After waiting for an hour, Baiguan walked down the stairs one by one. It seemed that these old people had pulled a lot of bones and suffered serious physical loss.

I don’t know how much toilet water I drank last night to look like this.

When everyone got downstairs, they saw Fang Zhengyi yelling at the innkeeper.

"You lazy idiots! How can I teach you how to teach you on a daily basis? Ah! I haven't changed a rag for half an hour. How can you make customers feel at ease with this kind of work!"

"I told you before that you should brush your toilet seven times and flush it seven times, and then let the waiter take a sip. Have you met this hygienic standard?"

The shopkeeper was in a cold sweat: "Sir, we must have done everything you told us!"

"It's just that the new guy here today doesn't understand the rules. I immediately asked him to change the rag..."

"Next time! I'll skin you!"

After the performance, all the officials looked a little brighter.

It turns out that people can drink it... everyone drank it, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

Although Fang Zhengyi, who is a fool, is not a thing, his hygiene is quite good. This can be seen from the hygiene level of the streets in Taoyuan County. It should not be fake.

Seeing that the situation had eased, Fang Zhengyi quietly wiped away the cold sweat.

You can't offend everyone too much, otherwise you won't be able to survive. Fortunately, you can just manage to fool them. After a while, everyone's attention should be diverted when the sweet potato is born.

It's just that this bastard Li Yuanzhao has been gloating about his misfortune. It seems that His Majesty didn't beat him enough!

Seeing that everyone had gathered, Fang Zheng walked up to Emperor Jing and said, "Your Majesty, everyone has gathered. It's some distance to the fields. I have arranged a carriage. Please get on board."

Afterwards, a group of people rode a carriage and rushed to the fields with Ao Chen leading the way.

As soon as they arrived at the end of the field, everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. There seemed to be only a few leaves on the bare ground, and there seemed to be nothing there.

Could it be that this guy Fang Zhengyi really lied...

Emperor Jing also frowned, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. There were obviously only some leaves on the ground, but no fruits.

"Where is the fruit of this Shengshi potato? But it grows underground?"

"Exactly, Your Majesty is really insightful, I admire you!"

"No need to say more, quickly let me see what this Shengshi potato looks like!"

Emperor Jing nodded, staring straight at the land in front of him, with enthusiasm igniting in his heart again: "Come here, harvest it for me. I want to see with my own eyes how much this thing can produce!"

Following Emperor Jing's order, Fang Zheng first ordered people to clear out an acre of land, and then circled the area.

After that, he directed the farmers in the fields to start harvesting.

When it comes to harvesting, these farmers in Taoyuan County already have experience, and sweet potatoes can be dug out directly from the ground, which is much easier than ordinary grains.

Containers for holding sweet potatoes and tools for measuring weight have been prepared and kept aside.

Dozens of people began to enter the fields and dig gently in the ground. Then fist-sized sweet potatoes were unearthed from the fields, and then they were thrown into the container.

As the land continues to be opened up, looking at it, the fruits buried in the floating soil appear to be layered on top of each other, and they are all about the same size, and they are all about the size of a fist.

Fang Zheng shook his head when he saw it.

What a failure! What a failure! The variety of this thing is too bad, half the size of the sweet potato in my impression.

In his previous life, he could eat one of the roasted sweet potatoes sold at a gasoline can and rolled his eyes. But he had just dug these out from the ground. He estimated that he could eat three at most, and Brother Biao could easily eat ten in a second.

It can be seen that the varieties are not good, so we have to find ways to cultivate excellent varieties!

At this time, Emperor Jing's eyes were already showing nervousness, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead.

The officials also pointed at the fields and talked a lot. Everyone was very interested in sweet potatoes.

Emperor Jing seemed a little impatient and ordered Guo Tianyang on the side to get a container and a scale to weigh in front of his eyes.

Then Guo Tianyang directed several young eunuchs to bring the scales and the containers that had been installed in the ground, and began to put the scales on them one by one and weigh them one by one.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but start to feel a little nervous...

In my previous life, the yield of sweet potatoes per mu was only 5,000 to 6,000 jins, which was considered small, but those with higher yields could produce over 10,000 jins.

Although there is not much good land in Taoyuan County, the best land has been selected as much as possible and fertilized to cultivate this sweet potato.

At the critical moment, this primitive breed must not stretch its crotch. A thousand pounds is considered a success!

"Your Majesty, fifty-seven pounds..."

"Seventy-three pounds."

"Ninety-four pounds."

Every time the weight was weighed, Guo Tianyang would shout out the number loudly.

Now the officials and His Majesty are very anxious. This is an excellent opportunity to show off.

Fang Zhengyi is such a bastard. When he appears next to His Majesty, he seems to have become invisible. His Majesty asks him everything!

This opportunity must not be wasted.

Emperor Jing stood on the ridge of the field, listening to the constant sound of counting in his ears, staring at the sweet potatoes and farmers in the field with burning eyes.

It concerns the people of the world and the future of Da Jing. He will not tolerate any falsehood in the matter of Shengshishu! So you must keep an eye on it!

Over the past few years, local officials have falsely reported their political achievements to the court countless times, and they especially like to make a fuss about the people's food and drink.

The news of crops producing thousands of catties per mu, or hundreds of catties per mu has not always appeared in the court, but it always disappoints people.

In the end, only auspiciousness and good omen were left... They were all fleeting and fleeting.

Today, it was the first time that Emperor Jing personally went to the fields to see the so-called "auspiciousness". How many golden potatoes can be produced from this acre of land?

"One hundred and seventy-nine pounds!"

Emperor Jing couldn't help but get a little excited. Only a small part of the ground was dug to yield such a large harvest... Just a little more, just a little more would exceed the output of ordinary wheat...

"Three hundred pounds!!!"

Guo Tianyang screamed excitedly, a bit sharper than usual. This output has steadily exceeded the output of wheat and rice.

Breaking three hundred?

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked to the side of the court, squeezing Guo Tianyang away.

Then the numbers were announced loudly.

"Three hundred and seventy-seven pounds!"

"Four hundred and seventy-nine pounds!"

"..."

The guard who kept lifting the sweet potatoes was already out of breath, and sweat began to fall down his forehead.

Emperor Jing clenched his fists, feeling extremely excited... He broke 400... He already weighed 479 pounds!

Not to mention the yield per mu is 800, even now such an achievement is already a huge achievement.

If one acre of land can be used as two acres of land, how many people can live?

Emperor Jing walked to the scale, picked up a piece of sweet potato and looked at it carefully.

This humble-looking thing can actually survive countless people?

"Five hundred and ninety-four pounds!!"
Chapter completed!