Nuclear Warlord

Chapter 303 Yield per Mu [-] Jin (Eighth)

Feng Quji already had some guesses in his mind, but he was not sure, so he asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, is this a kind of food?"

Emperor Qianwu turned around and laughed loudly: "Yes, it is a kind of food that can be used to replace wheat and rice."

As soon as this remark came out, the officials were astonished.

Foods that replace wheat and rice?

Grow in the soil?
how can that be!

Although they are in high positions, this is a farming society after all, and they are still knowledgeable about farming and crops. They have never seen this thing before them.

Emperor Qianwu was in a great mood and continued to explain.

"The name of this thing is sweet potato. It is a kind of foreign food that Changfeng bought from people from other countries. The yield is very high and the taste is extremely delicious. If this product is promoted to the whole world, there will be no hungry people in Daqian!"

Everyone was a little surprised to hear such a high evaluation from Emperor Qianwu.

How high is the extremely high output, so that there will be no more hungry people in Dagan?
Even His Majesty, who has eaten all the delicacies in the world, said it was extremely delicious. How delicious is it?
Regarding this, the ministers had no idea at all.

Li Changfeng smiled slightly, and said to his followers: "Pick up some sweet potatoes, um, don't have too many, just a dozen or so, wash them and put them in the pot to steam."

"It's Your Highness!"

Under the watchful eyes of the ministers, several attendants picked up a dozen sweet potatoes, rinsed them with clean water, and put them into the steaming steamer.

The ministers were stunned.

This sweet potato is so simple, can it be eaten after steaming?
After arranging these, Li Changfeng ignored the crowd and went forward to check the first basket of sweet potatoes that was being weighed. Emperor Ganwu had already moved over.

The person in charge of the weighing was an ordinary farmer. He had never seen such a big battle, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"The first basket, 130 five catties!"

Emperor Ganwu hurriedly greeted Gao Dali who was at the side: "Remember!"

"The second basket, 150 three catties!"

"The third basket, 120 nine catties!"

"..."

As the weight of each basket was reported, the expressions of the officials gradually changed from stunned to solemn, then surprised, and finally shocked.

When the total weight reached more than 400 kilograms, the sweet potatoes had not even been dug up.

Not to mention whether this sweet potato is as delicious as Emperor Qianwu said, the output alone is enough to shock everyone.

You know, six hundred catties of rice in this era is considered high yield.

Only then did they understand why Emperor Qianwu was so excited that he lost his composure.

As Emperor Qianwu said, with sweet potatoes, there will be no hungry people in Dagan.

For the people suffering from hunger and cold, as long as they can have a full stomach, it is good, who cares whether it is delicious or not?
Ye Qingcang, who followed Emperor Qianwu to fight in the south and north for half his life, and saw too many people from all over the world starve to death, and even changed his son to eat miserably, couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment.

"His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince is really a blessing to me!"

Feng Quji, as a prime minister, has been worrying about the lack of food for the common people in Liming all these years, and at this time, tears are rolling in his eyes.

"Big work on the common people, they will finally have enough to eat!"

Not only the two of them, but also many ministers at the scene, most of them looked a little excited.

It's not that each of them has a noble character and cares about the common people. Another reason is that peace in the world is in their interest.

While talking, the last basket of sweet potatoes was weighed.

Emperor Ganwu looked at Gao Dali: "How many catties in total?"

Gao Dali looked agitated, and shouted out of composure: "One thousand nine hundred and thirty two catties! A whole one thousand nine hundred and thirty two catties!"

"Good! Hahaha! Great!"

Emperor Qianwu looked up to the sky and laughed.

The ministers were also very excited.

"This output is too scary!"

"Such a high yield, no matter how unpalatable it is, is enough to fill the stomachs of the common people!"

"Planting two acres of sweet potatoes can keep a family from going hungry for a year. This is the blessing of the people all over the world!"

"His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince's move has benefited all people, and it will definitely be recorded in the annals of history, comparable to a saint!"

"Your Highness is really a blessing to me!"

"..."

After being shocked, all the ministers praised Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng bowed his hands to the ministers modestly: "My lords, it's absurd, it's absurd!"

He sighed inwardly.

Just a little bit, it can reach two thousand catties.

Emperor Qianwu was instructing everyone to continue digging sweet potatoes in other fields, and count the yields of each acre of land separately.

More than 600 catties!
More than 800 catties!
More than 900 catties!
Most of the fields are about this yield.

However, the yield per mu of three fields reached two thousand catties, which made Emperor Qianwu overjoyed.

The final statistical result is that the total production of sweet potatoes has reached more than 7000 catties!

This number shocked everyone.

From the beginning to the end, Emperor Qianwu never heard the laughter.

"Reward! Everyone in the vegetable planting base will reward you with five taels of silver!" Emperor Ganwu said with a big laugh.

Hearing this, all the farmers were excited.

His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince just rewarded them yesterday, and His Majesty rewarded them again today. The silver is enough to bring about great changes in their lives.

It's just that Emperor Qianwu's reward was much less than Li Changfeng's, which made them somewhat regretful.

Emperor Qianwu came to Li Changfeng and asked, "Is the sweet potato ripe?"

Li Changfeng turned his head to look at his entourage, and the entourage nodded: "It's ready, it's ready to serve."

"Okay, bring it up, let all the lovers taste the taste of sweet potatoes."

When the local melons were presented, Emperor Qianwu couldn't help frowning.

"Why so little?"

Li Changfeng stepped forward and said with a chuckle: "The conditions are limited, let's make do with it, let's make do with it!"

As he spoke, he took a plate and picked the biggest one and handed it to Emperor Qianwu.

"This is yours, Father."

Then he picked out the heads one by one and handed them to Ye Qingcang.

"Old General Ye, yours."

Then he picked out the same size and handed it to Feng Quji.

"Old prime minister, yours."

Finally, Li Changfeng glanced at Gao Dali, picked a small one and stuffed it into his hand.

"Old Gao, make do with it, I'm afraid there won't be enough plates."

Gao Dali was taken aback, he didn't get all the six books, so what could he do?

Just as he was about to resign, Li Changfeng turned around and went about his own business.

"Cut the remaining sweet potatoes into small pieces, and give each minister a piece to taste."

Needless to say, Your Majesty, Feng Quji and Ye Qingcang can convince them with the whole thing, an old eunuch, why?
The officials were somewhat dissatisfied, but they didn't dare to say anything more, they all stared at the sweet potatoes that had been cut into small pieces.

Soon, the sweet potatoes were distributed.

Minister of the Ministry of War, Yue Shanhe, was the first to be assigned. When he put the sweet potato in his mouth and chewed it lightly, his eyes lit up immediately.

Then he chewed quickly and exclaimed: "It's delicious, it's so delicious! It's sweet and soft, even better than pastries!"

Then there was Chen Dingyuan, Shangshu of the Ministry of Household Affairs.

"Oh my god, this is too delicious!? This old man has never eaten such a delicious thing!"

(End of this chapter)