After waiting for an hour, all the officials walked downstairs one by one. It seemed that these old men were getting tired and their physical strength was severely damaged.

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

Everyone saw Fang Zhengyi shouting at the inn shopkeeper when they got off the floor.

"You lazy guys! How do you teach you on weekdays? Ah! A rag wasn't changed for half an hour. How can such a job make the guests feel at ease!"

"I told you to brush your toilet seven times and flush it seven times before, and then let the waiter take a sip. Is this hygiene standard meeting?"

The shopkeeper's "cold sweat": "Reply to the master, we must have done everything you told me!"

"It's just that this kid is new today who doesn't understand the rules, so I immediately asked him to change the rag..."

"Next time! I'll skin you!"

After the performance, all the officials' expressions cleared slightly.

It turns out that people can drink it... It's not too embarrassing that everyone drinks it.

Although Fang Zhengyi is not a guy, the hygiene is actually quite good. It can be seen from the hygiene level of Taoyuan County's streets, so it should not be a fake.

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

You can't offend everyone too much, otherwise you can't mess around. Fortunately, you can barely fool them. After seeing the sweet potato, everyone's attention should be diverted.

But Li Yuanzhao, the bastard, has been gloating. It seems that His Majesty has beaten less!

Seeing that everyone was together, Fang Zheng walked to Emperor Jing and said, "Your Majesty, everyone is together. There is some distance between you. I have arranged a carriage, please get on the carriage."

Then, the group drove to the fields in a carriage under the guidance of Ao Chen.

As soon as they arrived at the ground, everyone couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. The bare ground looked like there were leaves, and there seemed to be nothing...

It's not that Fang Zhengyi is really lying...

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

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

"That's right, Your Majesty is so wise that I admire you!"

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

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

With Emperor Jing's order, Fang Zheng initially ordered people to clear one acre of land and then circle the area.

Then he directed the farmers in the fields to start harvesting.

When it comes to harvesting, this group of farmers in Taoyuan County has already gained experience, and it is much easier to dig out sweet potatoes in the ground and just dig them out, which is much easier than ordinary grains.

The tools for measuring and measuring sweet potatoes have been prepared aside.

Dozens of people began to enter the fields and gently dug up in the ground. Then, fists-sized sweet potatoes in the ground were excavated and then thrown into the container.

As the land was constantly being turned open, looking around, the fruits buried between the floating soil seemed to appear layer by layer, and the sizes were not much different, and they were all the same as fists.

Fang Zheng shook his head when he saw it.

Failed! It was a real failure! This thing is a bit too bad, half the size of the sweet potato I remember.

In his previous life, he ate one of the roasted sweet potatoes sold in the gasoline barrel and rolled his eyes. He had just dug out these in the field. He thought that he could eat up to three, and Brother Biao could easily get ten in seconds.

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

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

All the officials also pointed at the ground and talked a lot. Everyone was very fresh about sweet potatoes.

Emperor Jing seemed to be unable to bear it and instructed Guo Tianyang, who was beside him to take Sheng Gu and weigh him in front of him.

Then Guo Tianyang directed several small eunuchs to carry the big plaque and the loaded utensils in the field, and began to put them on the weighing one by one for weighing them.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but start to be a little motivated...

In the previous life, the yield of sweet potatoes per mu was small, and the yield of highs was tens of thousands of kilograms.

Although Taoyuan County has no good land, it has already selected the best plots and fertilized them to cultivate the sweet potatoes.

At the critical moment, this primitive variety must not be bad. A thousand pounds are considered successful!

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

"Seventy-three pounds."

"Ninety-four jin."

Every time he weighs the weight, Guo Tianyang would shout out the numbers loudly.

Now all the officials and His Majesty are anxious, this is an excellent opportunity to show off.

Damn Fang Zhengyi, when he hit him and appeared beside His Majesty, he seemed to have become an invisible person. His Majesty asked him everything!

This opportunity must not be wasted.

Emperor Jing stood on the ridge of the field, listening to the constant resounding sounds in his ears, staring at the sweet potatoes and farmers in the field.

It is related to the people of the world and the future of the great scenery. He will never tolerate a slight fraud in the matter of prosperous potatoes! So you must keep a close eye on it!

Over the years, local officials have reported their achievements to the court countless times, especially those who like to make trouble for the people's words.

The news that crops with a yield of thousands of kilograms per mu and hundreds of kilograms per mu have not appeared in the court, but it always makes people feel disappointed.

In the end, only auspiciousness and auspicious signs remain... They are all flash in the pan, mirrors and water moon...

Today, this is the first time Emperor Jing has gone down to the field in person to see the so-called "auspiciousness". How many prosperous potatoes can be produced in 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 excavated places on the ground actually had such a lot of harvests... more, as long as there are more, it can surpass the yield of ordinary wheat...

"Three hundred pounds!!!"

Guo Tianyang screamed excitedly, a little sharper than usual, and such output has steadily exceeded the yield of wheat and rice.

It's over three hundred?

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked to Daxing and squeezed Guo Tianyang away.

Then the numbers were reported loudly.

"Three hundred and seventy-seven pounds!"

"Four hundred and seventy-nine pounds!"

“…….”

The guard who kept lifting the sweet potatoes upwards was already panting at this time, and sweat began to slide down his forehead.

Emperor Jing clenched his fists tightly, and he was so excited... It was already 479 pounds!

Not to mention the yield per mu of 800, even if it has reached the present, it is a great contribution.

One acre of land can be used as two acres of land, how many people can survive?

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

It is this unpretentious thing that can actually live countless people?

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