The first autumn breeze blows across the golden wheat waves, ushering in the harvest season.
On the outskirts of Jiuyuan County, in the private fields of the Meng family.
"Brother, are you willing to accept defeat now?"
Meng Tian stood on the edge of the field, laughing loudly, and patted Meng Yi's shoulders with his palm as big as a palm fan.
“This…this…”
Meng Yi looked at the big and plump sweet potatoes on the ridges of the field, his face full of disbelief.
Even without measuring, just a quick glance at the sweet potatoes on the ground will tell you that the yield is definitely beyond imagination.
"Could this really be a divine seed bestowed by the gods to help the people of Great Qin?"
When he heard that a so-called grain yield of 10,000 kilograms per mu had appeared in Xianyang, he thought it was just an exaggeration to appease the people of the world.
"Brother, I'm just looking at the world from a well."
"Haha, brother, as military commanders, we must be bold in doing things and thinking things. Being timid is not the style of our Meng family."
"Brother is right."
"Then don't forget the bet, brother!"
Upon hearing this, Meng Yi's handsome face turned green.
My brother's bad taste has not changed at all since he was a child. Even though there are servants to wash his clothes, he still insists on asking him to wash them.
Sooner or later, I'll burn all those stinking shoes of yours!
Meng Yi thought bitterly.
"Brother, come and try this sweet potato and see how it tastes."
Meng Tian, who was unaware of his brother's rebellious thoughts, greeted him warmly.
He picked up a big sweet potato and pulled out the sharp dagger from his waist to peel off the dirt-covered skin.
Meng Yi stopped fantasizing about revenge in his mind, took a piece of orange-red potato with a smile, opened his mouth and took a bite.
As you chew it, the sweet juice fills your taste buds.
"If it's so delicious when eaten raw, I wonder how much more delicious it would be if it were carefully cooked."
"That's easy. Today, I'm hosting a sweet potato banquet. I invite all the soldiers to celebrate this bountiful harvest together!"
Meng Tian swallowed the sweet potato in a few bites, and a gleam of light flashed in his bright tiger eyes.
The greatest value of this sweet potato is not its delicious taste.
Instead, it is easy to fill up and can be stored for a long time.
Every general knows the importance of food and fodder. With 300,000 troops stationed at the border, the daily food consumption is an astronomical figure.
So, no matter how great the risk, he was determined to give this magical item that could produce 10,000 kilograms per mu a try.
Fortunately, his bet was right...
This year's autumn harvest is destined to be a moment that will go down in history. The whole country is filled with the joy and shock of the harvest.
Every farmer works day and night to dig sweet potatoes.
I’m afraid that this food, which is enough to feed the whole family for several years, will disappear tomorrow.
As the hoe was swung, big round sweet potatoes lay in the black soil. The farmer's face was mixed with tears and sweat, but the smile never stopped.
"Daniu, your harvest is great!"
Big Mouth was extremely envious when he saw the sweet potatoes piled up like a hill in the field.
If I had known this earlier, I would have planted a few more acres of sweet potato fields.
Having so much food stored in the cellar at home every day makes me feel a lot more at ease.
"Yes! Thank you for reminding me. If I hadn't applied the fertilizer properly, I wouldn't have such a good harvest."
Da Niu scratched his head foolishly, his dark face full of sincerity.
"Well, it's just neighbors, it's not a big deal."
"No one in our village will starve to death this year, all thanks to His Majesty and the Queen!"
Big Mouth sighed.
He doesn't care who becomes emperor. He only cares about who makes the people live well. That is a good emperor or a good queen.
"Oh, if only my mother could hold on until now..."
Tears welled up in the honest man's cloudy eyes.
Thinking of my mother who starved to death two years ago while trying to save food for them, I felt sad.
"Alas, Daniu, I'm so sad... Living a good life will satisfy your mother's loving heart."
Big Mouth couldn't help but reveal sadness.
The severe drought two years ago left them with no harvest, and they still had to pay taxes, which made them, who were already in dire straits, completely despair.
In order to save food for their children, many elderly people ran into the mountains at night to commit suicide.
Even so, there are still starving people everywhere...
"Well, Big Mouth, you're right. I will make sure my children never go hungry again."
Da Niu wiped away his tears and continued to work. As the pillar of the family who protected them from wind and rain, he didn't have much time to be sentimental.
Now is a great day.
Not only were taxes reduced, but they also received magical gifts like sweet potatoes, so they no longer had to suffer from hunger in the future.
Now their lives are stable, His Majesty is wise, and the Queen is kind. God has treated them well after all!
As night falls, the Zhangtai Palace is still brightly lit.
Chu Yuening and Ying Zheng sat in front of the imperial desk, while Chen Nong and Lord Luo sat below.
"Mr. Chen, how is the autumn harvest of the public fields today?"
Ying Zheng, dressed in a dark gold robe and a crown with jade beads, exudes majesty.
"Your Majesty, with the fertilization method, the sweet potato yield per mu is over 10,000 catties, and the cotton is growing very well."
Although this was not the first time Chen Nong had seen His Majesty, he was still intimidated by his majesty and did not dare to look directly into his sharp eyes.
"Well, speed up the process and fertilize and leave the land as soon as possible."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Nong Chen knew that the extremely high yield of sweet potatoes depended on the fertility of the soil. If it was not replenished in time, the harvest next year would probably not be very good.
After explaining Chen Nong, Ying Zheng turned his attention to Lord Zhili Neishi Luo.
"Lord Luo, reduce taxes by another 10% this year, and order all regions to purchase more sweet potatoes."
The Qin Dynasty had an army of one million, and the grain produced by public fields was far from enough to supply them. Moreover, sweet potatoes are durable, so they naturally had to be stored in large quantities for emergencies.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Lord Luo's eyes were wrinkled with laughter.
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