He wanted to hint that Ye Linger missed Fang Jue, but Fang Jue deliberately mentioned King Qin.
This made the old man even more depressed.
Whether it was Fang Jue or King Qin, Ye Ling'er originally had a chance, and it could be said that it was an opportunity that soared into the sky.
However, it was all destroyed by her own coquettish manipulation.
"I heard that Miss Ling'er has been in a bad mood recently. She broke a lot of things at home... After all, the Ye family is deeply favored by the emperor. Old Duke, please be careful and don't let her break the things given by the emperor...
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Fang Jue felt a little gloating about his misfortune, even without concealing it.
Ye Xuanfeng was a little stunned. He didn't expect that the world's geniuses could be so stingy.
Such a great talent should be more generous and not be so petty if he suffers a little loss, right?
The layout is a bit low.
"Sir, don't worry. According to the rules, Ling'er cannot use the things given by the emperor." Ye Xuanfeng said casually.
The Ye family still cares about this kind of regulatory matters and will not let anyone take advantage of it.
Fang Jue nodded, he planned to anger Ye Xuanfeng again.
This old man has no cardiovascular or cerebrovascular emergencies and can be stimulated.
"Your Majesty came down that day and saw sweet potatoes and cassava. I originally had something to show him, but His Majesty was too shocked at the time... I was afraid of frightening him, so I didn't dare to say anything more."
Fang Jue looked at Ye Xuanfeng: "It's the right time for the old prince to come today. The stuff is just ready to be harvested. Let's go dig one and try it."
"What are you digging for?" Ye Xuanfeng felt bad.
But from what Fang Jue means, it seems that there are more yielding grains?
Noriichi handed over a hoe.
Ye Xuanfeng took it and followed Fang Jue towards the core of Fangjiazhuang.
He saw a piece of land, at least three acres or more, planted with something. The color could not be seen under the moonlight, but it was probably green.
"There's nothing here?" Ye Xuanfeng said.
"Underground."
Fang Jue walked over, dug a hoe under a nest of canes, and brought up a piece of soil.
After a few more hoes, several huge fruits were dug out of the ground.
"It's bigger than that sweet potato!" Ye Xuanfeng was shocked. The yield of this thing is probably higher.
Fang Jue said: "This thing is called cold potato. It has a thin skin and is easy to peel. It is juicy and sweet... It can be used for cooking, fruit, or as a staple food."
Jicama is generally not used as a staple food.
But there was once a famine, and we managed to survive by relying on jicama, so it can also be said that it is a staple food.
Fang Jue peeled off a small one and handed it to the old Duke:
"Taste it?"
The old man was not polite. He took the cold potato and took a bite. Then his eyes lit up:
“Very delicious!”
This food can be eaten raw and does not even need to be cooked. This... in special times, this is better than all current staple foods!
Ye Xuanfeng instantly understood the information: "If it is used as military rations... you can stop lighting the fire for a short period of time to facilitate surprise attacks!"
Fang Jue nodded. As long as the sweet potato is dug out with soil, the skin will not be damaged without washing, and it can be stored for a long time.
"The old man is worthy of being a military man. This product can indeed be used in this way, but if left for a long time, it will lose moisture and taste."
As a grain, jicama has an undeniable disadvantage, that is, its storage time is not as good as other staple grains.
But if it is used for cooking, its shelf life is too long.
"It's sweet and refreshing, and it's big enough to fill your stomach. It seems like the yield should be higher than that of sweet potatoes and cassava?"
Ye Xuanfeng looked at Fang Jue: "Sir, is the yield of this sweet potato considered a secret?"
Fang Jue nodded: "Forget it, but it's okay to tell the old prince. You have dedicated your life to the country, so you won't leak the secret."
"That's natural." Ye Xuanfeng wanted to know urgently, and he did not hesitate to use his own reputation as a guarantee.
Fang Jue smiled and stretched out a finger.
"Only a thousand pounds?" Ye Xuanfeng was a little disappointed.
Fang Jue shook his head: "It's more than ten thousand kilograms..."
The yield of cold potatoes is so terrifying!
Fang Jue also said that he was being conservative. If he really thought about it, even under the current conditions, the yield per mu could reach more than 12,000 kilograms.
Of course, it must be planted according to Fang Jue's method, and the old slash-and-burn method must be improved.
"One, ten thousand catties..."
Ye Xuanfeng held the cold potato stalks in his hand and couldn't help but marvel and even tremble.
A kind of grain with a yield of 10,000 kilograms per acre, which can even be used as a staple food... There is no need to explain the meaning of this.
"Rice...the average yield per mu calculated by the Ministry of Household Affairs this year is only...four hundred and seventy kilograms..."
This is a good year!
A difference of more than twenty times!
Even if the nutritional value of jicama is slightly worse than that of rice, the difference is not even ten to eight times.
Ye Xuanfeng's simple old farmer's thoughts told him that Daxia had found a treasure!
"Sir, you are so calm, you really have a far-sighted vision." Ye Xuanfeng smiled bitterly. He looked at him as if he was looking at a country bumpkin.
He was not angry, but felt that he should repair his relationship with Fang Jue.
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Duke Ye Guo left, taking the sweet potatoes that Fang Jue had given him, and left first.
In the morning of the second day, Ye Guogong recovered from his long illness and went to court for the first time.
After the dynasty was dismissed, the old Duke asked to see the emperor and went to the imperial study room...bringing the jelly beans.
The royal study quickly became noisy.
"What!?"
"The yield per mu is ten thousand catties!?"
"Old Duke, I'm afraid you've lost your mind. How could it be possible..." Xiao Pingsi felt that the old man might not have recovered from his illness.
Ten thousand kilograms, even Mr. Fang dare not brag like that!
Ye Xuanfeng said: "I went to Fangjiazhuang last night. Mr. Fang invited me to eat cold potatoes and told me the yield of this product..."
"Then... I went there that day, why didn't he tell me!?"
"Mr. Fang said that His Majesty was very excited that day and he was afraid of scaring His Majesty."
"this……"
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Fangjiazhuang.
classroom.
King Qin came early, and as soon as the court was over, he even ignored the errands arranged by His Majesty and hurriedly came to class.
He couldn't wait to know the follow-up lessons and looked forward to how many mysteries there were in this world.
But when the teacher came, he realized that he didn't bring a globe.
The textbook is not the same as yesterday.
"Teacher, we won't teach geography today?"
"Well, I'll teach you math today."
Fang Jue handed the textbook he compiled to King Qin.
King Qin: "Sir, mathematics is arithmetic?"
"Almost."
"Then I've learned it too, sir, let's talk about geography..."
Fang Jue glanced at him jokingly: "Your Highness, are you sure you have learned it?"
"Teacher, I'm not just a disciple. Since I was a child, my math scores have been among the best among all the princes and even the entire Imperial College!"
King Qin was very confident and even said: "Masters all say that I have talent. If I were not a prince, I could be the heir to a numeracy master!"
"Yeah?"
Fang Jue raised his eyes slightly, took the chalk from the small box on the podium, turned around and wrote a linear equation of two variables on the rough blackboard.
"Come on, genius, come up and solve it."
King Qin's eyes widened. When Fang Jue wrote the first character, he realized that he was going to be beaten again.
"Sir, what...symbol is this?"
The King of Qin wanted to say ghost-drawing talismans, but he was afraid of being beaten by a ruler, so he changed his mind decisively.
Fang Jue said calmly: "Mathematics is a very difficult and inscrutable thing. This is just the entry level... You also need to learn these symbols. If you don't have any talent and can't understand them yourself, you should let me explain them?"
King Qin decisively gave in and said, "Sir, please give me some advice!"
He finally understood that he couldn't pretend in front of the teacher, otherwise the teacher would really lose face.
"Mathematics is the foundation of all things. What you have to learn is beyond your imagination. Don't be proud of what you have learned in the past. It is not real mathematics."
"Yes, teacher!" King Qin was shocked. The teacher actually disdained the mathematics department of the Imperial College. If this spread, I'm afraid the master would come knocking on his door.
"Then learn the first step... learn how to write numbers simply. This is also your homework today."
Fang Jue felt that it was time to give King Qin some homework.
