The words "How do you plan to eat?" exploded in everyone's ears. They were so happy that they forgot that half of it belonged to the Junior Tutor!
The person who was just holding back tears couldn't hold them back and started crying uncontrollably when they heard these words.
Those who knew that Yue Fuguang had left them potato seeds were fine, but those who didn't were feeling like they were being cut off, and it was flesh from their own bodies.
"Tonight we're having beef stew with potatoes, hot and sour shredded potatoes, crispy potato pancakes, spicy cumin potato wedges, hot and sour potato noodles..." As Yue Fuguang announced more than a dozen dishes, many people couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their stomachs suddenly growling with hunger.
Yu Chongshan looked at the dozen or so pounds of potatoes he was carrying with a bit of melancholy. This amount probably wouldn't be enough for his granddaughter to cook tonight!
The most astute of them all was the Crown Prince, who approached Yue Fuguang and said, "Young Master, the potatoes were harvested successfully today. Should we have a tasting session next?"
"A tasting?" What's the point of tasting it? Hasn't she already eaten it all?
Looking into Xie Zhiyan's yearning eyes, well... it seems they really haven't tasted it before.
Looking around, the crowd outside the venue was still there, and in fact, they were getting closer and closer. He chimed in, "Since I was the one who found the potatoes, it's only natural that I get to try them."
Looking at the people of Dayan, dressed in coarse cloth and tanned dark from years of hard work, he saw them in the crowd.
The eyes of the elderly and children, which had been filled with sorrow, were rekindled by the new grain and high-yield potatoes, and their eyes were filled with the vitality of life.
She paused for a moment, then finally addressed the crowd, saying, "Potatoes are high-yielding. The imperial court planted them at the beginning of this year, and will wait until the planting patterns are understood and enough seeds are stored."
Starting next year, this program will be rolled out to the people. Everyone should go back and tend to their fields carefully. If we want a good potato harvest, we'll need fertile soil.
Hearing her so confidently say that she could plant the trees for them next year, several elders led the way in kneeling down and bowing in gratitude towards the moonlight.
"This old man thanks you, Young Master, for the life-saving rations!"
"Thank you, Junior Tutor, for saving my life!"
Thanks……
"Get up, everyone!"
Faced with the vast crowd kneeling in submission, Yue Fuguang appeared calm and even somewhat aloof, if one didn't look at the three-bedroom apartment that was about to be dug out beneath her feet!
"Time to go back!" She walked briskly towards the palace. It's really not easy to become famous; first of all, you have to be thick-skinned.
[Master, didn't the Emperor and the others discuss having court officials plant the seeds first next year, and then distribute them to the common people once enough seeds have been stored?]
The ruler and his ministers of the Great Yan Kingdom: Yes, yes, we did agree on that beforehand!
"I've suddenly changed my mind. Next year, we'll start promoting it gradually from the capital. As for the seeds, we'll send two rain showers to the imperial estate then."
Why not just increase their yield? Besides, I'd like to let the local people plant them first; would they dare disagree?
Yue Fuguang glanced at the people around him.
Everyone in sight lowered their heads silently, not daring to look at her.
My heart was pounding wildly. The way the Junior Tutor looked at them calmly was truly terrifying! It scared me to death!
When the moonlight turned around, Emperor Mingxi and his ministers exchanged a glance. Of course, the Grand Tutor's decision had to be carried out properly!
After a brief exchange of pleasantries between the emperor and his minister, Emperor Mingxi leaned closer and asked, "Fuguang, you just said that you would promote it to the people next year. Does that mean all three types of grain will be promoted together?"
Yue Fuguang shook his head. "Let's divide it by region. Old Master Wang has seen the trial planting areas for the seeds. He knows best which areas are suitable for planting what."
After thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but remind him, "Your Majesty, it would be best to establish a propaganda team to spread knowledge about these improved varieties throughout the country, so as to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to mislead the people."
It would be best to publish a newspaper once or twice a month to increase publicity about improved breeds and the imperial court's policies.
"Newspaper? What's that?" Emperor Mingxi asked curiously, having never heard this new term before.
Yue Fuguang then explained what a newspaper is, how to make one, and what its benefits are. This was arguably the longest speech she had given since arriving in Dayan.
Emperor Mingxi and his court officials listened with astonishment, their eyes gleaming with a piercing light. Newspapers, the mouthpiece of public opinion!
Imperial power does not extend to the countryside. If this newspaper is available and reading stations are set up in various places, even illiterate people can keep abreast of the court's decrees.
In particular, the agricultural knowledge provided by Yue Fuguang can be published in newspapers so that people can learn from it. As long as they learn something useful from the newspapers, they will benefit from it.
They will take the initiative to find out from the newspapers themselves, without worrying about being hindered by certain people with ulterior motives.
After finishing one important matter, Emperor Mingxi automatically changed the subject and brought up another: what to eat later?
"Fu Guang, why don't you cook your potatoes in the imperial kitchen? We, the emperor and his ministers, can taste them together, which will also make it easier for future planting."
Does tasting have anything to do with ease of planting?
However, being a good person, she didn't expose the emperor's words. "Your Majesty, the dishes I want to make are not something the imperial chefs can cook."
"These are minor matters. I will send someone to the Yu residence to invite your cook."
They said they would send someone right away, but in reality, the people who went to the Yu residence to invite them were already almost at the gate of the Yu residence.
It was Shen Kang who went to the Yu residence to invite people. Emperor Mingxi promised his nephew that he would give him a new position later.
Since his uncle, the emperor, said he would reserve a seat for him, Shen Kang was overjoyed and rode his prized horse, which could travel a thousand miles a day, recklessly towards the Yu residence.
Finally, he no longer had to stand while others sat, or watch others eat while he watched. Shen Kang had no choice but to seize this opportunity!
Seeing that Emperor Mingxi was determined to "stay for a meal," Yue Fuguang decided to treat it as a working lunch and followed the group toward the Zhenxiu Hall.
Looking at the huge crowd, Yue Fuguang dismissed the issue of not having enough potatoes. Anyway, it wasn't her treat, so it wasn't her place to worry about it.
However, she felt like she had forgotten something!
Xie Zhiyan, who was following behind her, had a slight glint in his eyes. He wanted to remind Yue Fuguang of the word "treasure trove," but when he saw his father, the Emperor, walking side by side with the Junior Tutor, he shrank back.
Thinking about the Emperor's plans for the Junior Tutor's future, it seems better than going to the treasury, even though she is a 'god' incarnate.
But since we are living in the mortal world, we must maintain a certain status and position. We must never let the incident of being offended by a fool like my fourth brother happen again!
Before long, the emperor and his ministers of Dayan smelled and saw the rich aroma of potatoes being made into various dishes.
Why smell and see instead of taste?
Because there were too many monks and not enough porridge, some adults witnessed the deliciousness of potatoes as dishes, but had no chance to taste them.
Of course, this does not include Yue Fuguang, whose mouth was dripping with oil, and His Majesty the Emperor.
Just as Yue Fuguang was feasting with the emperor, news spread like wildfire that Dayan had a rare grain with a yield of 5,000 catties per mu. Within a few days, the news reached villages and towns hundreds of miles away.
In a town called Shangxi, dozens of miles away from the capital, there was an ordinary general store called Chen's General Store.
At noon, a group of people, instead of going to work or eating, gathered in front of Chen's Grocery Store.
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