"Then please ask the old immortal if there are any crops with higher yields." Ying Zheng said after a moment of hesitation. The Qin Dynasty was really too poor. There were only a few kinds of food, and the yield was very low.
He still has a million-strong army to support, and countless people are still hungry.
Zhao Qingrui looked at his father in surprise, but soon felt relieved when he remembered that his father seemed to have mentioned that there was also a grain store at home.
"Ahem, you don't need to ask Master for this, I have it."
"You have?" Ying Zheng sat up straight unconsciously.
"Yeah, Dad, haven't you ever paid attention to our family's farm?" Zhao Qingrui looked at his father speechlessly.
"I saw that you liked the farm, so I let you farm it for fun and I didn't interfere much." Ying Zheng was a little embarrassed. He really didn't pay much attention to this matter.
The news that the guards sent every two weeks was basically about what his daughter had done. Other things would also be reported, but as long as it didn't threaten his daughter, he basically ignored it.
"Tell me about what happened on the farm." Ying Zheng felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by his daughter, so he said quickly.
"In addition to rice, the farm also grows sweet potatoes and potatoes. These are the seeds given by my master." The false master was once again dragged out to take the blame.
"The yield of both sweet potatoes and potatoes is very high, reaching nearly 30 stones per mu. If grown well, it may be even higher. They are also easy to grow and are cold-resistant and drought-resistant." Zhao Qingrui said seriously. She had exchanged these things a long time ago, but she had never taken them out, mainly because she was worried about causing all kinds of trouble.
(Note: The First Emperor unified the weights and measures. One jin is approximately equal to 258.24 grams in modern times, which is equivalent to 0.516 jin today. One liang is equal to 16.14 grams.)
(In the Qin Dynasty, 24 zhu made one liang, 16 liang made one jin, 30 jin made one jun, and 4 jun made one shi. One shi is equivalent to 109 kilograms in today's measurement units.)
"So many? That's impossible." Both the king and his minister widened their eyes. This number was too exaggerated and too unreal.
The main grain of the Qin Dynasty was millet, with the maximum yield per mu being just over one stone.
"If you don't believe it, just call the people from the farm and ask them, and you'll know." Zhao Qingrui casually arranged the bamboo slips on the desk.
Seeing that Zhao Qingrui was not afraid of the two of them investigating, Ying Zheng could no longer sit still.
"I'll send someone back to ask tomorrow." Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Qingrui deeply.
"Just asking, Dad, the potatoes you've been eating lately are grown on the farm. They taste good, right? There are many ways to eat potatoes, and they can be used as a staple food." Zhao Qingrui shook his feet, sorted out the bamboo slips in his hand and placed them on the shelf. His father took the bait.
Ying Zheng looked at his daughter meaningfully, "With such a high yield of grain, why don't you hand it over to the court? You will definitely receive a lot of rewards."
"Dad, you are so naive. Our family is a merchant. If we take these things out, can we keep them?"
Meng Yi poured a cup of warm water for the two of them. He also liked eating potatoes, so he pricked up his ears and listened to what Zhao Qingrui said.
Ying Zheng was speechless. His daughter was too distrustful of him and the Qin Dynasty.
As soon as Zhao Qingrui saw his father's expression, he knew what he was thinking.
"Dad, don't blame me for doing this. You can see that Daqin has a lot of land, but the people there live in such a bad way. If I take out potatoes and sweet potatoes, I'm afraid they won't even have a chance to plant them." Zhao Qingrui curled her lips.
When her great cause is accomplished, the first people she will deal with are the nobles.
Ying Zheng was silent. He knew about the situation in the Qin Dynasty, but he had no idea how to solve it.
Meng Yi also fell into deep thought. In fact, the Meng family also had a lot of land, so they had no shortage of money or food.
There are many people like him in the Qin Dynasty, especially the old Qin nobles.
However, the Qin Dynasty's treasury was indeed very poor.
"Okay, let's get down to business. Dad, you must follow this plan every day from now on. Uncle Meng will be in charge of supervision." Zhao Qingrui picked up the weight loss plan and shook it.
Zhao Qingrui's words brought the two people who were thinking back to reality, and Ying Zheng's face twisted for a moment.
"Don't look at me. You promised me, and I have done what you asked." Zhao Qingrui raised a bright smile on her face, turned around and saw that the system had refreshed with good things, so she picked out another gift for her father.
Ying Zheng was discouraged and compromised, saying weakly, "I understand."
"Uncle Meng, you are in charge of supervision. Don't let my dad eat anything else."
Meng Yi solemnly took the piece of paper, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. "Don't worry, young lady. I will definitely supervise the master."
Ying Zheng: ...rebellion, rebellion, everyone is controlling him, who is the emperor? Who is the father?
Forget it, this is his own daughter, he is generous and doesn't care.
"Dad, go to bed early. I've already given instructions at home. The cook will cook according to my requirements. Uncle Meng has to watch over you outside too."
Watching his daughter walk away, Ying Zheng's gloomy gaze fell on Meng Yi.
Meng Yi pretended not to see it and carefully folded the paper and put it in his arms.
"Your Majesty, please go to bed early. The little princess's plan says to go to bed early and get up early, so you can get enough sleep."
Ying Zheng: ...Are you exaggerating so quickly? You, Meng Yi, think you can go all out just because you have a little girl backing you up, right?
Before the morning court session the next day, Ying Zheng sent someone to Jingshui Pavilion.
The people from the Mohist School who had stayed at Jingshui Pavilion for two days felt uncomfortable taking classes there at first, and a group of little kids followed them to study.
They also have to relearn the words here, which they have never seen before.
In addition to learning to read, you also have to learn other things. The teacher is very good and knows a lot of things.
Especially in math classes, this attracted the interest of many people. The calculation of these data was very convenient and was of great use to the Mohist school.
Because of this, they became more serious in class.
It was the idea of His Majesty and the Master that we came here. They only regarded this place as a branch of the Mohist School and wanted to stay here to develop first. They didn't expect to have such unexpected gains after coming here.
"Brother Han, why are you studying with these kids?" Yan Shuang bumped Han Xin's shoulder and asked curiously.
Yan Shuang was only in his teens, but he was quite talented and had never left Xianyang before.
This time, the boy followed the large group to Jingshui Pavilion and was curious about everything.
In the primary school of Jingshui Pavilion, the tall Han Xin looked out of place studying with a group of children.
"I just got here too, just a few days earlier than you." Han Xin was a little uncomfortable with this outgoing young man.
"Oh, so where are you from, Brother Han? Why are you studying here?"
"I'm from Huaiyin. I don't know why they brought me here. They just wanted me to study first." Han Xin's eyes were also a little confused.
"Huaiyin? Where is it? Is it far from Beidi County? Is it fun?" Yan Shuang looked at Han Xin with shining eyes. He was particularly interested in everything outside Xianyang.
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