That night, Zhao Jun went back and thought for a long time. No one knew what decision she made.

Time passed quietly, and with the anticipation of many people, the harvest of corn and sweet potatoes was finally put on the agenda.

But before that, it’s worth mentioning…

She, Zhao Jun, finally got rid of her debts and entered a well-off life!

Yes, that's right. Just a few days ago, when she was chatting with Mirror, she found out that her contribution value had long been out of negative.

Now she is a rich farmer with 250 points!

Although this number of points is not very auspicious, don't worry about these details.

Do you know how much effort she put in to go from -19 to 250 now?

He had to get up early and go to bed late every day to travel back and forth between the palace and the western suburbs, and from time to time he had to feel the urge of death from his boss.

No kidding, she almost cried with joy the moment she found out the number of points.

In short, everything is moving in a good direction, and Zhao Jun feels extremely fulfilled and satisfied with his current life.

"Ms. Zhao, is the king really coming today?" Wang Deng beside her asked tremblingly.

A minor official like him only saw the king once a year, and only from afar. Now, he was about to see the king face to face. This...

"Oh, Wang Taicang, don't be afraid. What is there for the king to be afraid of? Look, Xuan Yang is very calm."

Zhao Jun patted his shoulder soothingly and spoke earnestly.

"Ms. Zhao, I'm not scared at all. I'm excited to see the king up close. When I get home tonight, I'm going to burn incense and kowtow to our ancestors."

Wang Deng stroked his white beard, stamped his feet excitedly, and said, "Speaking of Chief Xuan, you see they are also very excited."

Zhao Jun was speechless, and looked carefully at the soldiers again. Xuan Yang seemed to be stomping his feet, and the soldiers were warming up by punching each other.

"You are all so excited, aren't you afraid of the king at all?"

Zhao Jun thought that many people should be afraid of Ying Zheng because of his always cold face, terrifying aura, and the tyranny described in history.

Shouldn't he be cautious when he sees it?

In her impression, most people in the palace, including Li Si and Fusu, were like this.

"How could I be afraid? Your Majesty is such a wise man. He has led Qin to defeat many other states. He has enforced strict laws and punished many bad people. He has also shown compassion for the people by reducing taxes. Now everyone's life is much better than before. No Qin citizen would be afraid of your Majesty."

Wang Deng spoke excitedly, saliva spurting out of his mouth and his eyes seemed to be shining.

Zhao Jun silently took two steps back.

I didn’t expect that Ying Zheng was like this in the eyes of ordinary people. It seems that not all historical stories are credible. At least the Qin people loved and supported this king very much.

"The King has arrived—"

Sun Cheng's loud shout was heard, and not far away, seven or eight maids were leading a sedan chair in front. The person in the sedan chair could be vaguely seen standing upright in a black robe, followed by a team of imperial guards.

Everyone knelt down, including Zhao Jun, but the ground was a bit rough on his legs.

"Get up."

Ying Zheng got off the carriage, glanced at King Zhao who was kneeling in front of him, and then glanced at Sun Cheng.

Sun Cheng understood.

He hurried forward and helped Zhao Jun up.

"Ms. Zhao, there is no need for such great courtesy."

It must be said that there is a reason why Sun Cheng was able to become a first-rank eunuch beside Ying Zheng.

"You are here, my king. Look, this is what we have gained in the past few months."

Zhao Jun excitedly pointed to a large green area not far away, including tall corns full of fruits and green sweet potatoes growing in the soil.

If it weren't for the wrong times, she really wanted to shout out loud at this moment.

Look, this is the kingdom I built for you!

Of course, she could only think about it in her heart. If she dared to say it out loud, she would be killed by Ying Zheng in minutes.

“Is this corn?”

Ying Zheng walked to the edge of the field and looked carefully at the corn hanging on the branches.

"Yes, I will start picking them soon. However, I estimate that the yield will not be less and should reach the estimated 800 kilograms. I will pick one for you to see first."

Zhao Jun walked down the ridge of the field, broke off an ear of corn, and pulled aside the green outer layer to reveal the bright yellow fruit inside.

Everyone nearby stretched their heads to look at it. Even Wang Deng, who had been dealing with farmland all his life, had never seen such fruit.

"Look, my king, this is the fruit of corn. We need to pick the ears first, and then peel off the kernels. This way, we can store it in a dry environment for a year without any problem."

"This type of corn, like rice and wheat, can be used as a staple food to fill your stomach, and can also be processed into things like corn flour."

The King of Zhao handed the peeled corn to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng took it in his hand, looked at it and said, "Okay, collect this batch of corn as soon as possible and calculate the yield. With it, the people of my Great Qin will never have to worry about not having enough to eat."

This was also the first time that Ying Zheng saw the corn mentioned by Zhao Jun. He knew at once that this was something that could change the grain production of Qin State.

"Your Majesty, please look at this again."

Zhao Jun did not forget the sweet potatoes buried underground, so she asked someone to dig out the sweet potatoes under the nearest vine.

The sweet potatoes were pulled out with fresh soil still on them, each one as big as a man's fist.

"Sweet potatoes can be stored in dry conditions for more than half a year without any problems, and can also be made into sweet potato flour and the like."

Zhao Jun touched the sweet potato covered with dirt and said to Ying Zheng.

"The yield of sweet potatoes per mu can exceed that of corn, reaching up to 2,000 kilograms. However, the downside is that you can't eat too much at once, otherwise you'll have indigestion and will be prone to flatulence."

"Two thousand pounds!"

Ying Zheng didn't hear anything about indigestion causing farting. He only knew that this thing could produce 2,000 kilograms per mu.

Two thousand kilograms! What a concept! It can even support a small county town.

Wang Deng next to him was also shocked. He had been focusing on the visible corn, but he didn't expect that the yield of this thing buried in the ground was even more shocking.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ying Zheng was in a good mood as he looked at the green fields, with a rare smile on his face.

"Collect the supplies as quickly as possible in the next few days and give a specific quantity. Such excellent seeds must be quickly distributed to all counties and prefectures, and then everyone will be rewarded according to their merits!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand and made a bold statement. The King of Zhao already knew his reward in advance, but the soldiers present worked even harder after hearing this.

Soon everyone in the fields was busy.

Zhao Jun ordered that corn should be picked first, and everyone took a backpack and picked the corn ears one by one.

The King of Zhao accompanied Ying Zheng for another walk in the fields.

Ying Zheng himself had not visited such a place for a long time. His territory had always been on the battlefield and in the court.

Suddenly, Ying Zheng discovered a big pit not far away, which was covered by something.

"What's that?" He walked towards it.

The King of Zhao didn't react for a moment, and by the time Ying Zheng walked over, it was too late to stop him.

"What the hell is that? It stinks!"

Oh my, it’s that makeshift compost pit…