The grievances of a few people, no one cares about it, so many sweet potatoes are now cleaned up and sent towards Zhisu, the team is very spectacular.

It's all grain, and it's been collected before, and there's still a lot of it that hasn't been eaten, and now the treasury is finally coming in again.

"Your Majesty, these grains are reserved for next year's grain, can you plant the entire Great Qin?" Feng Quji's eyes were full of expectation, if Da Qin could become more powerful in the hands of their generation, it would definitely go down in history.

"It must be enough, when the time comes, each county will send some over, and the county will be responsible for raising the seedlings, and then the sweet potato vines will be distributed to each household." Zhao Qingrui Zhao Qingrui said with a smile, even if Daddy is not enough here, she can still support some.

With so many sweet potatoes, it is enough to plant the entire Daqin, and it is estimated that there are still left.

Hearing Zhao Qingrui's words, those officials were patted again.

Now Zhao Qingrui has experienced the big dye vat of the imperial court for several months, and he can automatically block these compliments.

In the evening, after another sweet potato feast, these people left the palace of Shanglin Yuan.

"You guys go back too, you're tired all day today, help me send the account books of Zhisu to me tomorrow morning for me to see." waved his hand at Wang Xian and Zhang Liang and asked them to leave.

On the way back, the excitement in Zhang Liang's heart was no less than that of others.

The yield of this sweet potato is simply an eye-opener for everyone, I didn't expect the grain yield to be so high, it is beyond imagination.

With these grains, Daqin's life in Qianshou will definitely be much better.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang only felt that his desire to return to the country was a big step away from him.

Looking at the full moon that had risen in the sky, Zhang Liang had mixed feelings.

Qianshou is doing well, this is a good thing, the Han family is the prime minister of Han, if these things happened in South Korea, he would be very happy, but unfortunately, these things actually happened in Daqin.

Complicated feelings, put away when I get home.

Now in Daqin, their family is doing well, and even their son is studying with those emperors and grandchildren, and they are playing well with them, and they don't know that their family is a prisoner.

"My husband is back, I'll go and heat up the meal." When Mrs. Zhang saw Zhang Liang, she hurriedly brought a basin of cold water over and asked him to go to the summer heat.

In Daqin's palace, although it is a little inconvenient, this kind of life is much better than before, and the previous thin body is now much healthier.

If she can stay here all the time, Mrs. Zhang also thinks it is good, and her son can get a better education here and have a playmate.

"No need to heat it, I'll eat it back." Zhang Liang shook his head and wiped his face, the cold water made his whole body sober a lot.

"Don't you doubt that you have studied well today?" Putting down the cotton handkerchief, Zhang Liang looked at his son Zhang Budo and asked softly, seeing that his son and wife had grown better, he was happy in his heart.

But if this has something to do with the people of Daqin, he can't be happy.

"Yes, I learned Shangshu with my husband today." Zhang Budo happily shared with his father the content of today's master's professor, as well as his own understanding and so on.

As Zhang Liang's son, Zhang Budo is very smart, the teacher who came to the palace to teach was the person brought by Zhao Qingrui from Jingshui Pavilion, and most of the content taught was the content of the textbooks provided by Zhao Qingrui, and the rest of the content was the works of some sages.

Listening to his son's babbling about the content of learning, these are all things that he has learned before, and the influence of this little princess on Daqin is deeper than he thought.

Zhang Liang had insomnia at night, the little princess was even more powerful than he imagined, if she really succeeded to the throne.

There was only one thought left in his mind, probably, he really had no hope of recovering the country.

Watching Da Qin grow stronger little by little under his nose, this feeling was not comfortable at all.

I didn't feel sleepy, so I got up and sat by the window, looking at the moon outside.

Mrs. Zhang glanced sideways at him, then turned around and went back to sleep.

has been married for so many years, how can she not understand him.

It's just that the current situation is long gone in South Korea, and Zhang Liang has been tossing for so many years, and in the end he tossed the family into the palace of Daqin.

At first, she also had resentment in her heart, but now, every day, she is taken to study with her son and learn something she has never heard of.

Compared to running the family every day, she thinks that this is not bad now, and the knowledge she learns is also very interesting.

She knew that Zhang Liang hadn't given up the idea of recovering the country, but how many remnants of the Six Kingdoms were left? Now they can be said to be isolated and helpless, what to do to restore the country.

Is it because of his zeal?

didn't notice that Mrs. Zhang had noticed him, Zhang Liang sat by the window all night, and helped Zhao Qingrui take things early the next day.

The court meeting was still presided over by Zhao Qingrui, and today's discussion was about those sweet potatoes and the remaining potatoes in Shanglin Garden.

With the ultra-high yield of sweet potatoes, officials in the DPRK and China still have high expectations for potatoes.

In addition to these things, there is also the need to ask for money.

The Iron Government of the surplus of the public government asked for money, the newly established Salt Division asked for money, and the Shangjun side asked for grain.

One by one, they all reached out to ask her for money, but Zhao Qingrui only felt that her head was bald.

These reasons for asking for money are very valid, and they are all necessary expenses.

It took less than two months to send money and grain to Shangjun, and the grain was eaten up again, and there were 300,000 sharp soldiers there, as well as hundreds of thousands of prisoners and prisoners building the Great Wall, and the daily consumption of food was a rather terrible number.

Now that we have sweet potatoes, we should be able to ease the pressure on food next year.

Endure the pain and sow another wave of grain towards Shangjun and Lingnan, and seeing that the grain in the treasury suddenly shrank by a small half, Zhao Qingrui and Yingzheng were not very happy.

"Ahem, Qingrui, the time to test you has come, although there is still some food in the treasury, you can't sit back and eat empty, you know." Ying Zheng coughed dryly.

"I don't understand, I don't want to." Zhao Qingrui rubbed her face in pain, she didn't consume so much money to make money.

I thought that the confiscated grain would be no problem until the beginning of spring next year, but now it seems that I just think too much, and it is difficult to say whether I can hold on until the end of the year.

During this time, some grain was collected from merchants one after another, but these grains were also a drop in the bucket for Daqin.

Moreover, this year's hot weather will lead to a reduction in grain production, and it is estimated that the price of grain will rise again by the end of the year.

It's too much to be an emperor, it's too tiring.

"I believe you can." Ying Zheng cheered Zhao Qingrui up.

When Zhao Qingrui hadn't come back before, Daqin's situation was even worse, and at that time, he had considered disarmament to reduce consumption.

(End of chapter)