Five hundred and ninety-four kilograms. This number has already made most people present feel dizzy.
This is truly the case where one acre is better than two acres!
However, the results have not yet been revealed, and baskets of sweet potatoes are still being weighed.
"Six hundred and twenty-two pounds!"
"Seven hundred and eighty kilograms!"
"Nine hundred and ninety-one pounds!"
At this time, Emperor Jing's whole body began to tremble.
It's not 800 kilograms... It's not 800 kilograms! Fang Zhengyi actually underestimated it!
Looking at this momentum, breaking through 1,000 kilograms is a foregone conclusion!
Emperor Jing took a sweet potato in one hand and rubbed it hard, as if he was holding his newborn son.
There was a captivating gleam in his eyes.
Yield of 1,000 catties per mu! Yield of 1,000 catties per mu! If I had this, all the kings of Jingguo... no, all the kings of the world would pale in comparison to me!
This is an unprecedented achievement!
From today on, I am the greatest emperor of all time! The greatest saint of all time....
Emperor Jing looked towards the ridges with trembling hands. The farmers in the fields were still digging the ground with sweat pouring down their faces. Bunches of sweet potatoes were being dug out from the ground one after another, as if they were endless.
"One thousand one hundred and twenty-three pounds!!!"
Zhang Dongxiang suddenly knelt down in the crowd in a daze. Looking at the sweet potatoes that were still being weighed in front of him, he couldn't help but burst into tears, muttering to himself.
Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao standing by couldn't help wiping away their tears.
\"God bless me Dajing, God bless me Dajing!! \" Someone couldn't help but cried loudly.
This atmosphere quickly infected everyone.
What does it mean when the yield per mu exceeds 1,000 kilograms?
One acre of land can be used as three acres of land, and people all over the world no longer have to suffer from hunger and cold.
Everyone has food to eat... Is there any higher pursuit than this for a society based on agriculture?
The people of the world have been hungry for too long, and this painful memory has lasted for thousands of years until today.
The fear of hunger is like a brand, deeply imprinted on everyone.
Countless people die of hunger every year, and the people always look pale and like walking corpses.
No one understands this more deeply than Fang Zhengyi.
In the early days, even though he had made great efforts, he still could not save the people around him who were starving to death.
Especially since he was the county magistrate and the people's hopes were placed on him alone, these painful memories were even more unforgettable.
"One thousand five hundred and twenty-seven pounds!!!"
Fang Zhengyi's voice also began to become higher-pitched, and he couldn't help but be infected by the atmosphere around him.
This number has exceeded my expectations, but it seems that the work progress has not been completed yet.
Such a scene made him unable to help but be moved.
Emperor Jing was completely enraged!
He felt like lightning was streaking across his body, and then his blood began to boil. This was an intense experience, a feeling of pleasure that could only be experienced when he unified the world. Today, he experienced it again in this small Taoyuan County.
Emperor Jing excitedly walked to Fang Zhengyi's side, his steps were a little shaky, and he stretched out a big hand and patted Fang Zhengyi's shoulder hard.
"One thousand six hundred pounds!"
The frequent counting made Fang Zhengyi's voice a little hoarse.
The harvest in the fields has come to an end, but farmers are still searching for missed sweet potatoes in the fields, fearing that they will affect the final weighing.
But... everyone is already satisfied.
That’s all. It’s worth the trip and will be unforgettable.
"One thousand seven hundred and thirty-three pounds!"
The final result came out. What Fang Zhengyi said was still conservative. He had told Emperor Jing that the harvest would be 800 kilograms. Now the harvest is almost over 1,000 kilograms.
Li Yansong fell to his knees with a thud, choking with sobs: "May God bless our Great Jing... Your Majesty... May our Great Jing country live forever..."
With so much food, not only will the people no longer have to suffer from hunger, but the court's military forces can even be expanded several times!
One acre of land has the effect of exceeding that of five acres of land. This achievement alone has surpassed that of our ancestors!
"From today on, there will be no more famine in Dajing. This is all thanks to the protection of God and the great blessing of Your Majesty!"
Fang Zheng took a deep breath and said, "You old man, you actually stole my line?"
Before he could even open his mouth to add a few words.
The others followed suit and knelt down, crying and laughing, and praising each other.
Fang Zheng was stunned when he saw it, and then felt very angry.
You are a bunch of lickers, I look down on you!
Emperor Jing looked at the people kneeling on the ground, raised his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed his excited mood.
He opened his eyes again and looked at the basket of sweet potatoes in front of Fang Zheng, and asked seriously, "How can we eat this? Can it be used as a staple food?"
Fang Zheng nodded: "Sure! Not only can it be used as a staple food, but it can also be eaten in a variety of ways. It can be fried, stir-fried, steamed, or deep-fried. It tastes much better than the yellow rice and brown rice that ordinary people eat!"
What is staple food and what is not staple food.
People suffering from famine are not considered human beings. As long as the food is not poisonous and can be digested, it can be used as staple food!
Although sweet potatoes taste good at first, they may not be as good as yellow rice or brown rice if eaten for a long time. Eating too much will make you feel sick...
But fortunately, starch can be extracted to make sweet potato flour, so there is absolutely no problem using it as a staple food!
Moreover, people's imagination is endless, and they can always come up with various ways to combine and prepare new flavors. Fang Zheng has no doubt about this.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Jing heaved a sigh of relief, his heart filled with joy. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Great! Fang Qing, you have done a great deed by offering this divine object! With you, I have less worries. Great! Really great!"
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