The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was born, and my immortal identity was exposed

Chapter 136 Immortal Grain, Yield Seven Thousand Seven Per Mu! (Please recommend tickets, thank you!!!)

As soon as Ying Zheng finished saying this, the pot exploded.

"Eight thousand catties? Yield per mu? Is your majesty joking?"

"But Your Majesty said it's fairy food, so it's still somewhat possible, right?"

"I've been farming all my life, but I've never seen such a high-yielding crop!"

"Even the best land, the yield of wheat and millet planted is only a few hundred catties per mu. How can people be convinced that this is eight thousand catties?"

"Don't worry, listen to His Majesty to continue."

The mentality of these people is very complicated now.

Rationally speaking, they felt that Ying Zheng was bragging and deceiving them.

What is the concept of eight thousand catties per mu?These ordinary people can't even dream of such a beautiful dream!
And emotionally, they desperately want it to be true.

There is no other reason, they are all hungry and afraid.

Qin Wangzheng has been in power for three years, and he is very hungry!
In the fourth year of Qin Wangzheng, locusts came from the east, covered the sky, and caused a great epidemic!

In the 12th year of Qin Wangzheng, there was a severe drought in the world!It rains from June to August!
In the 21st year of Qin Wangzheng, a blizzard fell from the sky, and the people were starved!

……

During the period from Yingzheng's accession to the throne to the unification of the world, there were three major famines, one locust plague, one flood, two earthquakes and two snowstorms.

This day is really impossible!
Why did Daqin raise troops to attack the six countries?These natural disasters have to be said to be one of the driving forces.

If you don't plunder the resources of the six countries, the people of Daqin will die!

Now, the world has been settled, and the life of the people is somewhat easier.

But even so, those painful experiences in the past are still vivid in my mind.

So when Ying Zheng said that the yield of immortal grain was [-] catties per mu, these people were like seeing a flame in the severe winter, or like a drowning person grabbing a straw.

The hope is slim, but they are all carefully cared for.

Ying Zheng struck while the iron was hot and continued:
"Not only potatoes, the immortal master also bestowed a variety of immortal food, sweet potatoes, corn, and so on."

There were gasps again from the crowd.

"I want you to watch, the good days of Daqin are coming soon!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand: "Come here, dig it for me!"

A line of soldiers quickly lined up, and lucky spectators selected from those who watched the ceremony also participated.

These people held tools and rushed to the field like hungry wolves rushing for food.

"Dig it out!"

Soon, the first man who dug out the potatoes called out, with surprise that could not be concealed in his voice.

He held a handful of potato leaves in one hand, with oval fruits strung on the rhizomes.

The man held up the potato in his hand and showed it to the people watching the ceremony to have a closer look.

"Is this fairy food? It's so big! It must be more than a catty?"

"Look at that string again, there are seven or eight!"

Someone dug up the potatoes one after another, screaming with excitement.

They put all the potatoes they dug up on the ground aside, and soon a hill was piled up.

This is not over yet, the potatoes in this field are far from being dug!
Gradually, everyone has believed Ying Zheng's words, the yield of these potatoes is probably [-] catties per mu!

Fairy food, absolute fairy food!

An old farmer, digging and digging, abandoned the tools at hand.

He was afraid that he would hurt the potato if he didn't do it lightly or hard.

The old farmer dug in the soil bit by bit with his own hands.

Occasionally, gravel cut his hand, and he didn't even frown.

Ten fingers, rubbed in the soil, were covered with blood.

But the movement of the old farmer's hand still didn't stop, it was steady, slow and firm.

He finally dug out a bunch of potatoes, and holding the crop about the size of a boy's fist in front of him, he slowly brushed off the soil on the surface.

After the dark soil was swept away, the yellow skin of the potatoes was exposed.

The old farmer's mouth trembled, and he gently held the bunch of potatoes in his arms, and suddenly burst into tears.

With tears in his eyes, the face of the child who died during the famine was faintly visible.

"If there were such immortal food back then, my son wouldn't starve to death!"

The old farmer finally couldn't restrain his inner emotions and cried bitterly.

Such scenes are not uncommon.

Not far away, a soldier was kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

A man does not cry lightly, the soldiers of Daqin are all iron-blooded men, even on the battlefield, he has never cried.

But now, he was crying so much.

Because he had just used too much force, the hoe in his hand split a potato in half.

This is all fairy food and cannot be spoiled!
The soldier looked at the potato that was broken in half in his hand, and his heart ached terribly.

He remembered that when he joined the army, the veteran who brought him said that he was born at a good time.

More than ten years earlier, before the six countries were unified.

There are locust plagues and droughts again. There are starvation and death on the way, and the sons of Yi will eat each other.

I can't live anymore, what should I do?
beat!
In order not to starve to death, the old Qin people had no choice but to put their heads on their belts and go to fight other countries to grab food!
But the soldier also knew that the veteran was just joking.

Even now, is there no one starving to death in Daqin?

Same!

But with this fairy food, there will be no more!
As the potatoes piled up in front of him, no one doubted Ying Zheng's words.

"Fairy food! We don't have to worry about going hungry anymore!"

"Long live Your Majesty, long live the Immortal!"

"As Your Majesty said, our good days are coming!"

"God bless Your Majesty, God bless Daqin!"

"It's the immortal master who is protecting you!"

"Yes, yes, thank you Master Immortal!"

Among the crowd watching the ceremony, people kept kneeling and worshiping, tears streaming down their cheeks.

These are ordinary people who have lived a lifetime of hard work, working from sunrise to sunset every day, cultivating their own one-third of an acre of land, and asking for nothing more than food and clothing.

In case of some natural disasters and man-made disasters, I simply don't know how to survive.

But now, the hill-like potatoes in front of them seemed to show that they had ushered in the dawn of dawn.

With the fairy food, will the others be far behind?

Ying Zheng was filled with emotion when he saw the various states of beings.

"To be able to meet the Immortal Master in this life is indeed my fortune, and it is the fortune of Daqin!"

After two hours, all the potatoes in the field were dug out.

It was almost dusk at this time, but there was a light shining in everyone's eyes, more dazzling than the sun in the sky, that was called hope.

"Your Majesty, it has been weighed!" Meng Yi stood beside the potato pile and shouted at Ying Zheng.

"There are five acres of land here, and 910 catties of potatoes were dug out!"

"The yield per mu is more than [-] catties!"

Everyone was silent for a while, and then erupted into a roar of celebration like a tsunami!
Many people had red eyes, let the tears flow freely, and still shouted loudly.

Among the hundred officials, many people lowered their heads and wiped their eye sockets.

The prosperous age of Great Qin is coming soon!

……

In the autumn of the 29th year of the First Emperor, the fairy grain outside Xianyang City matured.

At that time, His Majesty the First Emperor invited Xianyang Qianshou to watch the ceremony.

According to calculations by Shangqing Mengyi, the yield of fairy grain potatoes is more than [-] catties per mu!

All the people rejoice, and all the officials are excited!
Since then, the famine in the Great Qin Dynasty will end, and the prosperous age will begin!

(End of this chapter)