Su Yang tried to calm his mood.

After all, this is only the first step, and the next step is to screen grain varieties and expand the scale of planting.

Zhu Gaochi and Dao Yan and the three of them immediately surrounded them, looking at the big potatoes that were yellow and bula, the three of them were a little dumbfounded.

"This ...... It is...... Artifact? ”

"That's it?"

Zhu Gaochi asked with a big grin, questioning.

Monk Daoyan was also at a loss, he boasted that he knew astronomy and geography, and he had never seen such a grain crop.

This thing really doesn't look good, it's really as divine as Su Yang said?

Seeing that the three of them were a little contemptuous, Su Yang carefully handed the potatoes to Zhu Gaochi and let the four of them observe and look at them.

"Don't underestimate it, four of you!"

"Now comes your eye-opening time!"

As soon as the words fell, Su Yang squatted on the ground again and planed.

But in a moment, the four of them saw Su Yang shave a series of potatoes out, all of them big and round.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Gaochi's eyes straightened, and he immediately reminded sharply: "Come on, record it quickly!"

Monk Daoyan also came back to his senses and immediately arranged for the scribe to record.

He wanted to see if the yield of this artifact was really as Su Yang said, it could produce thirty stones per mu!

After Su Yang shaved out the bunch of potatoes with his own hands, he carefully handed it to Chu Xiong, who put it on the scale, and the scribe's eyes were almost straight.

"Four pounds and two taels!"

Hearing this number, Su Yang's eyes suddenly lit up.

This is just a nest of potatoes, according to this mature scale, the yield of this acre of land will definitely not be low!

Knowing this, Su Yang immediately clapped his hands and looked at the five hundred forbidden army armor soldiers around him who were eager to try.

"Alright, brothers, let's do it, let's clean up the potatoes in this experimental field first!"

With his order, the five hundred forbidden troops couldn't hold it anymore for a long time, and immediately went to the ground and began to shave potatoes.

Seeing that the number of potatoes was getting more and more, and a scribe didn't have time to weigh them, so he could only pile them aside, Zhu Gaochi's eyes instantly widened, and he simply took Dao Yan, Jin Zhong and Zhang Yu to get off the field in person, and hurriedly weighed the potatoes!

In a few moments, the potatoes were already piled up into a small mountain.

Zhu Gaochi turned his head to look at the scribe on the side, and asked curiously, "Who is that, how many?"

The scribe swallowed his spit and replied tremblingly, "It's almost four hundred pounds!"

Four hundred pounds!

That's three to four stones!

Hearing this number, the eyes of Zhu Gaochi, Dao Yan and others suddenly lit up!

This is only a small part of this experimental field, and it has not been completely cleared out, and it has already exceeded the yield of rice in the south!

My God, could it be that what Su Yang said earlier about yielding thirty stones per mu is true?

Thinking of that terrible possibility, everyone was full of energy, and they only felt that there was an inexplicable force that was filling their hearts!

That is, the power of food!

The number of potatoes is growing!

The scribe also learned to be smart, and directly took the initiative to report the number from time to time, and they were all measured in "stone"!

"Five stones!"

Obviously, this doesn't stop there!

After a while, the scribe's face turned red with excitement!

"Ten stones, my God!"

Hearing this number, everyone's hearts trembled, and then they became even more frantically busy.

Ten stones!

Ten stones per mu!

Ten stones, that's three times the yield of rice in the south!

In other words, if all the fields where rice is planted now are used to grow this potato, then the grain output of Daming will triple in an instant!

But that's not the end of it!

This experimental field is even half planed!

"Dig!"

"Keep digging!"

Zhu Gaochi's eyes were red, and he roared viciously.

He wants to prove to the world today that this potato is the real artifact of social grass!

Monk Daoyan and Jin Zhong Changshi, as well as the political envoy Zhang Yu, had already been stupid, weighing the scales numbly, grinning from time to time.

After a while, the scribe again reported in a trembling voice: "Twelve stones!"

"Fifteen stones!"

However, the potato harvest continued.

The mountain-like potatoes next to it are weighed one by one, and they are endless, making people dizzy.

And the five hundred forbidden soldiers in the field are still digging potatoes, and a large number of skewers can be dug out of a nest, all of which are big and round.

Zhu Gaochi couldn't stand it anymore, and subconsciously covered his heart, only to feel that his heart was beating too hard.

But it's not over yet.

As the scribe reported another number, everyone present went crazy.

"Twenty stones!"

"Twenty stones!"

The scribe fell to his knees and wept with tears streaming down his face.

What is the concept of grain yielding 20 stones per mu?

Zhu Gao was crazy, crying and laughing and muttering to himself, and finally he couldn't help it anymore, and rushed into the field regardless of it, and began to shave potatoes with the five hundred forbidden army armor soldiers.

He wanted to see how high the potato yield was!

A series of potatoes were shaved out by him, and Zhu Gaochi looked at the heavy fruit in his hand, and burst into tears.

Seeing that Yan Shizi had started to do it, Monk Daoyan, Changshi Jinzhong, and Political Envoy Zhang Yu didn't care about anything, and also rushed into the ground to cut potatoes.

What they are planing now is not potatoes, but a social artifact that is enough to change the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty!

However, the harvest continues, and the voice of the scribe never stops!

"Twenty-two stones!"

"Twenty-four stones!"

"Twenty-eight stones!"

"Thirty stones, a full thirty stones!"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the whole scene suddenly fell silent.

Zhu Gaochi sat on the mud floor, already muddy and dirty, but he let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha......"

"Thirty stones!"

"It's really thirty stones per mu!"

Monk Daoyan was also stupid, sitting on the ground as if crying and laughing.

How can there be such a high-yield food crop in this world?

Why hasn't anyone found out in the previous dynasties?

This is enough to make the people of the world eat a full stomach of the social artifact!

Zhang Hao looked at the heavy potatoes in his hand, and he was crying profusely.

The Sheji artifact with a yield of 30 stones per mu was born like this!

Why didn't Su Yang take him out earlier!

In the last cold winter, how many people could have starved to death without starving to death?

It's all food, it's all human life!

For a while, everyone looked different, and they were all immersed in great joy.

Especially Yan Shizi Zhu Gaochi, first laughed maniacally, then suddenly stopped, turned to a low whimper, until he suddenly fell straight down, and everyone noticed something unusual.

"Physician!"

"Go to the doctor!"

Monk Daoyan and Jin Zhong Changshi were so frightened that they immediately stepped forward to support Zhu Gaochi, and then shouted and shouted.

This is Yan Shizi!

The heir of the future Ming Dynasty!

If it were folded here, it would be a big joke!

Su Yang walked unhurriedly in front of the big fat body and stretched out his round mouth.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm familiar with this!"

As soon as the words fell, without waiting for Dao Yan and the three of them to ask, Su Yang directly exhaled a few big mouths and woke Zhu Gaochi up.

That's not cooked!

Hand cooked!

Just go down with a few big mouths!

Everyone: "???"

it?

Are you so brave?

He is Zhu Gaochi, the son of Yan Shizi!

It's just this big mouth, which is the only one who treats all disobedience.

Zhu Gaochi really opened his eyes and looked at Su Yang with a resentful expression.

"Brother-in-law, you are a personal vendetta!"

"Your strength is even greater than my father's strength last time!"

Su Yang laughed twice and did not answer.

Who made you a dead fat man slap me on the thigh all the time?