Ling Jiheng raised his eyebrows: "Not yet. I heard that sweet potatoes taste better after frost. We are still waiting."
Fu Huanping lowered his voice: "Can you guarantee that the yield of all sweet potatoes is the same?
To be honest, we didn't take care of them much after we planted them. But yesterday, a soldier got bored and dug up the sweet potatoes.
I just realized that it has grown so big. If one seedling produces three fruits, one acre of land will yield several thousand kilograms!
This is much more productive than wheat and rice!"
Ling Jiheng nodded: "Sweet potatoes are a high-yield crop. Even in a bad year, they can still yield several times more than wheat!"
Fu Huanping's eyes turned red, and he pointed his finger at Ling Jiheng's nose and couldn't speak for a long time.
"How can you be so bold? Aren't you afraid that people will find out and take the credit and kill you?
If it weren’t for the old general…”
Fu Huanping wanted to rebel, but he felt that the time was not right, so he swallowed the words back.
He asked with a look of regret, "Don't you realize how dangerous your situation is? Aren't you afraid that the powerful people in the capital will find out and kill you?"
Ling Jiheng didn't take it seriously: "I don't rely on this to get promoted or make money. Besides, I've already joined you. Brother Fu, please bear with me!"
Fu Huanping was so choked that he lost his temper. He glared at Ling Jiheng hatefully for several times before snorting coldly.
"I'll take care of this matter for you. Next time if you find something good, remember to tell me clearly when you report it.
Don't be so frivolous that people will think it's unimportant."
Ling Jiheng hummed, then heard the other party ask, "By the way, how do you eat this?"
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