Li Qinzai's agricultural knowledge is very poor. In his previous life, he was a white-collar worker at a desk in an urban office building. His limbs were not diligent and he could not distinguish between grains. The only agricultural knowledge he knew was to urinate to fertilize peonies.
It turns out that he seems to have some misunderstanding about this knowledge point...
But he vaguely knew in his previous life that in the south where the climate is hot or warm, such as Jiangnan, Lingnan, Qiongnan and other places, it is possible to achieve two crops a year by planting sweet potatoes.
But Li Qinzai didn't have much confidence in this agricultural knowledge. After his only agricultural knowledge was used to water peonies, he was beaten with a stick by his grandfather Li Ji and disappeared without a trace.
Today, King Teng returned from the south and finally brought good news to Li Qinzai.
Apparently he was right. Sweet potatoes can indeed be harvested twice a year in the south, and the yield is not low.
If Li Zhiru knew this news, he would probably be so happy that he got sick again, right? After all, this news is directly related to the Li family's imperial power and consolidation of rule.
Li Qinzai was very satisfied with the result. He no longer had to worry about sweet potatoes. Since its habits and yield had been confirmed, the imperial court would naturally appoint professional officials to take charge of the promotion of sweet potato cultivation.
"Has the news been sent to Taiji Palace?" Li Qinzai asked the guards of King Teng.
The guard said: "Today we have sent people to bring the memorial and the harvested sweet potatoes to the palace."
"Your Highness has done something great again. He will definitely give you a salary increase later. If he doesn't, you will go on strike. You can't tolerate him." Li Qinzai provoked maliciously.
The guard's right hand subconsciously reached for the horizontal knife at his waist, and quickly retracted it before it touched the handle.
Li Qinzai was frightened. It was just a provocation. This guy didn't want to kill him, right? Too much!
He decisively turned around and walked in. He stood in the front hall and watched for a while.
Cui Linqian and Prince Teng's drinking battle has reached fever pitch.
The two father-in-laws had red faces, and there were several empty wine jars scattered under the low table. The two men had red faces and stared at each other, neither of them convinced of the other.
This picture is very burning.
When Li Qinzai got closer, he realized that the two of them seemed to have reached the end of their drinking. Their bodies were shaking a little, but they were still clenching their teeth to hold on.
It feels like what they are fighting for now is not their ability to drink, but the last bit of dignity. Whoever falls first will lose face completely.
The competition between men is sometimes very inexplicable, especially in terms of drinking and sexual intercourse, which are directly related to dignity. In these two matters, no one will give in and boast loudly.
When the competition got fierce, they might have forgotten why they were competing, and in the end they were just fighting for their own dignity.
Li Qinzai estimated that at this time, the two father-in-laws might have forgotten their virtuous son-in-law and the original intention of drinking together.
Even if Li Qinzai danced in front of them to entertain them, they would not even raise their eyelids, and would use all their energy to support their crumbling bodies.
Thinking of this, Li Qinzai couldn't help but have an impulse in his heart. He wanted to run into the hall and try his best to provoke him, "Come on, hit me"...
Fortunately, my rationality restrained my impulse. I am already a father twice, so I can't be too mean-spirited and set a bad example for my children.
Quietly walking to Cui Jie and Jin Xiang who were watching the excitement on the corridor outside the hall, Li Qinzai asked quietly: "What's going on? The winner hasn't been decided yet?"
Cui Jie snorted and said: "They are all trying to save their face. Even though a gust of wind can blow them down, they still refuse to admit that they are drunk."
Jin Xiang sighed and said: "Why on earth are these two drinking together?"
Li Qinzai said calmly: "One of them feels that his virtuous son-in-law has married too many wives, and the other is unwilling to let his daughter become a concubine for his virtuous son-in-law..."
Cui Jie snorted: "Our family's own affairs, what kind of hands they have meddling in, how our life is going, don't we ourselves know?"
Jin Xiang hugged Li Qinzai's arm and said softly: "My father always thinks that I am not living well, but I am actually very satisfied with this kind of life. I live under the same roof with my husband and sister, without the intrigues of wealthy families, and my concubine has always been there." I'm very lucky. If I can stay like this in this life, what else can I ask for?"
A happy smile appeared on Jin Xiang's face. Her words were obviously not fake and came from the sincerity.
Cui Jie said sourly at the side: "Whether the future will always be like this depends on whether your husband is willing. If we add seven or eight more sisters, our backyard will be full of swords and swords, and our life will not be so pleasant."
Li Qinzai grinned: "Madam, you are too worried. Even if I am happy, my waist is not happy. It has drained me dry. It is not an honorable thing for the emperor to give our family a plaque with a personal letter, 'Full Widows'." .”
The couple were chatting leisurely when they suddenly heard Cui Linqian slam the table in the hall and shouted: "Brother Yuanying, do you dare to come again?"
Not to be outdone, King Teng said: "Come just come!"
Cui Jie was anxious: "Husband, think of a way. If you continue to fight, you will be hurt."
Jin Xiang also said anxiously: "My father's drinking capacity has reached the limit, and I can't drink anymore."
Li Qinzai pondered for a moment and said: "Madam called the two ugliest maids from the backyard and danced the most slutty dance in front of them..."
"Why?" Cui Jie asked in shock.
"Don't ask. Asking is just for fun." Li Qinzai said with a straight face.
The ugliest maid came soon. Li Qinzai only glanced at them, then quickly turned away, trying not to make eye contact with them.
Although it is rude to comment on other people's appearance, these two maids are really...
Not to mention their face was pockmarked and acne-prone, and they had buck teeth and squinted eyes and nose. Empress Nuwa must have been dozing when she made them. She pinched them and found that they were useless. After throwing them away, she accidentally brought them back to life, and they became what they are today. This look.
The two ugly maids couldn't dance, but under the pressure of Li Qinzai's half-step master's perfect momentum, they still walked into the front hall tremblingly and twisted a few times in front of Cui Linqian and Prince Teng.
The effect is very impressive.
Almost a moment later, Cui Linqian and Prince Teng's faces turned green, and then they leaned over and vomited loudly at the same time. Yellow and green vomit covered the floor, and the hall was filled with stench.
After vomiting, Cui Linqian and Prince Teng looked at Li Qinzai outside the hall. They opened and closed their lips a few times, as if they wanted to curse, and finally laughed a few times and fell to the ground.
Li Qinzai clapped his hands and said, "This is solved. Someone, come and cleanse the two father-in-laws and then send them to the side room to rest."
Cui Jie and Jin Xiang looked at him with admiration. Li Qinzai smiled coldly, turned around and left, leaving them with a majestic back.
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Tai Chi Palace.
King Teng's memorial and more than two thousand kilograms of harvested sweet potatoes were placed in front of Li Zhi.
Li Zhi rubbed his hands and paced back and forth in front of the pile of sweet potatoes excitedly.
"With dozens of kilograms of grain seeds, we actually harvested more than two thousand kilograms after one season? Haha, good, good!" Li Zhi looked excited.
At first, the harvest from a few sweet potato seeds was only a few dozen kilograms, but after calculations by the courtiers, Li Qinzai's yield of five thousand kilograms per mu was not false.
Now these two thousand kilograms of sweet potatoes once again prove that what Li Qinzai said is true.
What does such an astonishing yield per mu mean to the Li Tang royal family and the Tang Dynasty?
No one knows this better than Li Zhi.
Unless the official administration of the Tang Dynasty was extremely corrupt and harsh, even if there were disaster years, there would no longer be the tragic situation of people dying of hunger thousands of miles away and having to exchange children for food.
This achievement is greater than the expansion of territory. It is an unprecedented and unparalleled achievement.
It is no exaggeration to say that sweet potatoes can sustain the life of Zuo Zuo of the Tang Dynasty for at least hundreds of years.
How can one not be rewarded for his unparalleled achievements?
