Wenxian County is not a prosperous and rich place, there is no palace, and it is too late to build temporarily. Emperor Xingyuan stayed in a manor provided by a wealthy local gentry.

Located in the west of the city, this manor occupies a large area and is surrounded by mountains and rivers, although it is not more exquisite than the royal manor, but it has its own fun.

Breathing in the air with the fragrance of flowers, Emperor Xingyuan sighed: "Although this Wen County is not famous, it is a good place."

After that, there is no need to elaborate on the banquet, and when it was over, Emperor Xingyuan asked Sun Yan, the great eunuch who returned to his side: "During this time, how are Ayu and Changle Hou?"

The picture of the two quietly holding hands flashed in Sun Yan's mind, and he said with a sincere face: "Back to Your Majesty, in the past few months, Princess Ayu and Changle Hou have been in love, and they have never exceeded the rules."

Emperor Xingyuan was greatly pleased, and his resentment against He Qingxiao's bullying dissipated a lot: "Even if he knows the rules." turned to be a little suspicious: the young man with strong blood and strength is with his sweetheart every day, and he can keep his own etiquette, is that kid Yanagishita Hui?

Or is it - he has a problem?

Thinking of this possibility, Emperor Xingyuan was conflicted.

"Your Majesty, go to bed early. You've had a hard time all the way, so you can rest for a while." Sun Yan persuaded.

Emperor Xingyuan couldn't sleep: "Where is the sweet potato field? Ready to harvest? How many ...... have been planted?"

Sun Yan went back one by one, some knew and some didn't.

Emperor Xingyuan took a bath and changed his clothes to rest.

Early the next morning, Emperor Xingyuan, accompanied by his ministers, personally went to the sweet potato field.

Seeing a large area of grass and vines, Emperor Xingyuan was surprised: "Planted so much?"

This is different from what Sun Yan said.

Xin Yu explained, "Of the five acres of land, only one acre is planted with sweet potatoes, and the other fields are planted with vines similar to sweet potato vines. The same is true of the other two fields."

Emperor Xingyuan was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood.

This is to guard against vandalism, and to plant something similar to the appearance of sweet potato vines as a cover.

"Looks good. Is this an inferior field?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Emperor Xingyuan went to Zhongtian and Shangzhongtian to inspect again.

He is a person who practices martial arts, and his many years of imperial career have not been wasted, so he is still full of energy when he returns to the manor where he stays, but some ministers are a little overwhelmed.

Emperor Xingyuan sat down in the hall used for deliberations, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although the yield of sweet potatoes is not yet known, how can I not be in a bad mood when I see the lush fields with my own eyes and think about the good taste of sweet potatoes.

"You have all seen it, the field is planted with sweet potatoes."

Emperor Xingyuan's tone was excited, and the mood of the ministers was different: confused, suspicious, and helpless...... In short, there is a feeling of traveling thousands of miles to see treasures, but being deceived.

Tobe Shangshu asked, "Your Majesty, what is this sweet potato?" What is it used for?"

Is it edible, or can it be squeezed for oil, or is it medicinal?

Emperor Xingyuan glanced at Xin Yu and said with a smile, "Sweet potatoes can be used as a staple food."

Staple food?

The ministers looked at each other with strange expressions.

Tossing so much, is it a staple food such as rice and wheat?

This time, some people are disappointed, while others are secretly happy.

The things that Xin Yu made up were worthless, so naturally there was no threat.

"Yuzu." Emperor Xingyuan nodded at Xin Yu.

Xin Yu turned and went out, and returned with a tray after a moment.

Everyone couldn't help but look at it, and saw two white porcelain plates on the tray, each with two spindle-shaped fruits in each tray.

Emperor Xingyuan stretched out his hand and pointed, "This is the sweet potato, a kind of rhizome. Last year, the envoy went to sea, and Ayu asked people to bring it back from overseas. Now that the harvest is finally harvested, Zhu Qing will try it."

Xin Yu took the knife handed by Sun Yan and cut the four sweet potatoes into pieces.

Originally, she didn't have to do this herself, but this sweet potato was created by her from scratch, and the meaning is very different. At this time, it is perfect for the pomelo to cut the sweet potato by hand.

In a way, it's an honor.

The ministers watched intently as the purple-red skin of the sweet potato was cut open, revealing the golden inside.

It doesn't look unpleasant.

Sun Yan took the cut sweet potato, from Emperor Xingyuan to King Xiu, and then divided them one by one.

"Taste it."

After Emperor Xingyuan spoke, everyone carefully put the sweet potato in their mouths and chewed it slowly, and then found that the sweet potato was soft and delicate, and it didn't need to be chewed and swallowed slowly to the stomach.

"How's it taste?" Emperor Xingyuan observed everyone's reactions.

"This sweet potato is sweet and soft, and it can be called delicious."

"Well, it's delicious, especially for the elderly and young children."

"It's rare for a staple food to have this kind of taste."

……

Listening to the comments of the ministers, Emperor Xingyuan smiled: "Sweet potatoes taste delicious and filling, cold places can be planted in spring and harvested in autumn, warm places can be planted twice a year, or even four seasons, and the most important thing is that—"

The ministers pricked up their ears.

Emperor Xingyuan said word for word: "If you don't pick the earth, even if you are a low-grade field, you can have a good harvest."

As soon as these words came out, they were like thunder on the ground, shocking everyone.

If you don't pick the soil, you can plant it in all seasons if you have climate issues, which doesn't solve the problem of food and clothing for the people!

Hubu Shangshu immediately rushed out and asked excitedly, "Your Majesty, how much is the yield per mu of this sweet potato?"

"The yield per mu of sweet potato—" Emperor Xingyuan paused, endured what Xin Yu had said about the high yield of sweet potatoes, and said with an unpredictable expression, "This is the purpose of me taking Zhuqing south. After all, sweet potatoes are foreign, and there is no basis for saying how much they can yield per mu, just look at them with your own eyes."

The curiosity of the crowd was aroused high, and they went to see the sweet potato harvest with Emperor Xingyuan.

Xin Yu led everyone to the inferior field first, and there were already many hired farmers waiting there, and hoes, baskets and other things were ready.

"Let's get started."

At the sound of the order, the hired farmers were busy.

Pull out the grass and vines, go down with a hoe, and the bunches of sweet potatoes are dug out with mud, shake off the roots of the mud, and then put them into the rattan basket.

One basket, two baskets, three baskets......

Seeing that more and more baskets were filled, Emperor Xingyuan became more and more excited.

There are many people who harvest, and the work is done quickly, and it doesn't take too long to harvest one acre of sweet potatoes.

Emperor Xingyuan stared at the sweet potato and weighed it with his own eyes.

The head of the household department squeezed out the person who was originally in charge of weighing, personally recorded the data, and calculated the total number.

"Nine stones, nine stones!" After finishing the calculation, Tobe Shangshu shouted.

"This is the inferior field?" Some officials who know about agricultural affairs have asked.

Receiving an affirmative answer, everyone was stunned.

The inferior field yields two stones per mu at most, and this sweet potato actually has nine stones! That's more than quadrupled!

Emperor Xingyuan couldn't suppress the upward corners of his mouth, and waved his big hand: "Let's go, go and harvest the middle fields!"

A group of people rushed to the middle field, and once again saw with their own eyes that the sweet potatoes dug out of the ground were filled with baskets.

"How much?"

The head of the household reported loudly: "Sixteen stones!"