Soon, the family enjoyed a delicious dish of steamed fish head with chopped chili peppers.

For the past two days, the village has been filled with the aroma of fish and meat.

These villagers have been eating quite well these past few days thanks to the high price paid by the county magistrate's wife for the fruit.

On this day, the magistrate's wife came to visit, but the magistrate himself came along.

With the arrival of the county magistrate, the old village chief and the village elders also came to Old Su's house.

Su Muyao planned to harvest all the potatoes and sweet potatoes in the field today since the county magistrate was there.

The magistrate had already eaten breakfast before arriving, but Su Muyao said it was a new dish made from sweet potatoes and potatoes grown in the field.

Of course, we had to try it too. Soon, we boiled sweet potatoes and shredded potatoes, and the potato stuffed with chili peppers was ready in no time.

The magistrate was initially hesitant to take a bite of the sweet potato soup, but seeing how much the Su family enjoyed it, he finally tried a piece as well.

Once you start eating it, you can't stop. "It tastes so good, even better than corn."

Su Muyao nodded in agreement. If they wanted sweet potatoes and potatoes to be widely cultivated, then only the person in front of them could drive the process.

"Uncle Magistrate, please try these shredded potatoes. These potatoes can be eaten as a staple food or as a side dish."

After trying them all, the magistrate had a plan in mind.

This would usher in a new era of agriculture for the entire dynasty. Thinking of this, I couldn't wait to go back and write a memorial to submit, but then I remembered that I didn't know how much the yield per mu would actually be, so I calmed down.

"I wonder what the yield of sweet potatoes and potatoes is per acre?"

Old Su quickly replied, "Magistrate, why don't you come with us later? My family is harvesting sweet potatoes today."

"Okay, let's go together later."

Not only was the county magistrate excited, but the village chief was also very excited.

If all the villagers planted this, wouldn't they no longer be afraid of natural disasters? After all, during the previous drought, every household's grain production could only be reduced.

At that time, it seemed that the harvest was about to fail completely, but the Su family's field did not need to be irrigated and the crops still grew vigorously.

After breakfast, everyone gathered in Old Su's field. Not only the village chief and the county magistrate, but the entire village was present.

The villagers all worked together to help the Su family turn over the crops on the land.

They were also eager to know how much this acre of land could produce. Before, they had only found it novel since it was something they had never seen before, but now, after hearing from the village chief that it was not only edible but also tasted excellent, they were intrigued.

Under the supervision of the county magistrate, the villagers spent most of the day digging up all the sweet potatoes in this acre.

Everyone was completely shocked. There were so many sweet potatoes in this one acre of land. The county magistrate was also stunned.

"Hurry up and weigh them!" someone shouted, and soon the villagers began to weigh out baskets of sweet potatoes.

The final figure was 6,000 jin, which everyone found unbelievable.

The old village chief thought someone had miscalculated and calculated it twice more, but it was still 6,000 jin, and he was at a loss for words.

The magistrate felt like he couldn't stand up straight. He pinched his thigh hard and realized he wasn't dreaming. How could this be?

Normal wheat can only yield 200 to 300 jin (100 to 150 catties), but this sweet potato can yield 6,000 jin (3,000 catties) per mu (0.067 hectares) under drought conditions.

The income from this one acre is equivalent to that from many acres of wheat.

This was a big deal. The county magistrate couldn't come up with a solution, so he discussed with the Su family that they should leave the sweet potatoes untouched for the time being and make a decision after he reported it to the higher authorities.

Soon, the magistrate asked the Su family about the specifics and how the food was made, and then hurriedly returned home. It was a case of coming and going in a hurry.

He completely forgot about his wife.

Li Yuanyuan was completely dumbfounded; her father had actually forgotten about her and her mother.

The magistrate's wife thought the scenery here was quite beautiful, and with the old lady in charge at home, it wouldn't matter if she stayed here for a day or two.

Upon returning, the magistrate immediately wrote a memorial to the throne and traveled directly to the capital that very night.

He knew that if the higher-ups saw this memorial, they would definitely summon him. Since that was the case, he would just go directly to the memorial to avoid wasting time going back and forth.

Inside the magnificent imperial study of the palace, the emperor was reviewing one memorial after another. Every day was the same monotonous routine, mostly consisting of trivial impeachments.

It wasn't until he saw the memorial presented by Beichuan City that he read it once, and then carefully read every single word again from beginning to end.

Especially the number six thousand, I don’t know if this person wrote it wrong, but even if it’s 600 jin, it’s still quite an extraordinary amount.

After all, a normal acre of land can only yield 300 catties of crops, and that's only when the harvest is good.

If this were to double, that would be an extraordinary thing.

"Little Dezi"

The young eunuch serving tea quickly replied, "Yes, sir."

"The person who delivered the memorial may be in the capital."

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this person is in the capital." Xiao Dezi was a eunuch who had served the Emperor for decades.

This person handles everything very thoroughly, which is the main reason why the emperor prefers him to serve him.

"Pass down the word: come directly to the morning court tomorrow."

"I'll go and do it right away," Xiao Dezi said, and hurriedly left the Imperial Study.

The emperor tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. The entire dynasty was now filled with refugees, and he had been plagued by misfortune for the past 40 years since he ascended the throne.

There were many famines in the past, and in recent years, the famines alone have killed a lot of people.

Until a few years ago, there was a folk legend that the current emperor was not benevolent, which was why natural disasters kept happening.

Later, after investigating, I found out that it was Empress Dowager Song who was behind all this trouble.

He wanted to oust himself from his position and install his son, the Carefree Prince, on the throne.

He was eventually secretly executed by himself, and only then did the rumors stop.

Before dawn, the emperor, with dark circles under his eyes, was dressed in his yellow robe with the help of his maids.

Before dawn, the crowd in the Golden Palace had already begun to gather outside the palace.

When the Emperor arrived, he immediately took out the memorial and had Xiao Dezi read it aloud, which shocked everyone.

The Minister of Rites stepped forward and directly questioned, "Your Majesty, we doubt the authenticity of this memorial. The main problem is that the person who submitted it is making baseless accusations. Who doesn't know that even the best land can only yield about 300 catties at most?"

The memorial directly stated that the new crop yielded 6,000 jin per mu, which is absolutely impossible.

Gradually, some people seconded the idea.

They felt this was complete fabrication. If the yield was 600 jin per mu, that would already be an extraordinary achievement, yet they dared to claim 6,000 jin.

Soon the county magistrate from the small town below Xichuan City arrived at the Golden Palace.

This was the county magistrate's first time visiting the Golden Palace, and he felt an indescribable nervousness.

"This humble official, Li Rong, the magistrate of Taohua Town in Xichuan City, pays respects to Your Majesty. Long live the Emperor!"

"Rise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The emperor, seated on the dragon throne, surveyed the county magistrate below.