Zhao Hao has known the importance of solving the problem of food and clothing for a long time, but he has never promoted high-yielding grains and instead tinkered with commercial development.
The main reason is that it is the beginning of Qin, not the end of Qin.
Because of Qin's extremely high agricultural taxes, the food in Qin's granary far exceeded that of the six countries in the Central Plains, so Qin was able to sweep the six countries.
However, the food in Qin's granary is not relief food, but war preparation food.
Even if there is a famine or natural disaster in Qin, the food in the granaries will not be used.
This also made the First Emperor think of ways to raise food when facing famine.
Although the imperial granary cannot be easily used, there is a lot of food stored in the homes of the powerful. If everyone tightens their belts, they can live on without too many deaths.
What worries me the most is that in years of famine, the rich and powerful will wait for the price.
If the rich and powerful have always kept food in their homes, it would be fine for them to eat it themselves, but some people will take the opportunity to drink the blood of the poor.
In fact, according to Zhao Hao's idea, it doesn't matter if food prices rise in a famine year, since the market will automatically adjust back.
But this was in ancient times, and people would really starve to death.
Those people who died of starvation due to famine were nothing more than a series of cold numbers when they came to the court.
When the market automatically adjusts, I'm afraid a large number of people will die first and starve to death everywhere.
Therefore, Zhao Hao's original purpose was to find a way to get the powerful to donate grain, and then promote high-yielding grain varieties after private grain storage was not enough to disrupt the market.
In this way, the common people and the powerful will be in a relatively stable state, and the emergence of high-yield grain will not cause the powerful to sell grain at low prices, causing a new economic crisis.
However, what Zhao Hao never expected was that Fusu finally failed to resist the First Emperor's tricks and actually handed over the potatoes in advance.
"How much did you just say? How much is the yield per mu?"
The First Emperor seemed to have heard wrongly and asked Fusu repeatedly.
This thing is called a potato. If you think of the potato pancakes before, you can definitely eat it.
Since it can be eaten, it is definitely food.
But the yield of thirty shi per mu is somewhat outrageous.
But Fusu said solemnly: "Back to my father, you heard me right. What I said is thirty dan per mu."
"this"
Ying Zheng felt a chill in his heart and said seriously: "My son, tell me in detail!"
"Yes, Father."
Fusu took the potato from Li Yi's hand and said, "This thing is called potato. It is an edible crop. The yield per mu can reach up to thirty stones. It mainly depends on the fertility of the land. Even on poorer land, the harvest can be The millet and wheat are far higher and higher now.”
"May I ask, eldest son, how long is the growth cycle of this divine object?"
Li Si couldn't help but ask.
Fusu glanced at Li Si, then at the ministers who were also curious, and said with a smile, "The normal cycle of this magical object is about three months, and it can be planted twice a year!"
"With this magical artifact, Da Qin no longer has to worry about food shortages."
Hearing this, all the ministers were shocked.
Feng Quji lost his voice on the spot; "Eldest Young Master! Are you telling the truth?! Your Majesty is in front of you, so you can't talk nonsense!"
Ying Zheng: "."
He naturally knew the relationship between Zhao Hao and Fu Su.
Zhao Hao could give him a life-saving weapon such as a fire blunderbuss and a rainstorm pear blossom needle, so it was natural that he could not ignore his eldest brother who loved him so much.
However, what he didn't expect was that Zhao Hao actually gave Fusu such a magical object.
The yield per mu is thirty stones.
That Nizi is such a big deal!
During the time when I was in Xianyang, I worried about food so much that my hair turned gray. The traitor gave me all kinds of ideas to raise food, but he didn't come up with this magical thing!
And Fusu, even though he had this divine item, he didn’t even take it out!
Are you trying to make me, your father, angry to death?
What evil has happened to me!
Although Ying Zheng was filled with anger, when he thought about the yield of this plant, his heart couldn't help but beat fast, and he said anxiously: "Did my son grow this plant? Take me to see it quickly!"
"Back to my father, I didn't plant anything!"
Fusu replied awkwardly.
A huge wave of resentment instantly filled the surroundings, and everyone's eyes seemed to turn into thousands of blades, piercing Fusu.
This brat actually dares to joke about this matter! ?
Seeing that Ying Zheng's eyes were becoming more and more unkind, Meng Tian on the side quickly said:
"Your Majesty, although the eldest son has not sown, the veteran has sown, and the harvest will be harvested soon."
"ah?"
Fusu looked at Meng Tian in surprise: "So General Meng secretly planted the seeds behind my back?"
"My eldest son, I forgive you. I really don't want to see such a magical thing put aside, so I planted the potatoes you gave me in advance."
Upon hearing what Meng Tian said, Ying Zheng suddenly became energetic and laughed: "Meng Tian, you did a good job!"
"Your Majesty, although I have planted potatoes, I still have one more unkind request. I hope your Majesty can agree to it."
When Meng Tian heard Ying Zheng's praise, he glanced at Fusu subconsciously, and then bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng was stunned and said with a smile: "General Meng has made great contributions. Don't say a merciless request, even if it is a hundred or a thousand, I will agree to it!"
With that said, he raised his hand to signal to Meng Tian.
Meng Tian said sternly, "I hope that your majesty will not promote potatoes for the time being. It is best to wait until the Xiongnu war is over before promoting it nationwide!"
"Why?"
Ying Zheng frowned and immediately stopped smiling.
The ministers also looked at Meng Tian with puzzled faces.
But Meng Tian said again: "Potatoes are high-yielding and are a rare treasure in our country. But now that potatoes are being promoted across the country, it is very easy for people with ulterior motives to bring them to the grassland. Once Maodun gets potato seeds, they will definitely not be taken to the 'New Qin Land'" 'The temptation is here."
Hearing this, not only Ying Zheng suddenly realized, but even the ministers who were full of confusion showed a look of surprise.
"Well, I will promise General Meng that after the war with the Huns is over, we will promote potatoes throughout the country."
"but."
With that said, Ying Zheng changed the topic and continued: "I want to see the potatoes grown by General Meng!"
"Okay, it's better to be respectful than to obey. Your Majesty, please come this way."
Meng Tian smiled and nodded, then raised his hand to indicate to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng waved his sleeves and immediately led his ministers towards the potato planting area.
Not long after, Ying Zheng saw a lush green plant, and his heart was filled with enthusiasm again: "Come here, harvest it for me and see how much it can produce!"
"Here."
Following the order from the First Emperor, Meng Tian began to order people to clear out an acre of land, and then clean up the acre of land.
Then the soldiers in the field were asked to start harvesting potatoes.
When it comes to harvesting grain, these soldiers in the field have long been familiar with it. Moreover, potatoes are rhizome plants with branches and leaves on top and fruits below. Just pull it hard and the potatoes will hang under the rhizome plant, which is much better than ordinary millet. , the wheat harvest is much better.
At this time, the containers and tools for holding potatoes were already ready aside.
It's not that Ying Zheng and the ministers don't believe in Meng Tian, but they all want to witness this historic moment.
Dozens of soldiers stationed in the fields began to enter the fields and began digging gently in the ground.
Then, fist-sized potatoes from the field were pulled out one after another, and then thrown into the container.
As the land continues to be opened up, looking around, the fruits are buried among the floating soil, and they appear to be layered on top of each other, and they are all about the same size.
If Zhao Hao were here, he would definitely shake his head. It was a failure. It was a failure. This variety was too bad. It was not at the same level as the potatoes in his impression.
This shows the importance of potato breeding.
Obviously, when Meng Tian planted potatoes, he didn't cultivate excellent beans, so he just planted them all in the geography.
But the ministers didn't know it. Seeing such a high yield of potatoes, they couldn't help but get excited, pointing at the potato field, and talking about it.
Ying Zheng seemed to lose his temper and ordered Zhao Gao who was standing aside to get a container to weigh the potatoes that had just been harvested.
Then, Zhao Gao directed several minor palace attendants to place a basket full of potatoes in front of Ying Zheng and began to load them one by one.
At this time, Fusu could not help but feel a little nervous.
When Zhao Hao told him about the potato yield, he was shocked, but he never thought of verifying Zhao Hao's statement.
Now that the First Emperor was weighing potatoes in public, it would be embarrassing if the potato yield did not match what he copied from Zhao Hao.
However, in this situation, it would be difficult for him to change his words even if he wanted to.
"Your Majesty, this basket of potatoes weighs ninety-seven pounds."
"One hundred and ten pounds."
"Eighty-six pounds."
Every time he was weighed, Zhao Gao would shout out the weighing count.
Now the First Emperor and his ministers were extremely anxious. This was the best opportunity to slap Meng Tian and Fusu in the face.
Once Meng Tian and Fu Su exaggerate, His Majesty will definitely be disappointed.
snort!
This opportunity must not be wasted.
With an insidious purpose in mind, Zhao Gao shouted more and more energetically.
Ying Zheng stood on the ridge of the field, listening to the constant reports in his ears, staring at the soldiers stationed in the fields with burning eyes.
This matter concerns the people of the world and the future of the Qin Dynasty. There must be no possibility of fraud in the matter of Tudou, especially in front of the ministers, and it must be upright and upright.
A yield of thirty shi per mu is more than three thousand kilograms. What kind of yield is this?
Today, the most productive grain in Da Qin is only a few hundred kilograms per mu, and it has never been produced over a thousand kilograms.
Today, it was the first time that Ying Zheng went down to the fields in person to see this so-called 'divine object'.
How many potatoes can this acre of land produce?
"Three hundred and eighty pounds!"
When Ying Zheng heard this, he couldn't help but get excited.
Only a small area of the ground was excavated, and so many potatoes were produced. What will happen when they are all dug out?
"Five hundred pounds!"
Zhao Gao's sharp voice was filled with various emotions such as shock, confusion, confusion, and indignation. Such output has proven what Fusu just said.
His intention of slapping Fusu and Mengtian in the face failed instantly.
However, the First Emperor was right next to him. He concealed his emotions very well and showed an extremely excited look.
When Fusu and Meng Tian heard his shouts, they also breathed a sigh of relief.
It's now over 500 pounds, and it will only be more in the future.
But Zhao Gao continued to shout.
"Six hundred and ten pounds!"
"Seven hundred and twenty-eight pounds!"
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The soldier who kept lifting the potatoes began to pant and sweat slowly fell down his forehead.
The First Emperor clenched his fists, and he was so excited that he could not break 700 pounds and already weighed 728 pounds!
Not to mention that the yield per mu is more than 3,000 kilograms, even if it is only half, such a thing is a divine thing among gods, and it is already a huge achievement.
One acre of land can be used as six acres of land and can feed an unknown number of people.
The First Emperor walked to the scale, picked up a potato in the basket, and looked at it carefully.
Is this humble thing actually able to feed countless people?
"One thousand one hundred and ten pounds!!"
As Zhao Gao loudly shouted out the latest weighing count, most people present felt dizzy.
This is truly one acre better than six acres!
However, the weighing is still continuing at this time and the final result is not yet known.
"One thousand two hundred and thirty pounds!"
"One thousand three hundred and sixty pounds!"
"Fifteen hundred pounds!"
The First Emperor's whole body began to tremble at this time.
It’s going to break two thousand soon, it’s going to break two thousand soon, my son, don’t bully me!
Looking at this momentum, breaking two thousand is already a certainty.
The First Emperor held a potato in one hand and rubbed it vigorously, as if holding a newborn son.
There was a dazzling light in his eyes.
The yield per mu is thousands of kilograms, the yield per mu is thousands of kilograms. If I spread this product throughout the country, no monarch in the Qin Dynasty, no, in China, will be able to compare with me!
This is an unparalleled achievement!
From now on, who dares to question my title as the emperor of eternity and the sage king of eternity? !
The more Ying Zheng thought about it, the more excited he looked at the field. He saw the field soldiers pulling out potatoes with sweat, as if there were endless potatoes in the field.
"Two thousand one hundred and twenty pounds!!!"
In the crowd, Feng Quji knelt on the ground in a daze, looking at the baskets of potatoes that were being sent to the weighing tools in front of him. He couldn't help but burst into tears and muttered something.
Li Si and Meng Yi on the side couldn't help wiping away tears.
"God bless my Great Qin, God bless my Great Qin!!"
Some ministers couldn't help but burst into tears.
This atmosphere instantly infected many people. No one could explain clearly what the concept of two thousand kilograms per mu was, but from Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to now, they have witnessed the birth of the divine object, and they have no regrets in this life.
Everyone in the Qin Dynasty has food to eat. For a country based on agriculture, what higher pursuit is there than this?
The years of hunger for people all over the world lasted for thousands of years. Whether it was the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, the Warring States period, or the Qin Dynasty with granaries all over the world, people starved to death every day.
The fear of hunger is like a brand in the Chinese nation, deeply imprinted on every Chinese person.
The monarchs and ministers of every dynasty wanted to change this status quo, but they were basically powerless.
No one knows this better than the Qin Empire that unified the world.
As the emperors and ministers of the Great Qin Empire, the First Emperor and his ministers faced the most difficult problem in governing this unprecedentedly huge empire. They were not the enemies around them, but the number of people who far exceeded the number of people they had managed before.
Facing tens of millions of people, the most direct problem is food.
"Two thousand five hundred and eighteen pounds!!"
Zhao Gao's voice began to become high-pitched.
Although he, Meng Tian, and Fu Su didn't deal with it very much, they were still infected by the surrounding atmosphere when they saw such a high yield of potatoes.
After all, he had been hungry in the Hermit Palace back then. It was hard for him not to be moved by such a scene.
At this moment, the First Emperor's whole body seemed to be on fire.
He felt as if his body had been struck by lightning, and his blood was boiling.
Such a strong experience was only experienced when the world was unified, but now it was possible to experience it again because of this little potato.
Ying Zheng walked up to Fusu excitedly, stretched out a big hand with a somewhat shaky pace, and patted Fusu's shoulder hard.
"Two thousand eight hundred pounds!!"
Zhao Gao's voice became hoarse due to frequent counting.
The harvest in the fields has also come to an end, and the soldiers in the fields are still rummaging for potatoes that may have been forgotten in the fields, for fear of affecting the final weighing.
But everyone was satisfied.
Even if it doesn’t weigh more than three thousand kilograms, it’s still acceptable.
However, the next moment, an explosive shout suddenly came:
"Three thousand one hundred and thirty pounds!"
The final result came out, which was not much different from the thirty stone per mu that Fusu said.
When Lao Zheng Guo heard the result, he knelt on the ground with a thud.
As a spy for South Korea's policy of weakening Qin, he built the Zhengguo Canal and turned Guanzhong into the granary of Qin. However, the grain produced in Guanzhong could only sustain the Qin army's operations and could not improve the lives of the Qin people. This was his regret all along. .
Now that the potatoes with high yields gave him hope, he couldn't help but choked up and said:
"God bless our Majesty the Great Qin and our Great Qin Kingdom Zuo for thousands of years."
"The Qin Dynasty will last ten thousand years, Your Majesty will last ten thousand years!"
When all the ministers saw Old Zheng Guo kneeling on the ground, they also knelt down and agreed.
Ying Zheng looked at the people kneeling on the ground, raised his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm down his excitement. He once again set his sights on the basket of potatoes in front of Zhao Gao and solemnly said: "Zhao Gao, weigh it. Is it true?"
"Your Majesty, from today on, there will be no famine in our country. It's all thanks to God's blessing. Your Majesty is blessed!"
Zhao Gao did not directly answer Ying Zheng's words, but instead gave Ying Zheng a loud horse slap.
"Hahaha--!"
Obviously, Ying Zheng was very impressed by Zhao Gao's words and couldn't help but laugh to the sky.
But isn’t that what it is?
God bless me and give me a good son!
This is my blessing!
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