"Child, what did you just say...? What is this?"
Ying Zheng stuffed a roasted potato into his mouth and asked vaguely.
"Potato!"
"This is what my master left for me before he left. The yield per mu is at least three thousand kilograms!"
Xiao Zhengtai said slightly proudly.
"What? Three thousand catties? Did I hear it correctly?"
"Probably not? I seem to have heard of three thousand catties!"
"We heard it right. The young master must have said it wrong. I think the young master should have said three hundred kilograms!"
…
After hearing this number, the ministers couldn't believe it.
In this era, a yield of three hundred kilograms per mu is considered high yield.
Three thousand kilograms directly subverted their cognition, and they didn't even dare to think about it!
"I'm right, it's three thousand catties. If the fertilizer and water are right and the land is fertile, it's possible to produce five thousand catties!"
Koshota emphasized again.
Click
Little Shota seemed to hear the sound of everyone's jaws dropping to the ground!
"You just said...the potatoes I just ate can produce five thousand catties per mu?"
As the king of a country, Ying Zheng knew the importance of food.
Now that the Qin Dynasty has unified the six countries, there is no large-scale war for the time being, but the biggest shortage is still food!
If the yield of potatoes can really be 5,000 kilograms per mu, that will be a full twenty-fold increase.
Coupled with the Quyuan plow invented by this boy, not only can the people fill their stomachs and their families have surplus food, but it can also allow Da Qin to feed many more soldiers!
This guy just said that dried potatoes can be stored for a year. If you go to the battlefield in the future, you don’t have to worry about logistical supplies!
Even if you can't capture the city for a while, don't worry, I have plenty of food!
Even if it's a waste, it can make the other party raise their hands and surrender!
"That's right! My master said so!"
Xiao Zhengtai nodded firmly.
"Then maybe these potatoes are grown in Daqin?"
"sure!"
"Good boy, give me the seed quickly!"
"Isn't it just seeds that you ate just now?"
"Forehead……!"
Ying Zheng was instantly petrified.
I can't wait to spit out the potatoes I just swallowed!
That's a crop with a yield of 5,000 kilograms per acre, and it's just eaten by yourself?
He was so regretful that his intestines turned green!
"Your Majesty, there are a few more over there!"
The sharp-eyed minister noticed a few more people near the fire and quickly reported them.
"Oh? There's more?"
Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, and he seemed to see hope again.
“Do you think you can still grow roasted food?”
Xiao Zhengtai showed an innocent smile and stared at everyone.
"Alas! What a pity!"
"The yield per mu is five thousand catties! Five thousand catties! It's just gone!"
Several veterans in the court began to cry in distress.
Ying Zheng also had a sad face, feeling that he had become the sinner of the Qin Dynasty, and the high-yielding crops were ruthlessly eaten by him!
"Alas! If there are high-yielding potato seeds, I, Lao Zhang, are willing to pay any price to get them!"
Zhang Han also showed a sad expression to show his loyalty.
"How many kilograms do I still have in my backpack? What are Mr. Zhang's plans to replace it with?"
"ah?"
When Xiao Zhengtai ran up to him happily, Zhang Han looked confused.
Didn’t you say they were all baked?
Why did you gain a few more pounds?
"This this……?"
Zhang Han's face was full of bitterness.
"Child, are you telling the truth?"
Ying Zheng saw hope again.
"Of course it's true. I'm five and a half years old, and I'm not a two or three-year-old child. How could I eat all the seeds?"
"I just don't know what Mr. Zhang is going to do in exchange for it?"
The young lady raised her fingers towards Zhang Han.
"Uh...! The high yield of potatoes can make a huge contribution to the Qin Dynasty. I, Zhang Han, will do whatever I can. Young Master can make whatever conditions he wants. As long as I, Zhang Han, can do it, I will agree!"
There is no way, who can let yourself be a bitch.
Zhang Han now wants to slap himself in the mouth!
I originally wanted to show my loyalty to Ying Zheng, but I didn't expect that this baby girl had a back-up plan!
On the other hand, if you think about it, it's just a baby, so it probably won't cost anything very valuable.
Just a few strings of candy figures and you’re done!
"I want the best house!"
However, after hearing Xiao Zhengtai's soft and waxy voice, Zhang Han was heartbroken.
He served as a young man in the imperial court, ranking among the ninth ministers, and he has built up a lot of wealth over the years!
This kid wants the best house for himself?
Why doesn't he want his old life?
"I'm talking about Lao Zhang, I remember that your youngest son was planning to get married a few days ago. It seems that you gave up half your life's wealth to buy a mansion for him. Isn't it time to take it out now?"
Wang Ben said gloatingly.
"Forehead……"
Zhang Han rolled his eyes.
It’s really a matter of which pot should not be opened.
If you don't speak, no one will treat you as mute!
People who have just been handed shit have no right to speak!
Now everyone's eyes are focused on him, especially Ying Zheng, eagerly waiting for his answer!
"Hey! That's right!"
"Young Master, what Da Qin needs most right now is food. I, Zhang, will die for Da Qin! I am willing to give up my family home and exchange it with the Young Master!"
In desperation, Zhang Han had no choice but to say some high-sounding words and pretend to be generous.
"I want the best!"
"Don't worry, young master, it's definitely the best!"
Zhang Han nodded.
"Master Zhang is so benevolent and righteous!"
"Master Zhang still takes care of the overall situation!"
"We will all learn from Mr. Zhang in the future!"
…
After hearing what happened, all the ministers gave thumbs up.
Zhang Han smiled bitterly and nodded to everyone, his heart bleeding.
【Ding! Congratulations to the host, for teasing Zhang Han, and a box of golden gong ham sausages as a reward! 】
This reward is good!
Instant noodles and ham, a match made in heaven!
"Uh-huh!"
While no one was paying attention, Xiao Zhengtai drew the sword of the guard closest to him.
"Protect Your Majesty!"
Someone shouted loudly, and everyone opened their arms and naturally surrounded Ying Zheng.
"what?"
Such a big move really startled young Shota.
"Feiyu, why did you suddenly draw your sword?"
Lian'er asked very calmly, not thinking that her son would do anything extraordinary.
Although this child is usually naughty, he never hurts others!
"Mom, I just want to cut up the grilled fish for my father. I can't let him just eat it, right?"
Xiao Zhengtai said aggrievedly.
"Get out of my way!"
Ying Zheng shouted sharply.
This child has a filial piety, yet he is misunderstood by these people!
Xiao Zhengtai took Qin Jian, cut a piece of the best meat on the huge carp, inserted a small piece of dry branch, and handed it to Ying Zheng!
"Father, please try this grilled fish!"
This is baked with your Lu Lu Sword, it must have a unique flavor.
Of course, Young Shota will definitely not say it in the second half!
Unless he's looking for a fight!
"Um!"
"I remember you said that this fish was roasted with eighteen kinds of spices, so it has such a strange fragrance!"
After taking the fish, Ying Zheng suddenly remembered what this little guy said before.
There is a shortage of spices in Daqin. All the spices added together are no more than a palm. Where can the eighteen kinds of spices come from?
Could it be that the mysterious master gave it to me again?
