Moreover, it's a stone (a unit of dry measure). If it's confirmed to be true, then Prefect He will likely be transferred back to the capital for an important post.
Before they could even be happy, they heard Yue Fuguang complaining about the low yield.
They thought to themselves that the grain production in the mortal realm could not compare with that in the celestial realm.
They were already very satisfied with what Lord He had sent them, and they would be even more content if it could be widely promoted.
However, His Highness the Crown Prince is a remarkable person. He is not yet twenty years old and appears very composed, but he is still young and inevitably shows a playful side when facing someone of Yue Fuguang's status.
He also wanted to ask about the grain issue on behalf of his father and the people of Dayan.
So he leaned over and chatted with Yue Fuguang as if they were having a casual conversation, saying, "Sister Fuguang, did you see that? The rice seeds that Prefect He sent just now have a yield of up to four shi per mu, which can be considered an auspicious sign."
"Really?" Yue Fuguang replied to the Crown Prince verbally, but in her heart she was thinking to the system, "Little Pearl, did I hear that right? A yield of four shi per mu is considered an auspicious omen? What about rice and corn yielding a thousand jin per mu, or potatoes and sweet potatoes yielding seven or eight thousand jin per mu? Miracles?"
The officials of the Dayan Dynasty, including Emperor Mingxi, the Empress Dowager, and the Crown Prince, felt their heads buzzing.
All other sounds were gone, except for the yields of 1,000 catties per mu, 7,000 to 8,000 catties per mu...
【Master, is it possible that these high-yield crops don't exist here yet?】
"No? No wonder I haven't had any after coming here for so long. I thought we were too poor to afford it!"
The moonlight still lingers there, counting the hundreds of ways to eat corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes.
Those who could hear her thoughts were somewhat stunned as she recounted so many crops and ways of eating that they had never heard of before.
Does such a high yield of grain really exist?
It's not that they're ignorant; it's just that they've never heard of or seen anything like it before, and the output is truly astonishing.
Suddenly I really agree with what Yue Fuguang said about miracles.
Then I remembered what the divine artifact had said: 'These high-yield crops aren't available here yet!'
Some people stared wide-eyed, wanting to say something, but all they could make were hoarse sounds.
Some people had bloodshot eyes and wanted to look at the moonlight, but their remaining rationality made them turn around in time and look at His Majesty sitting on the high platform.
Their eyes were practically screaming, "Your Majesty, please think of a way! We don't have any high-yield, high-quality seeds yet in Dayan. We want..."
Emperor Mingxi: 'I also want it, but dare I go and ask for it directly?'
The old minister of Hongnong Temple, Lord Wang, was so excited that he fainted.
The imperial physician quickly stepped forward and began treating him almost without alerting anyone else.
Faced with the sudden commotion and unusual behavior of their colleagues, those who couldn't hear their own thoughts suddenly shuddered.
They've lost count of how many times they've asked themselves today: what's wrong with his colleagues who were perfectly normal yesterday?
Even their wise and mighty emperor seems to have caught the influence of his colleagues today, becoming moody and unpredictable.
Some astute individuals have begun to suspect that something unseen may have happened at the banquet.
They secretly observed, glancing around at those whose expressions were clearly off, hoping to glean some information after the banquet.
Standing in the imperial court, the worst thing is to be out of touch with the world; otherwise, you might break a taboo and be disliked without even knowing where the problem lies.
Then it won't be long before they are demoted or abandoned!
At this moment, His Highness the Crown Prince's hands, hidden under the desk, trembled uncontrollably.
His clothes were almost torn apart from the unconscious, forceful rubbing he did while trying to suppress his emotions.
He suppressed the urge to ask and continued the previous topic, "In the Dayan Dynasty, even the best fields would only yield about three shi of grain per mu in a good year."
Therefore, if this superior seed of four grains were widely cultivated, it could save countless lives, so calling it an auspicious omen is not an exaggeration at all.
The moonlight nodded in agreement.
The system replied, "Master, the yield of grain here is so low! I just checked, and the Dayan Dynasty doesn't currently have corn, potatoes, or sweet potatoes."
Do you want to take these things out?
"Take them out? Why take them out? We must follow the changes of history. At this point in time, the Dayan Dynasty should not have had these things."
Moreover, they haven't accomplished enough to warrant such auspicious omens from Heaven.
More importantly, do you think that having high-yield, high-quality seeds will guarantee that ordinary people will have enough to eat? You've forgotten about land consolidation…”
Yes, it is the common people who are starving. Many of them do not own their own land, so giving up these things will only benefit the landlords and officials!
Besides, the Dayan Dynasty is only ten years away from being destroyed; giving it to them would just be doing someone else a favor!
What? The mighty Dayan Kingdom, ranked among the top three in strength among the six kingdoms, will be destroyed in just ten years?
Impossible! They don't believe it! The Divine Artifact Master must be lying, yes, he must be lying to them!
Some people's eyes were already bloodshot, and their faces were flushed red with anger.
Some people were pale and bit their lips hard to keep themselves from crying out.
They wanted to argue that even if you were a celestial being descended to earth, you couldn't just speak recklessly!
But then I thought of the immortal lord descending to earth—yes, the immortal lord descending to earth!
How could a celestial lord who regards mortals as ants possibly lie on purpose just to deceive them?
They knew their own worth; to the immortal lords, no one bothered to bother deceiving them.
Although they didn't want to admit it, they knew they weren't worth it!
So that means what Little Immortal Lord Moonlight said is true?!
Their Dayan Dynasty will be destroyed in ten years!
After figuring this out, some people started to sob quietly, while others tried to stand up but slumped back down into their seats.
They suddenly felt the stools under their bottoms were icy cold, and their bodies were also icy cold!
Emperor Mingxi was in no better shape at this point. Since he already believed Yue Fuguang's identity to a certain extent, he also believed her words to a certain extent, regarding his Dayan...
What exactly happened in those ten years that led the once-powerful Dayan Kingdom to its demise? Was it his senility in his later years? His early death? Or was the crown prince simply not a wise ruler?
Who did it? Was it an internal rebellion, or the work of those 'good neighbors' outside?
Emperor Mingxi and his crown prince—ruler and subject? Father and son? At this moment, their eyes met across the distance…
What Emperor Mingxi could think of, the crown prince, whom he had personally nurtured and who had the potential to be a wise ruler, also thought of.
But when he heard that the Dayan Dynasty would perish in ten years, his first thought was that something was wrong with him, that he was not rebelling but dying young!
At that moment, his whole world was gray, all the colors had left him, and all that remained in his eyes was endless grayness and the only two colors within that grayness.
One was his father's bright yellow dragon robe, and the other was a light blue dress bathed in moonlight.
The moonlight swept across the room unintentionally, and she never expected that her spoiler would have such a big effect.
If these people knew how terrible the future would be, wouldn't they all be so angry that they would faint?
What a sin!
As she silently condemned her sins, she continued to deliver the final blow, "Ten years from now, all these people here, aside from those who died young and those who defected to the enemy, will suffer increasingly gruesome deaths. Alas!"
Gaa!
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