On the first day of May, the weather is clear and the golden leaves symbolize the arrival of a good harvest.
It was just a bit chilly in the autumn morning, so Chu Yuening couldn't help but pull her clothes together and quickly walked into the carriage.
It seems that I need to buy a few sets of autumn clothes and autumn trousers from the system mall.
She is very afraid of cold. In modern times, there is no need to worry because of air conditioning and heating, but in ancient times, she could only wear more clothes.
I don’t know how the people of the Qin Dynasty survived the cold winter every year.
Now that cotton has not been introduced yet, she can use her merits to buy seeds.
But this year's cotton planting time has passed and can only be planted next spring, so we still have to think about whether there are other ways to keep warm.
In the Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng sat on the dragon throne.
After all the ministers reported on government affairs one by one, a piece of important news was announced.
"My dear ministers, today is the sweet potato harvest. Come with me to witness it."
"Is it the crop that yields 1,000 kilograms per mu?"
"It seems to be presented by Lord Chu."
"I don't know if it's true or not."
"We'll find out soon."
“…”
Ying Zheng ignored the officials who were still discussing and ordered Zhao Gao to prepare the carriage.
"Chu Qing, do you want to come with me?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I'd rather ride in my own carriage."
Chu Yuening thought of the embarrassing scene last time and politely declined the emperor's invitation to ride with him.
The officials around were stunned upon seeing this, and some even rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
She actually refused His Majesty's invitation?
That is the supreme ruler who rules the world!
Who gave her the courage?
Ying Zheng was not as angry as his ministers had expected, but there was an imperceptible sense of loss in his eyes.
He noticed the woman's awkwardness and ultimately did not force her.
A group of people marched towards the outskirts of the city.
When they arrived at the public fields, everyone saw lush green vines as soon as they got off the car.
Many farmers were wielding hoes to dig the soil, and the roots of the vines were turned out, with large, plump red fruits lying on top.
“Is this a sweet potato?”
Li Si picked up a round fruit and looked at it carefully. He weighed it in his hand and found it weighed about two kilograms.
“So many fruits can grow on one vine!”
Lord Luo squatted down, pulled a vine, and looked at the more than ten sweet potatoes on it in surprise.
Other officials also ran into the fields to check, regardless of their image.
For a moment, some people were extremely shocked, some were in tears, and some were crying and laughing, looking like crazy.
"I'm afraid it's far more than a thousand catties per mu, right?"
An official who was good at arithmetic made a rough estimate.
At this time, the agricultural official in charge of this place stepped forward, bowed, and reported to the emperor.
"Your Majesty, I have just measured it, and the yield per mu is approximately ten thousand catties!"
The agricultural official was so excited that his face turned red and his voice became louder and louder.
"What?! Ten thousand pounds?"
"Did I hear correctly? The yield per mu is 10,000 catties?"
"From now on, the people of the world will no longer suffer from starvation."
Lord Luo used to be a local agricultural official and had experienced famine. The tragic scene, which was like hell on earth, still remains unforgettable to him.
"Haha, God bless my Great Qin, God bless my Great Qin!"
An imperial censor knelt down holding a sweet potato and shouted, crying with joy.
"This is a blessing for our Great Qin, and for all the people of the world. Our Great Qin will surely last forever!"
Ying Zheng looked at the baskets of sweet potatoes with great harvest, and his heart was filled with pride.
"Today I invite you all to a banquet to celebrate the harvest, the Lord Chu, and the Eternal Great Qin!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"
All the officials saluted and shouted.
After everyone calmed down, Chu Yuening stood up and reminded them.
"Your Majesty, these saplings can be preserved in sand and planted directly next year."
“Other older vine leaves can be eaten by livestock.”
Ying Zheng nodded slightly, signaling the agricultural official to record the details, then reached out and gently patted the woman's shoulder, and his cold and majestic face softened a little.
"Thank you for your trouble, Lord Chu. I said at the beginning that if the yield per mu reaches 10,000 catties, you will be credited with the first achievement."
"Your Majesty has already given me more than enough."
Chu Yuening did not ask for more rewards, as she had nothing she needed at the moment.
Promotion?
Should Li Si be squeezed out to be the prime minister?
But she had no desire for power, nor did she want to be busy dealing with government affairs all day long.
Get rich?
The snow paper she sold had accumulated enough wealth for her.
"Then Chu Qing, please enjoy the banquet tonight."
Ying Zheng said no more, but kept her contribution in his heart.
If Chu Qing asks for anything in the future, he will not be stingy.
After leaving the public fields on the outskirts of the city, Chu Yuening did not return home, but went back to the palace to discuss next year's sweet potato planting with Lord Luo and the emperor.
By the time the three of them finished chatting, it was almost time for dinner.
Arriving at the palace where the banquet was being held, I saw tables filled with delicacies from land and sea, roasted beef, abalone, and mutton pots...
Um, and roasted sweet potatoes.
Chu Yuening stared at the pitch-black roasted sweet potatoes in front of her, and always felt that this dish stood out too much among the delicacies from land and sea.
But the officials all tasted the roasted sweet potatoes one by one. Such a magical thing, of course they had to try what it tasted like.
Chu Yuening watched everyone eating with gusto and couldn't help but feel hungry.
She wanted to try the mutton hotpot first, but the strong fishy smell made her feel nauseous.
Helplessly, she could only order the palace maid to remove the dish and turn her chopsticks to other delicacies.
"This sweet potato is really delicious, with a soft and sticky texture, perfect for an old man like me."
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