"Child, what did you just say this is called...? What is it?"

Ying Zheng stuffed a roasted potato into his mouth and asked vaguely.

"Potato!"

"This is what my master left for me before he left. The yield per mu is at least three thousand kilograms!"

Xiao Zhengtai said slightly proudly.

"What? Three thousand catties? Did I hear it correctly?"

"I guess not? I seem to have heard of three thousand catties!"

"We heard it right. The young master must have said it wrong. I think the young master should have said three hundred kilograms!"

…

Upon hearing this number, the ministers simply couldn't believe it.

In this era, a yield of three hundred kilograms per mu is considered high yield.

Three thousand kilograms directly subverted their cognition, and they didn't even dare to think about it!

"I'm right, it's three thousand catties. If the fertilizer and water are right and the land is fertile, it's possible to produce five thousand catties!"

Koshota emphasized again.

Click

Little Shota seemed to hear the sound of everyone’s jaws dropping to the ground!

"You just said...the potatoes I just ate can produce five thousand catties per mu?"

As the king of a country, Ying Zheng knew the importance of food.

Now that the Qin Dynasty has unified the six countries, there is no large-scale war for the time being, but the biggest shortage is still food!

If the yield of potatoes can really be 5,000 kilograms per mu, it will be a full twenty-fold increase.

Coupled with the Quyuan plow invented by this boy, not only can the people fill their stomachs and their families have surplus food, but it can also allow Da Qin to feed many more soldiers!

This guy just said that dried potatoes can be stored for a year, so you don’t have to worry about logistical supplies when you go to the battlefield in the future!

Even if you can't capture the city for a while, don't worry, I have plenty of food!

Even if it costs you money, you can still make the other party raise their hands and surrender!

"That's right! My master said so!"

Xiao Zhengtai nodded firmly.

"Then maybe these potatoes are grown in Daqin?"

"Yes!"

"Good boy, give me the seed quickly!"

"Isn't that what you just ate were seeds?"

"Forehead……!"

Ying Zheng was instantly petrified.

I can’t wait to spit out the potatoes I just swallowed!

That's a crop with a yield of 5,000 kilograms per mu, and it's just eaten by yourself?

He was so regretful that his intestines were blue!

"Your Majesty, there are a few more over there!"

The sharp-eyed minister noticed that there were still a few people near the fire and quickly reported them.

"Oh? There's more?"

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, and he seemed to see hope again.

"Do you think you can still grow roasted food?"

Little Shota showed an innocent smile and stared at everyone.

"Alas! What a pity!"

"The yield per mu is five thousand catties! Five thousand catties! It's just gone!"

Several senior officials in the court began to cry in distress.

Ying Zheng also had a sad face, feeling that he had become the sinner of the Qin Dynasty, and the high-yielding crops were ruthlessly eaten by him!

"Alas! If there are high-yielding potato seeds, I, Lao Zhang, are willing to pay any price for them!"

Zhang Han also showed a heartbroken expression to show his loyalty.

"How many kilograms do I still have in my backpack? What are Mr. Zhang's plans to exchange for it?"

"ah?"

When Xiao Zhengtai ran up to him happily, Zhang Han looked confused.

Didn’t it say they were all baked?

Why did I gain a few more pounds?

"This...this...?"

Zhang Han's face was full of bitterness.

"Child, are you telling the truth?"

Ying Zheng saw hope again.

"Of course it's true. I'm five and a half years old, and I'm not a two or three-year-old child. How could I eat all the seeds?"

"I just don't know what Mr. Zhang is going to do in exchange for it?"

The young lady raised her fingers towards Zhang Han.

"Uh...! The high yield of potatoes can make a huge contribution to the Qin Dynasty. I, Zhang Han, will do whatever I can. Young Master can make whatever conditions he wants. As long as I, Zhang Han, can do it, I will agree!"

I have no choice but to let myself be a bitch.

Zhang Han now wants to slap himself in the face!

I originally wanted to show my loyalty to Ying Zheng, but I didn’t expect that this baby girl had a backup plan!

On the other hand, if you think about it, it’s just a baby, so it’s probably not worth much.

A few skewers of candy will do the trick!

"I want the best house!"

However, after hearing Xiao Zhengtai's soft and waxy voice, Zhang Han was heartbroken.

He served as a Shaofu in the imperial court, ranking among the Ninth Minister, and he has built up a lot of wealth over the years!

This kid wants the best house for himself?

Why doesn't he want his old life?

"I'm talking about Lao Zhang, I remember that your youngest son was planning to get married a few days ago. It seems that you gave up half your life's wealth to buy a mansion for him. Isn't it time to take it out now?"

Wang Ben said happily.

"Forehead……"

Zhang Han rolled his eyes.

It’s really a matter of which pot should not be opened.

If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!

People who have just taken shit have no right to speak!

Now everyone's eyes are focused on him, especially Ying Zheng, eagerly waiting for his answer!

"Hey! That's right!"

"Young Master, what Da Qin needs most right now is food. I, Lao Zhang, will die for Da Qin! I am willing to give up my family home and exchange it with the Young Master!"

In desperation, Zhang Han had no choice but to say some high-sounding words and pretend to be generous.

"I want the best!"

"Don't worry, young master, it's definitely the best!"

Zhang Han nodded.

"Young Master Zhang is so benevolent and righteous!"

"It's Mr. Zhang who takes care of the overall situation!"

"We will all learn from Mr. Zhang in the future!"

…
To be continued...