The governor of Yingtian Mansion deliberately did what he saw in front of him today just to personally verify the potato yield.
At first, he himself did not believe that there was such food in the world and wanted to weigh it himself. Secondly, if it is true, it would be more convincing to dig things out in front of the people.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Fu Yin stood in front of the incense table, held up the incense and bowed respectfully. This was to worship Shennong and thank him for bringing food to the people of the world.
After placing the incense on the incense altar with his own hands, Fu Yin turned around and waved to the government officials, "Let's begin."
Under the command of the navy soldiers, the government officials first cleared away the potato seedlings, exposing the ridges on the ground. Then he took a hoe and started digging along the ridge.
After digging for the first time, as the hoe dug up the soil, several yellow and white things emerged from the soil.
When Fu Yin saw it with sharp eyes, he opened his mouth in surprise and ran forward several steps in succession. With a wave of his hand, he pushed away the yamen servant who was about to pick up the red taro. He ignored the dirt on the ground and quickly dug the things out of the soil with his hands like pangolins burrowing.
one two three four five six seven......
A total of seven red taros, half the size of a palm, fell into the eyes of all the people around them.
The people were not stupid either. When they saw that such a small amount of land produced so much, their hearts rushed to the point of enthusiasm, causing a commotion among the crowd.
"Hurry, dig quickly, dig them all out, and see how much this acre of land can produce." Fu Yin saw that the government officials were looking at him blankly, and he quickly waved his order with a smile on his face.
"Master Bo, come here and ask someone to bring the scales over. Once they are all dug out, start weighing them. Be sure to weigh them accurately so that I can report such auspiciousness to the emperor."
Auspiciousness, this is real auspiciousness.
If such a high yield of grain is not auspicious, then what else is auspicious?
With the hard work of dozens of government officials, potatoes from an acre of land were dug out in no time. Not only that, these people also turned over the entire land, crushing even the soil larger than their fists to ensure that there was no more red taro hidden in the soil.
In this acre of land, there are twenty or thirty dense piles of yellow and white taro. The white and plump red yams were piled in the ground. Although they were still and silent, no matter who looked at them, they were extremely gratifying.
After the governor gave an order, the master sat behind the desk, staring at the red taro weighing in front of him with bright eyes, and accurately recorded the weight on the paper with the brush in his hand.
The final addition yields the final surprising number.
"Lord Fu Yin..." After Zhu Bo read the last number, even the hand holding the paper was shaking, as if he was overwhelmed.
Fu Yin hurriedly grabbed the paper and took a look, his expression suddenly became the same as that of Master Bo.
This is not twenty stones, this is clearly thirty stones. It is simply unheard of that one acre of land can produce thirty dan of grain.
When Han Du said twenty stones, to be honest Fu Yin himself didn't believe it. But now it seems that the twenty stones were all attributed to Han Du.
But this is just right. Don’t let the achievements you have given you go to waste.
Fu Yin took the paper and immediately headed towards the palace in a sedan chair without even giving any instructions.
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When Lao Zhu learned that Yin Tianfu asked for an audience, he thought
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After measuring a few breaths, I guessed that he was here for food. But whether it is good or bad, Lao Zhu still doesn’t know. After all, it is too unbelievable to produce twenty stones of grain from one acre of land.
Lao Zhu's appetite is not as big as Han Du's. He is satisfied as long as he can harvest ten stones from one acre of land.
Lao Zhu quickly put down the Zhu batch in his hand, and shouted with anxiety: "Pass it quickly!"
"I pay homage to the emperor. Long live my emperor." Soon, Ying Tianfu Yin came to pay his respects.
Lao Zhu hurriedly waved his hand, "Excuse me, do you know the yield of taro per acre? Tell me quickly."
Ying Tianfu Yin smiled slightly, nodded and said: "I am reporting to the Emperor, it is exactly that. After carefully digging the one acre of land that I specially measured, I harvested thirty-one stones and eight buckets of red taro. Please see it before Your Majesty."
"So many?" Lao Zhu stood up quickly, and even walked down from Danbi without hesitation, and took the paper from Ying Tianfu Yin's hand and opened it with his own hands.
A total of twenty-three strokes were recorded on the paper, ranging from about one stone to more than two stone. The total amount is exactly thirty-one stones and eight buckets, exactly.
"Okay, okay, Tang Aiqing has worked hard, and I will reward you generously."
At this time, the old eunuch came back with a smile on his face and a piece of paper in his hand.
Seeing Ying Tianfu Yin here, the old eunuch was surprised, but he didn't think much about it. He quickly stepped forward to pay his respects and said: "Your Majesty, I am very happy. What a great joy."
Lao Zhu glanced at what he was holding and said with a smile: "Is the yield of taro far more than twenty stones?"
The old eunuch was immediately surprised, and hurriedly bent down and replied with a smile: "The emperor has seen thousands of miles, and indeed nothing can be hidden from the emperor."
"Your Majesty, please take a look."
Lao Zhu took the paper from his hand, opened it and looked surprised again. He said with a smile: "I didn't expect that your old slave would give me a bigger surprise. One acre of land yields thirty-three stones and six buckets, which is one stone and eight buckets more than what Tang Aiqing weighed. Are you sure? Is there any miscalculation?"
Only then did the old eunuch know why the governor was here. It turned out that he was also here to report good news to the emperor. Moreover, the two of them actually bumped into each other when announcing the good news.
"Go back to your Majesty, I personally weighed it and confirmed it is correct."
"Haha, okay, how are you all?" Lao Zhu was very happy.
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The whole family of Han Mansion also came out. Whether it was the father and mother, Han Du and An Qing, or even Han Shu who was still studying in the academy, they called back, and the group headed towards the fields where they cultivated land. .
After listening to what Han Du said about the need for ideas to dig potatoes, Han De first stopped the servant aside, rolled up his sleeves himself, raised his hoe and started digging potatoes.
"Dad, be careful, don't get out of your way." The smile on Han Du's face was strange, and Han De knew what he meant at a glance.
Han De glared at his son, then turned back and glanced at Mrs. Liu with a smile, then turned back and said to Han Du with a groan: "Do you really think that your father and I are a scholar who can't jump with shoulders and lift with hands? When we were young , also did farm work.”
After saying that, he ignored Han Du and started digging hard.
Hande's family was well off when he was a child, otherwise it would be impossible to support him in school. But don’t think that because your family is well off, you don’t have to work. It’s true that Hande didn’t do any work when he was a child, but after the death of his two elders, he didn’t have any work at that time.
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Even if you have no one to rely on, you have to rely on yourself to support yourself.
Han Du rubbed noses with his father for a while and watched his father swing the hoe gracefully. It seemed that there was no problem. Then he looked at my mother curiously and said with a smile: "Mom, are you hiding something like your father?"
Liu immediately rolled her eyes at Han Du and said, "Get out!"
"Okay!" Han Du quickly looked back.
Mrs. Liu is a real lady, the kind who never touches the beauty of the world. Although she no longer received care from her parents after the quarrel with her family, Hande was not allowed to do farm work in the fields even during her most difficult time.
Han Du suddenly saw An Qing bending down to pick up a hoe, and immediately asked: "What are you doing?"
An Qingqiao blushed and explained: "My father has cultivated several acres of land in the palace. I used to do farm work with my father."
Han Du was completely stunned when he heard this. Lao Zhu was really cruel, not only to himself, but also to his children. Only Lao Zhu can do farm work for a delicate princess like An Qing.
Han Du smiled and took the hoe from An Qing, "Whatever farm work you want to do, I will do it."
I followed my father's example, rolled up my sleeves and robe, raised my hoe high and swung it down suddenly.
"Bang~"
Han Du's expression suddenly changed, and he tried hard to lift the hoe without lifting it.
"What's wrong?" An Qing quickly walked to Han Du with concern and greeted him.
Han Du's face was ugly, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be wrinkled together, and he said intermittently: "My, my hands..."
"What's wrong with your hand? Show me quickly." An Qing was extremely anxious and quickly pulled Han Du's hand over.
Han Du let go of his hand with difficulty and spread his palm bit by bit. Every bit of it was painful.
An Qing saw a bit of white on the palm of Han Du's palm at a glance, frowned, and touched it with his fingers.
"Ah~" Han Du suddenly let out a scream, even his teeth were trembling.
"I got blisters." An Qing sighed helplessly, obviously very experienced in this.
Han Du only felt bursts of burning pain in his palm, as if he was holding a drop of hot oil. He asked tremblingly: "Then, what should we do?"
"There is nothing you can do. The pain will last for a few days and it will be fine after it goes away on its own." An Qing shook his head indifferently, not taking the injury to heart at all, "But before that, try not to touch it. . Once touched, it will be very painful."
Han Du gritted his teeth and nodded. There was no need for An Qing to tell him this. He knew it, didn't it hurt?
Han Shu suddenly became interested when he saw how good his brother was. He also picked up a hoe and dug into the ground.
But unlike Han Du who only dug once and was finished, Han Shu's movements were even more skillful than his father's.
Han Du asked in surprise: "Han Shu, what's going on with you? How did you do this?"
When Han Shu was born, his father was already a high-ranking official in the court, and he was not given the opportunity to do farm work at all. How did he become so skilled at it?
"Brother, don't you know? I am self-taught." Han Shu raised his chin and said proudly.
If you don't want to say it, forget it, and you are still self-taught without a teacher. Is there such a thing as self-taught without a teacher in this world? Han Du glanced at his brother indifferently, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he stopped asking.
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