Su Yang tried to calm down his mood.
After all, this is just the first step. The next step is to select grain varieties and expand the scale of planting.
Zhu Gaochi and Dao Yan also gathered around immediately. Looking at the big yellow potato, the three of them were a little dumbfounded.
"This... is... an artifact?"
"That's it?"
Zhu Gaochi asked carelessly and questioned.
Monk Dao Yan also looked confused. He claimed to know astronomy and geography, but he had never seen such food crops.
This thing does not look very good. Is it really as amazing as Su Yang said?
Seeing that the three of them were a little contemptuous, Su Yang carefully handed the potatoes to Zhu Gaochi and allowed the four of them to observe and look at them.
"You four, don't underestimate it!"
"The next time will be your eye-opening moment!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yang squatted on the ground and started digging again.
Within a moment, the four of them saw Su Yang digging out a series of potatoes, all of which were big and round.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Gaochi's eyes went straight, and he immediately reminded in a sharp voice: "Come here, record it quickly!"
Monk Dao Yan also came to his senses and immediately arranged for the scribe to record it.
He wanted to see if the output of this artifact was really as Su Yang said, which could produce thirty stones per mu!
After Su Yang dug out the bunch of potatoes with his own hands, he carefully handed it to Chu Xiong, who put it on the scale. The clerk's eyes almost went straight.
"Four pounds and two ounces!"
Su Yang's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this number.
This is just a nest of potatoes. According to this mature scale, the yield of this acre of land will definitely not be low!
Understanding this, Su Yang immediately clapped his hands and looked at the five hundred Forbidden Army soldiers beside him who were eager to try.
"Okay, brothers, let's get started and clean out the potatoes from this experimental field first!"
Following his order, the five hundred forbidden troops could no longer restrain themselves and immediately went to the ground to dig potatoes.
Seeing that the number of potatoes was increasing, and even a scribe had no time to weigh them, so they could only pile them aside randomly. Zhu Gaochi's eyes suddenly widened, and he simply took Dao Yan, Jin Zhong and Zhang Bing out in person and hurriedly weighed them. Holding potatoes!
After a while, the potatoes had piled up into a hill.
Zhu Gaochi turned to look at the scribe aside and asked curiously: "Who is that? How much is it?"
The scribe swallowed his saliva and replied tremblingly: "It's almost four hundred kilograms!"
Four hundred pounds!
That’s three to four stones!
Upon hearing this number, Zhu Gaochi, Dao Yan and others' eyes suddenly lit up!
This is only a small part of this experimental field. Before it is completely cleared, it has already exceeded the yield of southern rice!
Oh my god, is it possible that what Su Yang said earlier about a yield of thirty shi per mu is actually true?
At the thought of that terrible possibility, everyone was filled with energy and felt an inexplicable force filling their hearts!
That is, the power of food!
The number of potatoes dug out is still growing!
The scribes also learned to be smart and took the initiative to report the numbers from time to time, and they always used "stone" as the unit of measurement!
"Five stones!"
Apparently, this doesn't stop yet!
After a while, the scribe's face turned red with excitement!
"Ten stones, for God's sake!"
Upon hearing this number, everyone's hearts trembled, and then they became even more frantically busy.
Ten stones!
The yield per mu is ten stones!
Ten stones, this is three times the rice production in the south!
In other words, if all the fields currently planted with rice were used to grow potatoes, the Ming Dynasty's grain output would triple in an instant!
But that's not the end!
This experimental field was only half plowed!
"dig!"
"Keep digging!"
Zhu Gaochi's eyes were red and he roared viciously.
He wants to prove to the world today that this potato is the real artifact of Sheji!
Monk Daoyan, Jin Zhongchangshi, and Chief Envoy Zhang Bing were already stupid. They were weighing the scales mechanically, grinning from time to time.
After a while, the scribe reported again in a trembling voice: "Twelve stones!"
"Fifteen stones!"
However, the potato harvest continues.
The potatoes, which are as big as a hill next to them, are weighed one by one in an endless stream, which is dizzying.
In the ground, five hundred Forbidden Army soldiers were still digging potatoes, and a large series of potatoes could be dug out of one nest, all of them big and round.
Zhu Gaochi couldn't bear it anymore and subconsciously covered his heart, feeling that his heart was beating too hard.
But it's still not over yet.
As the scribe reported a number again, everyone present went crazy.
"Twenty stones!"
"Twenty stones in total!"
The scribe fell to his knees and cried with tears streaming down his face.
What is the concept of producing twenty shi of grain per mu?
Zhu Gaochi went crazy, crying and laughing and mumbling to himself. Finally he couldn't bear it any longer, rushed into the field regardless, and started digging potatoes together with five hundred Forbidden Army soldiers.
He wanted to see how high the potato yield was!
He dug out a series of potatoes. Looking at the heavy fruit in his hand, Zhu Gaochi burst into tears.
Seeing that Prince Yan was starting to take action, Monk Daoyan, Chang Shi Jinzhong, and Chief Envoy Zhang Bing no longer cared about anything, and also rushed into the ground to dig potatoes.
What they are digging now is not potatoes, but an artifact that can change the fate of the Ming Dynasty!
However, the harvest continues, and the scribe’s voice never stops!
"Twenty-two stones!"
"Twenty-four stones!"
"Twenty-eight stones!"
"Thirty stones, exactly thirty stones!"
The sound stopped suddenly, and the entire scene suddenly became quiet.
Zhu Gaochi sat on the muddy ground, already covered in mud and filth, but he laughed heartily.
"Hahaha……"
"Thirty stones!"
"Really, the yield per mu is thirty dan!"
Monk Daoyan was also dumbfounded, sitting on the ground crying and laughing.
How could there be such high-yielding food crops in this world?
Why has no one discovered it in previous dynasties?
This is the divine weapon of Sheji that is enough to keep people all over the world full!
Zhang Bing looked at the heavy potatoes in his hand and burst into tears.
The sacred weapon of Sheji, which yields thirty stones per mu, was born like this!
Why didn't Su Yang take him out earlier!
How many people were spared from starvation and freezing to death last winter?
This is all food, this is all human life!
For a time, everyone had different expressions, and they were all immersed in great joy.
Especially the Prince of Yan, Zhu Gaochi, first laughed maniacally, then suddenly stopped and turned into a low whimper. It was not until he suddenly fell straight down that everyone noticed something strange.
"Dr. Chuan!"
"Go find a doctor quickly!"
Monk Daoyan and Changshi Jin Zhong were so frightened that they immediately stepped forward to support Zhu Gaochi, and then shouted.
This is Prince Yan!
The future heir to the Ming Dynasty!
If it were folded here, it would really become a big joke!
Su Yang walked up to the big fat man leisurely and stretched out his big, round mouth.
"Don't worry, don't be anxious, I'm familiar with this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before Dao Yan and the others could ask, Su Yang shouted loudly and forcefully woke Zhu Gaochi up.
Isn’t that familiar?
Familiar with it!
Just go down with a few big mouths!
Everyone: "???"
Damn it?
Are you so brave?
He is Zhu Gaochi, the Crown Prince of Yan!
It just so happens that he is this big-mouthed person who specializes in treating all dissatisfactions.
Zhu Gaochi really opened his eyes and looked at Su Yang with a resentful expression.
"Brother-in-law, you are avenging public and private revenge!"
"You are stronger than my father last time!"
Su Yang laughed twice and didn't answer.
Who told you, you damn fat guy, to keep slapping my thighs?
