After waiting for an hour, all the officials finally came down the stairs one by one, holding on to the stairs. It seemed that these old men were very tired and had lost a lot of energy.
I don’t know how much toilet water I drank last night to look like this.
As soon as everyone went downstairs, they saw Fang Zheng loudly scolding the innkeeper.
"You lazy bastards! What did I teach you normally? Ah! You haven't even changed a rag for half an hour. How can customers feel at ease with such work?"
"I previously told you to flush the toilet seven times and then seven times, and then let the waiter drink a sip. Do you think this hygiene standard has been met?"
The shopkeeper was sweating profusely: "Master, we have done everything you asked us to do!"
"It's just that this kid is new here today and doesn't know the rules, so I immediately asked him to change the rag..."
"If you do it again, I'll skin you alive!"
After the performance, the officials looked relieved.
It turns out that humans can drink it... Everyone drank it, so it wasn't too embarrassing.
Although the damn Fang Zhengyi is a good-for-nothing, he actually manages the hygiene quite well. It can be seen from the hygiene level of the streets in Taoyuan County that it doesn't seem to be fake.
Seeing that the situation had eased, Fang Zhengyi quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
We can't offend too many people, otherwise we will be in trouble. Fortunately, we can just get away with it. When the sweet potatoes come out, everyone's attention will be diverted.
It’s just that this bastard Li Yuanzhao has been gloating over other people’s misfortune. It seems that Your Majesty didn’t beat him enough!
Seeing that everyone was gathered, Fang Zhengyi walked up to Emperor Jing and said, "Your Majesty, everyone is gathered. It's a little far to the field. I have arranged a carriage. Please get in."
Afterwards, the group rode in a horse-drawn carriage and headed for the fields under the leadership of Ao Chen.
Once they arrived at the field, everyone felt a little disappointed. The ground looked bare with only some leaves, and there seemed to be nothing there.
Could it be that Fang Zhengyi really lied?
Emperor Jing also frowned, feeling a little disappointed. There were only some leaves on the ground, but no fruits.
"What about the fruit of this Shengshi potato? Does it grow underground?"
"That's right, Your Majesty is truly a man of insight. I admire you!"
"No need to say more, let me see what this Shengshishu looks like!"
Emperor Jing nodded, staring at the land in front of him, his passion rekindled in his heart: "Come on, harvest it for me, I want to see with my own eyes how much this thing can produce!"
Following Emperor Jing's order, Fang Zheng first ordered people to measure one acre of land and then circle the area.
After that, he directed the farmers in the fields to start harvesting.
When it comes to harvesting, the farmers in Taoyuan County already have experience, and the sweet potatoes can be directly dug out after being buried in the ground, which is much easier than ordinary grains.
The container for sweet potatoes and the tools for measuring weight have been prepared and placed aside.
Dozens of people began to enter the fields and began to dig gently in the ground. Then fist-sized sweet potatoes were dug out from the ground and thrown into containers.
As the land was constantly turned over, looking around, the fruits buried in the loose soil seemed to be stacked up layer by layer, and their sizes were not much different, all about the size of a fist.
Fang Zheng shook his head as soon as he saw it.
Failure! What a failure! The variety of this thing is too poor, and it is half the size of the sweet potato I imagined.
In his previous life, he could eat one roasted sweet potato sold in gasoline barrels and end up rolling his eyes. These were just dug out of the ground, so he estimated that he could eat three at most, but Brother Biao could easily finish ten.
It can be seen that the variety is not very good, we have to find a way to cultivate excellent varieties!
At this time, Emperor Jing's eyes showed nervousness, and there was slight sweat on his forehead.
The officials were also pointing and talking about the fields. Everyone was very new to sweet potatoes.
Emperor Jing seemed to be impatient and ordered Guo Tianyang to fetch containers and scales to weigh the fish in front of him.
Afterwards, Guo Tianyang directed several young eunuchs to bring a large scale and the containers that had been prepared on the ground, and began to put the items on the scale to weigh them one by one.
Fang Zhengyi couldn't help but start to feel nervous...
In the past life, a sweet potato yield of 5,000 to 6,000 kilograms per mu was considered low, and the highest could reach over 10,000 kilograms.
Although there is not much good land in Taoyuan County, we have tried our best to select the best plots of land and apply fertilizer to grow sweet potatoes.
At the critical moment, this primitive breed must not fail. It will be considered a success if it can reach 1,000 kilograms!
"Your Majesty, fifty-seven pounds..."
"Seventy-three pounds."
"Ninety-four pounds."
Every time he weighed something, Guo Tianyang would shout out the number.
Now all the officials and His Majesty are extremely anxious, and this is an excellent opportunity to show off.
Damn Fang Zhengyi, since he appeared beside His Majesty, he seemed to have become invisible. His Majesty asked him everything!
This opportunity must not be wasted.
Emperor Jing stood on the edge of the field, listening to the constant counting sounds beside him, his eyes fixed on the sweet potatoes and farmers in the field.
This matter concerns the people of the world and the future of Dajing. He will not tolerate any falsehood in the matter of Shengshishu! So he must keep a close eye on it!
Over the years, local officials have falsely reported their political achievements to the court countless times, especially when it comes to the people's food and drink.
News about crops yielding thousands or hundreds of kilograms per mu had appeared in the court before, but it always disappointed people.
In the end, only auspicious signs and good omens remain... they are all fleeting, like a mirage...
Today, Emperor Jing went down to the fields for the first time to see the so-called "auspicious sign". How many potatoes could be produced from this acre of land?
"One hundred and seventy-nine pounds!"
Emperor Jing couldn't help but get excited. The area dug on the ground was only a small part, but there was such a big harvest... If there were more, just a little more, it would exceed the output of ordinary wheat...
"Three hundred kilograms!!!"
Guo Tianyang screamed excitedly, a little sharper than usual. This output has already exceeded the output of wheat and rice.
Over three hundred?
Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked to the scale and pushed Guo Tianyang away.
Then he called out the numbers.
"Three hundred and seventy-seven pounds!"
"Four hundred and seventy-nine pounds!"
“........”
The guard who kept lifting the sweet potatoes was now panting, and sweat began to drip down his forehead.
Emperor Jing clenched his fists, he was extremely excited...it had exceeded 400 pounds...it was already 479 pounds!
Not to mention the yield of 800 per mu, even the current achievement is already a huge achievement.
If one acre of land can be used as two acres of land, how many people can survive?
Emperor Jing walked to the scale, picked up a sweet potato and looked at it carefully.
It is this ugly thing that can actually save countless lives?
"Five hundred and ninety-four pounds!!"
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