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It will take at least two or three years for the entire Dayan to achieve potato freedom.

This is already the best result for ancient times.

However, the cold snap this spring froze most of the crops in the northern region to death. Now the people of Dayan are still consuming last year's reserves of grain, and there will be a big food gap in autumn.

No matter how fast potatoes become popular, this will not help.

Therefore, food reserves are a top priority for a country.

In ancient times when productivity was low, being able to keep most people alive was enough for the emperor in power to scream to the sky. Even if there were grain reserves in various state capitals, they were only in small quantities.

“How are the beans that were planted in early May doing?”

"They are all mature. The average yield of soybeans in Shenjia Village is over one hundred pounds per mu."

Cheng Xi nodded silently when he heard this. This output is indeed not bad.

Soybeans are inherently low-yielding crops. Even in modern times, a yield of 500 kilograms per mu is considered to be the highest yield. Under normal circumstances, it fluctuates around 400 kilograms. Only in the Northeast can it reach 800 to 1,000 kilograms.

"So this year, the people in the north have to live on the two hundred pounds of soybeans in the fields?"

"..."

Su Zhan was silent, his expression not very good.

He was also a victim of the snowstorm. If it hadn't been for the huge snowstorm that lasted for four or five months, his family would not have been destroyed and he would have been alone ever since.

He felt the suffering of the people, but was powerless to do anything.

"Don't be discouraged. I think this sage is still easy to talk to. Maybe he can be exempted from taxes this year?"

Although Cheng Xi's mood was a bit depressed, she still lacked a sense of belonging and experience. After all, she had never been hungry.

"What Madam said is that people have to look forward."

Cheng Xi put away the letter and paused when he turned around, "Do you know anything about Wu'an Hou Mansion?"

"We have been collecting information about the capital. If Madam wants to know, my subordinates can look for it."

"Send it to me as soon as possible."

"yes."

Su Zhan answered very quickly. He had realized this problem since the last time he went to the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion to inform someone to save his young marquis. Sooner or later, the Shen family would be involved with several palaces in Beijing.

In this case, it is inevitable to have more information, otherwise I don't know how I will die in the future.

While he was collecting and summarizing news from major aristocratic families, Cheng Xi looked at the sky and headed out towards the Gongyuan of the Ministry of Rites. The closer he got to his destination, the more pedestrians there were on the road, and many people had even prepared carriages and doctors.

"Hey...why didn't I think of that?"

But Shen Xingluo doesn't seem to need these two things.

Cheng Xi stood at the gate of Gongyuan and waited quietly.

She arrived not too early, and within a few minutes she heard the sound of gongs and officials reporting the time, which meant that the three nine-day trials were all over.

Students started to come out one after another from the entrance of the etiquette department. They were all tortured to a state of disgrace. Some of them were so pale that they were still able to stand up. Most of them had expressions as broken as mourning... Well, this word doesn't seem right. right?

"Tsk, it's really not easy to live on this single-plank bridge."

Of course, there were not a few people who were carried out, and soon the family members outside gathered around them, asking how they were doing in the exam.

Not long after, Cheng Xi saw a familiar figure.

Chen Xingluo was still dressed in plain clothes, but he was still the most outstanding one among the crowd, so much so that Cheng Xi locked his target with just one glance.