Five hundred and ninety-four pounds, this number has already made most people present feel dizzy.

This is truly one acre is better than two acres!

However, the result has not yet been announced, and baskets of sweet potatoes are still being lifted onto the scale.

"Six hundred and twenty-two pounds!"

"Seven hundred and eighty pounds!"

"Nine hundred and ninety-one pounds!"

Emperor Jing's whole body began to tremble at this time.

Not 800 jins...not 800 jins! Fang Zhengyi underestimated it!

Looking at this momentum, breaking a thousand pounds is already a sure thing!

Emperor Jing took a sweet potato in one hand and rubbed it vigorously, as if holding a newborn son.

There was a breathtaking brilliance in his eyes.

The yield per mu is a thousand catties! The yield per mu is a thousand catties! If I had this thing, all the kings of Jingguo... no, all the kings in the world would be eclipsed in front of me!

This is an unparalleled achievement!

From today on, I will be the emperor of the ages! The sage of the ages...

Emperor Jing looked tremblingly towards the fields. The farmers in the fields were still digging the ground sweating profusely. Strings of sweet potatoes were being unearthed from the ground one after another, as if they were endless.

"One thousand one hundred and twenty three pounds!!!"

Among the crowd, Zhang Dongxiang suddenly knelt down in a daze. Looking at the sweet potatoes that were still being transported to the scale, he couldn't help but burst into tears and muttered something.

Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao on the side could not help but wipe their tears.

"God bless me with great scenery, God bless me with great scenery!" Someone couldn't help crying loudly.

This atmosphere quickly infected everyone.

What does it mean when the yield per mu exceeds 1,000 kilograms?

One acre of land can be used as three acres of land, and people around the world will no longer have to suffer from cold and exhaustion.

Everyone has food to eat... Is there any higher pursuit for a farming-based society than this?

The people of the world have been hungry for too long, and this painful memory has lasted for thousands of years, until today.

The fear of hunger is like a brand, deeply imprinted on everyone.

Every year, countless people die of hunger, and the people always look like a living corpse.

No one understands this more deeply than Fang Zhengyi.

In the early days, even though he had made great efforts, he still could not save the people around him who were starving to death one by one.

Especially since he was the county magistrate and the people's hopes were all focused on him, this painful memory was even more unforgettable.

"One thousand five hundred and twenty-seven pounds!!!"

Fang Zhengyi's voice also began to become high-pitched, and he couldn't help but be infected by the atmosphere around him.

This number has exceeded my expectations, but the progress of the work is still not over.

Such a scene made him unable to help but feel moved.

Emperor Jing's whole body was on fire!

He felt like lightning flashed through his body, and then his blood boiled. Such a strong experience, the feeling of relief that could only be experienced when he dominated the world, he could experience it again today in this small Taoyuan County.

Emperor Jing walked up to Fang Zhengyi excitedly, his steps even shaky, and stretched out a big hand to slap Fang Zhengyi hard on the shoulder.

"Sixteen hundred pounds!"

Frequent counting made Fang Zhengyi's voice a little hoarse.

The harvest in the fields has come to an end, and farmers are still rummaging through the fields for missing sweet potatoes for fear of affecting the final weighing.

But... everyone is already satisfied.

That’s it. It’s a worthwhile trip and will be unforgettable in this lifetime.

"One thousand, seven hundred and thirty-three pounds!"

The final results came out, and Fang Zhengyi was still conservative. What he told Emperor Jing was eight hundred catties, but now the harvest has almost exceeded one thousand catties.

Li Yansong fell to his knees with a thud and choked with sobs: "God bless my Dajing...Your Majesty...my Dajing will live forever..."

With so much food, not only would the people no longer have to suffer from hunger, but the imperial army and horses could even be expanded several times!

One acre of land exceeds the effect of five acres of land. This achievement alone is already far ahead of our ancestors!

"From today onwards, there will be no hunger in our country. This is all dependent on God's protection. Your Majesty is blessed!"

Fang Zheng took a breath, you old guy actually stole my lines?

Before he could open his mouth to add a few words.

The others all knelt down in the same pattern, crying and laughing, and rainbow farts spurted out.

Fang Zheng was dumbfounded at first sight, and then felt very angry.

You are a bunch of licking dogs, I look down on you!

Emperor Jing 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 opened his eyes again and looked at the basket of sweet potatoes in front of Fang Zhengyi, and said seriously: "How can this be eaten? Can it be used as a staple food?"

Fang Zheng nodded: "Yes! Not only can it be used as a staple food, but it can also be eaten in a variety of ways. It can be fried, steamed, or fried, and it is delicious. It is far more delicious than the yellow rice and brown rice that ordinary people eat!"

What kind of staple food is not staple food?

The people suffering from famine are not considered human beings. As long as they are not poisonous and can be digested, they are staple food!

However, although sweet potatoes taste good at first, if eaten for a long time, they may not be as good as yellow rice or brown rice. If you eat too much, you will feel nauseous...

But fortunately, the starch can also be made into sweet potato flour, so there is no problem in using it as a staple food!

Moreover, people's imagination is endless, and they can always come up with various combinations to create new flavors. Fang Zhengyi has no doubt about this.

Emperor Jing took a long breath after hearing this, and his heart kept surging with joy. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay! Fang Qing, I would like to dedicate this sacred object to you! With you, I have to worry a lot less. Okay! That's great!"

"

He picked up the sweet potato in the box and rubbed it again. He couldn't help but smell it: "This thing is really the most precious thing in the world... If I had known about this thing earlier, I would be willing to use all my money in exchange for this golden potato."

Fang Zhengyi was excited: "Really?"

"Um!?"

"..."

Damn! Hypocrisy!

Fang Zheng suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and became excited when he heard about the money. How rich the emperor is in private! I can't even imagine it!

Then he quickly said politely: "Your Majesty! Since we have witnessed the birth of this thing today, you might as well take some back and let everyone taste the taste of this prosperous potato."

Emperor Jing chuckled: "Okay! Okay! I'm looking forward to it. I'll take some of these golden potatoes and cook them, and bring the rest back to Huangzhuang! You are sending a few people back with me. All the land in Huangzhuang will be planted."

Get this!"

After saying that, he happily got into the car with his hands behind his back and two sweet potatoes in his hands.

Li Yuanzhao also walked towards Fang Zhengyi with an excited look on his face: "Old Fang! I really didn't expect it, this red..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Zhengyi quickly covered his mouth.

Good guy, did you let me know that my name is not in vain?

Then he pushed aside Li Yuanzhao, walked straight towards Li Miaohan, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, these Shengshi potatoes taste very sweet. If Your Highness likes to eat them later, I will send more to Mingluan Palace."

Li Yuanzhao shouted dissatisfiedly behind him: "I want to eat too! Why don't you send it to the East Palace!"

"Eat! Here you go! Eat big chunks!"
Chapter completed!