was also present, and as an official who had been appointed by the Musket Bureau, he was naturally qualified to be present.

Zhuge Qingshan waved his hand, signaling him not to speak, and he was still immersed in the joy of harvest.

"Oh my God......"

Fortunately, there were many people working, and in less than half an hour, the one acre of corn field that was selected as the experimental field was finally harvested.

And in public, the weighing was completed.

"How much production?" The crowd approached and asked.

The clerk of the tax clearance office swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Roughly calculated, there are more than 2,100 catties ......."

"What?" The crowd was in ecstasy.

Corn is not planted too intensively, and other crops such as sweet potatoes can be planted in the gaps between them.

But Rao is so, there are more than 2,000 catties of corn, and this yield can be called terrifying.

Fang Jue reminded: "Corn should be removed from the cob, and only the food that can be eaten will not exceed 1,200 catties." ”

This is still in Fangjiazhuang, with professional planting technology and good fertilizer.

If it were someone else, it would be good to get 800 catties of corn.

"Even if you remove the stick skin, this yield is amazing!" All the officials were shocked, and they were all happy.

Zhuge Qingshan arched his hand: "The young master really sent an artifact for my Great Xia!" ”

"Don't forget, this corn can be planted for two crops!"

"Who said no, the lives of the common people can be better......"

"This grain can be kept secret, at least until we are rich, the six countries don't want to taste the sweetness."

One by one, the officials came over to congratulate Fang Jue, either sincerely, or they were familiar.

In return, Fang Jue's hands were sore.

Fang Jue waved his hand: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's marvel later, it's still early." ”

Corn...... Of all these grains, it is considered to be the lowest yield.

And the emperor who was far away on the Jinling city wall, built a pavilion to overlook Fangjiazhuang, and this matter was also looking forward to it.

A short time later, a man from the Sword Hanging Division, dressed in the clothes of a farmer, came to report:

"Report to Your Majesty, the yield per mu of corn has been estimated."

"How much?!" Xiao Pingsi pointed at him and hurriedly asked, he was afraid that everything was disillusioned, and he was worried that Fang Jue was fooling himself.

But after hearing that number, Xiao Pingsi laughed out loud.

"Two thousand one pounds!?"

"Hahaha......"

"Your Majesty, if you want to remove the skin, the young master said that it will be a maximum of 11,200 catties."

"That's enough, reward!" As soon as the emperor was happy, he casually threw the jade he was playing with to the messenger.

"Revisit."

……

The people in the household department, and the croppers on the Fangjia Village, are limited after all.

Corn is easy to break, but several other grains must be harvested carefully.

In fact, a lot of grain is not harvested at the same time, but it is almost the same.

The emperor waited too long, he couldn't wait, and Fang Jue also wanted to give him an explanation, so as not to have doubts in his heart.

Sweet potatoes are divided into two seasons, and Fangjiazhuang only had time to plant one season, and it is not yet harvest time.

"Fang Jue, you want to go down in history!" Ye Hongyi was by Fang Jue's side, and today the emperor sent her to protect Fang Jue.

It's just that when there are many people, someone will stab.

Fang Jue smiled: "We all want to go down in history." ”

Ye Hongyi blushed, she knew what Fang Jue meant, once Fang Jue was alive for generations, as a family member, she could naturally follow and leave her name.

"Young Master," in the distance, someone from the household department reported, "Lord Ye, except for the cold potato, they have almost dug up an acre of land and started to liquidate." ”

"Then let's go over." Fang Jue got up from the pergola, took a piece of watermelon and handed it to Ye Hongyi, and then took another piece and ate it himself.

Everywhere he went, hundreds of officials avoided it, and only Zhuge Qingshan ushered in.

"Young Master, it's really Shennong's descent to earth!" Zhuge Qingshan was sincerely admired.

Fang Jue shook his head and smiled: "Boss, Shennong doesn't know how to play with muskets, right?" ”

"Haha, that's ......" Zhuge Qingshan laughed and patted Fang Jue's shoulder.

Then, in everyone's surprise, the two walked shoulder to shoulder to the ridge where they were weighing potatoes.

The clerk of the tax clearance office was holding a booklet and looking at the small numbers written on it.

A little bargain in mind......

There are also some that have not been weighed, but have already exceeded the yield of corn per acre.

Far more than!