"It's superficial again, isn't it?"

"Not to mention anything else, in the hot pot you ate just now, there is this kind of food with a yield of thousands of catties per mu!"

Zhu Ying calmly pointed to the leftover hot pot in front of him and smiled.

"What's that? Did we eat thousands of catties of food per mu? ”

"You're not scolding us, are you? How can such a fetish be eaten like this? ”

"Why don't I feel that any food is thousands of catties per mu?"

......

Zhu Ying's voice landed, and everyone was stunned one by one.

immediately looked at the hot pot in front of them, trying to find out which one was the food that yielded thousands of catties per mu.

Looking at this group of ancients looking so funny, Zhu Ying sighed.

"I put it in front of you, you can't recognize it, don't waste your efforts, this son will show you a good look."

Zhu Ying stood up and picked up half a corn from the plate.

"This is the food that yields thousands of catties per mu, and its name is corn."

After Zhu Ying finished speaking, he put down the corn and picked up the sliced potatoes again.

"This mu yield is also thousands of catties, and its name is potatoes."

Zhu Ying put down the potatoes and continued: "Wenxi, go to the kitchen and get a sweet potato." ”

"Young master, I want you to call me by my full name, Da Vinci!"

"Okay, Wenxi, go get it!"

"Yes, young master!"

After eating the sweet potatoes on the table, after Da Wenxi took them, Zhu Yingcai continued to introduce: "This thing has a yield of thousands of catties per mu, and its name is sweet potato." ”

"Impossible! When pigs fly! ”

"You're bullying us for not seeing the world?"

"This thing looks mediocre, although it tastes good, but it is impossible to produce thousands of catties per mu!"

"You still have a taste? I thought it was delicious just now, and I swallowed the dates, and I knew that this thing would yield thousands of catties per mu, so I chewed it slowly and tasted it. ”

......

Zhu Ying's voice landed, and everyone was surprised again.

Everyone didn't believe it at all, there really was thousands of catties of food per mu in this world!

And right in front of their eyes, they just ate it!

If there really is such an existence in the world, it is a divine object that can completely subvert the direction of the Ming Dynasty!

But such a divine thing, this kid is so violent that he takes it for breakfast?

"How can such a fetish be eaten so casually?"

"Eat casually? What's this? The 100,000 pigs that my son sold to you eat these things. ”

"You people who have never seen the world, today I will let you have a good experience."

"Come, come, come with my son."

Zhu Ying's voice landed, got up and walked towards the back of the manor.

Since the pigs were sold to Zhu Yuanzhang, the original pigsty has long been dismantled, and now they are all changed to planting crops.

When this group of people saw that Zhu Ying was going to take them to see it in person, they suddenly couldn't say anything excited.

Even Zhu Yuanzhang, who was already the emperor, the muscles on his face trembled a few times at this time.

Although they have been dealing with Zhu Ying for some days, they have never been to the back of Zhu Ying's manor since they were captured alive, except for the first time when they broke into the back of the manor with curiosity.

What's more, this kid is the eldest grandson of the Ming Emperor, so Zhu Yuanzhang naturally didn't bother to send Jinyi guards to monitor him.

Everyone followed Zhu Ying to the back, and their eyes were bright, and they were full of green plants.

The entire second half of the estate is divided into three sections.

The tallest piece is corn.

Although there are also green plants on both sides, everyone can't find the so-called sweet potatoes and potatoes.

"Is this the corn that yields thousands of catties per mu?"

"So that's what it looks like?"

"But why didn't you see the potatoes?"

"yes, I didn't see a sweet potato!"

When everyone saw these crops for the first time, they were amazed one by one.

"That's right, the tallest one you can see in the middle is the corn, and the potatoes and sweet potatoes are on the sides."

"It's just that the fruits of these two crops are in the soil, and you can't see them."

Before Zhu Ying finished speaking, a figure rushed out.

Zhu Ying was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be Xu Da, the god of war of the Ming Dynasty, who rushed directly into the crop field like a small whirlwind, grabbed a sweet potato seedling, and soaked a sweet potato out of the soil.

The sweet potato was ripe, the size of three adults' fists.

"Amazing! Magical! It's amazing! ”

"According to this growth, it is completely possible to produce thousands of catties per mu!"

"This small one weighs a few catties, and this acre of land is four or five thousand catties!"

Xu Da rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then pulled out a few potatoes one after another.

After putting it in his hand and weighing it, he completely believed that the food that Zhu Ying said about the yield of thousands of catties per mu was not groundless, and the yield per mu of these crops was conservatively estimated to be four or five thousand catties.

"What do you say? Four or five thousand catties per mu? ”

"Do you know what that means? Ordinary people only need to plant one acre of this crop, and then they will plant ten acres of rice before going to the top! ”

......

Seeing Xu Da rushing over and pulling potatoes and sweet potatoes one after another, this group of people suddenly didn't care about their image and identity one by one, and joined the team of pulling potatoes and sweet potatoes one after another.

One by one, like dogs pounced on food, they pouted their buttocks, rolled up their sleeves, and began to dig the soil.

After everyone looked at the several crops in their hands one by one, they calculated in their hearts, and then they were shocked and speechless.

"It's true! I'm afraid that the yield per mu of this thing can reach six or seven thousand catties! ”

"What Zhu Gongzi said is true!"

"Am I dreaming? Is there really a crop in the world that yields thousands of catties per mu? ”

......

After comparison, this group of people soon discovered that the yield per mu of sweet potatoes is the highest, and I am afraid that it can reach a terrifying six or seven thousand catties.

is the next little potato, and the yield per mu is also four or five thousand catties, which has completely subverted the inherent cognition of this group of people about crop yield.

"Why didn't these artifacts appear earlier?"

"Such a divine object, if it appears early, my father, my mother, and my relatives who were starved to death would not have died!"

At the moment when everyone was stunned, a cry came out.

Xu Da, the god of war, looked at the crops in his hands, and he burst into tears, and directly cried with a handful of snot and tears.

Everyone looked at Xu Da, who was crying bitterly, and their expressions became solemn one by one.

This group of people were all poor in the world at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, so they rebelled with Zhu Yuanzhang.

But as long as they have something to eat, they will not do this kind of work of pinning their heads to the waistband of their trousers.

But the relatives around them were starved to death one by one, and they really had no choice!

In that era of cannibalism, living became a luxury.