"A thousand pounds?"

Zhao Lang nodded, okay.

What is the typical yield of potatoes?

As far as Zhao Lang knows, there was a yield of ten thousand catties per mu in his previous life!

Those who weigh three to four thousand pounds are all lazy people.

But the potatoes of today cannot be compared with the potatoes of the previous life, which were cultivated and selected through various technologies.

One thousand kilograms is already pretty good.

Moreover, Mr. Tian and others have been recording and observing.

When the time comes to figure out the various growth habits of potatoes, and then select the best from the best when selecting seeds, the future yield will naturally increase gradually.

For now, this result is already very good.

At least Zhao Lang looked at the stunned people in the field and knew that everyone was still very satisfied.

"Dad, let's not sit still and collect the food first."

Zhao Lang said with a smile.

"Yes, yes! Gongzilang is right!"

Zhao Gao said hurriedly.

As he spoke, he hugged the potatoes around him.

"Uncle Zhao, don't be so excited, this food can't escape."

Zhao Lang said with a smile, and then helped Zhao Gao up.

Zhao Gao looked a little embarrassed.

But no one laughed at him, and everyone's situation is not much better now.

Even Tian Lao and Wang Jian, two experienced old men, were holding a few potatoes tremblingly.

They have seen too much and understand what this means better than these people.

It was Qin Shihuang who came to his senses first and said,

"Gather up all the grain, and don't leave any grain behind."

"Go back to Zhuangzi first."

Soon, everyone took action.

It also made Zhao Lang know what it means to dig three feet into the ground.

Although he said, potatoes can't grow that deep.

But these people just turned a deaf ear.

It wasn't until the field no longer needed a plow that everyone stopped.

Under the protection of the young people, he returned to Zhuangzi.

Qin Shihuang took Tudou directly to his room.

Zhao Lang couldn't stop him, so all the work in the cellar vacated by Zhuangzi was in vain.

After putting the potatoes away, Qin Shihuang asked Wang Jian, Zhao Gao and Li Si to stay, and then said to Zhao Lang,

"Lang'er, dad will take these potatoes away."

Zhao Lang's heart moved slightly, but his face frowned and he said,

"Dad, why are you taking these potatoes? The eight hundred acres of land at home are just enough for planting."

Qin Shihuang shook his head and said,

"This grain is different from other crops. If you plant it on 800 acres of land together, it will be easily discovered. It's still too unsafe here,"

Zhao Lang's brows suddenly furrowed even deeper, and he said with a somewhat worried look,

"But what should we do? We only have so much space at home."

When Qin Shihuang heard this, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he was thinking about Tudou, so he said directly without thinking deeply,

"It doesn't matter. I have several villages in the north. The place is large, the land is fertile, and there are not many people there."

"Just right for growing potatoes."

Zhao Lang's eyes lit up and he said, Dad must have Zhuangzi outside.

So he quickly said,

"Dad, I think what you said makes sense."

"But most people are not familiar with this new crop, and my farmers can take care of them."

"Well! I have an idea. Why don't I just ask the farmers to plant it?"

"Then it's settled!"

"Dad, please wait a moment. I'll call Uncle Fu. Let's take a closer look at Zhuangzi's situation."

After Zhao Lang finished speaking, he left without giving Qin Shihuang a chance to respond.

Qin Shihuang looked at Zhao Lang's busy figure and couldn't help but nodded with relief.

Show a smile and say to others,

"Look, Lang'er makes people worry-free. All these things have been thought out."

"Huh, if other people could be like Lang'er, it would be much easier for me."

After Qin Shihuang finished speaking, several people in the room did not reply.

Everyone's expressions were a little strange.

Qin Shihuang was stunned for a moment and said,

"What's wrong with you? But what's wrong?"

Everyone wanted to speak but stopped.

"Wu Chenghou, please tell me."

Qin Shihuang said.

Wang Jian looked solemn and said,

"Old minister, I congratulate Your Majesty on the new grain."

Qin Shihuang nodded,

"This is indeed cause for celebration."

But Zhao Gao and Li Si still looked constipated.

Qin Shihuang frowned. He had no intention of beating around the bush with these people and said directly to Zhao Gao,

"Zhao Gao! What's wrong with you!"

Zhao Gao shook his body, showed a smile and said,

"Your Majesty, you just seemed to have given those villages in the north to Young Master Lang."

"When will I..."

Qin Shihuang was stunned before he finished speaking.

What he said sounded a bit familiar.

In the end, Qin Shihuang could only smile and shake his head.

"This kid..."

Those Zhuangzi in the north have made considerable profits.

Of course, it's nothing compared to potatoes.

At this moment, Zhao Lang walked in with Uncle Fu and said enthusiastically,

"Dad, Uncle Fu is here, we have to move faster."

"While the weather is still cool, plant another wave."

Zhao Gao looked at Qin Shihuang.

Qin Shihuang waved his hand, and Zhao Gao went out to call for people to hand over Zhuangzi.

Just when the room was bustling with activity.

The village where Mr. Tian and others were located was a little quiet.

"Mr. Tian, ​​what's wrong with you? It's a good harvest today, why don't you seem so happy?"

Xu Yue lay comfortably on the recliner made by Zhao Lang and asked.
To be continued...