After Fang Jue left, the two people in the dungeon felt astonished.
Especially Bai Qing.
"Brother Bai, I'll put the banknotes here. I'll pick them up later. I hope you can show your sincerity."
Mo Yuan walked out of the cell, and the jailer locked the door knowingly.
He also wanted to send off the young master. The young master's words today really made Mo Yuan's blood boil.
"I, Xi Chu, can't really compare to Xia Guo?"
In the bluestone cell, Bai Qing looked at the small window that was the only light transmitting, and for the first time he began to doubt.
…
After sending Fang Jue away, the palace summoned Mo Yuan and he went.
"I have given the list given by Bai Qing to the Xuanjian Division. I hope I can gain something from it." Mo Yuan said without any hope.
Indeed, as Bai Qing said, after he was arrested, the news must have been leaked, and those people would have probably escaped long ago.
The emperor obviously didn't care about this, he said: "Bai Qing is not dead yet?"
"Your Majesty, he doesn't seem to want to die."
"Then let him live and join the Xuanjian Division to take over Xiao Luoye's vacancy." Xiao Pingsi said calmly.
Mo Yuan smiled and said: "Since Xi Chu has taken over Yue Pingchuan, we will instigate rebellion against the deputy master of their Overlord Palace, and we can collect some interest first!"
The emperor smiled and said nothing, that was exactly what he had in mind.
It is said that the Xia Kingdom cannot retain talents, and even the brother of the chief minister has become a minister in a foreign country.
How could I not slap this face back?
While reviewing the memorial, the emperor asked again: "Mr. Fang, what did you say to that Bai Qing?"
"Your Majesty, Mr. Fang is really..."
Immediately, Mo Yuan told Fang Jue what he said in the Imperial Guard Prison.
"Okay!" The emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, "Well said!"
"It seems that Mr. Fang has done some research a long time ago and is very familiar with the situation in various countries." Wang Feng chuckled.
Xiao Pingsi: "Mr. Fang has his own problems."
Several people nodded.
After a while, Xiao Pingsi asked: "Have the crops in Fangjiazhuang been harvested?"
…
People from the Ministry of Revenue and the Tax Clearance Office came early in the morning.
All the men from Fangjiazhuang gathered in the field.
The autumn harvest is here.
Except for the winter department, all should be collected and measured, so as to give an explanation to the emperor.
The previous production was boasted to be high, but whether it is to this extent depends on today's measurement.
There are a lot of things in the household department, but today Yan Lanfeng came in person.
"Young Master, are you sure?" Yan Lanfeng was a little nervous.
Before he knew it, Fang Jue had boasted about Haikou's boasted production in front of the emperor.
If the harvest is harvested today and cannot be weighed to produce such a yield, then the emperor's favor will become a steel knife.
There is no escaping the crime of deceiving the emperor.
Fang Jue glanced at the farmers busy in the fields. The director of the tax clearance department had changed again. The previous Yang Qi had died long ago.
Today's Shu Cheng looks much more pleasing to the eye. He is a middle-aged man who looks very honest and serious.
"Look, I think I said too little."
Seeing the grain piled up in various fields, officials from all over the capital gathered around to watch.
There are also some famous people selected from the common people and put here to witness with their own eyes.
If the emperor wants to promote new grain varieties, he must convince the people, otherwise they will not be willing to plant something unknown in the fields of their ancestors.
Although you can force the order, if there are obstacles in your heart, you will definitely not take good care of the crops, and the yield will not increase.
"Young Master, I see that there is already a lot of grain. Even if the yield is not as mentioned before, it is several times more than rice...Young Master can rest assured." Yan Lanfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
The Fireworks Bureau has already started selling them, and they have started selling them in the past few days, and people buy them up every day. It is really a good business.
Fang Jue's brain was so good that Yan Lanfeng regarded him as the God of Wealth, so naturally he couldn't bear to have anything happen to him.
Fang Jue shook his head: "The output will only be more, not less."
"That's good...Hey, young master, look over there, are those jicama, so many of them dug out in one acre of land?"
Under the pergola.
Fang Jue looked over and said calmly: "Master Yan, only half of the acre of sweet potato field has been dug."
"What?"
Yan Lanfeng was shocked and sent someone to check. When he came back, he told him that it was only half of it.
"It's at least four to five thousand kilograms. Look at how stacked it is... and there's still half of it. Young Master, it's impossible for this cold potato to really yield ten thousand kilograms per mu, right?"
Yan Lanfeng glared.
"Look, what is that? Why is it only half dug and only that much?"
"Oh my god, is that jicama?"
"Lord Chief Assistant..."
Today is Xiu Mu, but the emperor asked to work overtime, so everyone came to Fangjiazhuang to see the grain harvest.
Sweet potatoes, cassava, corn, potatoes...
The output of these things has been horribly high.
But none of them can compare to the cold potato, that thing is really shocking and terrifying.
"Father..." Zhuge Yong was also present. As an official appointed by the Musket Bureau, he was naturally qualified to be present.
Zhuge Qingshan waved his hand to signal him not to speak. He was still immersed in the joy of harvest.
"Oh my god..."
Fortunately, there were many people working, and within half an hour, the one acre of cornfield selected as the experimental field was finally harvested.
And the weighing was completed in public.
"How much production?" Everyone came over and asked.
The director of the tax clearance office swallowed his saliva and said: "Rough calculation, it's more than 2,100 kilograms..."
"What?" Everyone was ecstatic.
Corn planting is not too intensive, and other crops such as sweet potatoes can also be planted in the gaps between the corns.
But even so, there are more than 2,000 kilograms of corn, which is a terrifying output.
But Fang Jue reminded: "Excluding the cobs of corn, it is only edible grain, and it will not exceed 1,200 kilograms."
This is still in Fangjiazhuang, with professional planting technology and good fertilizers.
If other people planted it, it would be considered good if they could get 800 kilograms of corn.
"Even if the skin of the stick is removed, the output is amazing!" All the officials were shocked and filled with joy.
Zhuge Qingshan handed over his hand: "Young Master really sent a divine weapon to me, Daxia!"
"Don't forget, this corn can be grown for two seasons!"
"Who says it's not the case? People's lives can be better..."
"This food can be kept secret, at least until we are rich, so that the other six countries will not be able to enjoy the benefits."
Officials came over one after another to congratulate Fang Jue, either sincerely or trying to show their familiarity.
After returning the gift, my hands felt sore.
Fang Jue waved his hand: "My lords, let's marvel at it later, it's still early."
Corn...among these grains, it has the lowest yield.
The emperor, who was far away on the wall of Jinling City, building a pavilion and overlooking Fangjiazhuang, was also looking forward to this matter.
Not long after, a man from the Xuanjian Division, dressed in peasant clothes, came to report:
"Your Majesty, the corn yield per mu has been estimated."
"How much?!" Xiao Pingsi pointed at him and asked quickly. He was afraid that everything would be disillusioned and that Fang Jue was fooling him.
But after hearing that number, Xiao Pingsi laughed loudly.
"Two thousand one hundred pounds!?"
"Hahaha……"
"Your Majesty, if you want to remove the skin, the young master said that the maximum weight is one thousand, eleven or two hundred pounds."
"That's enough, reward!" The emperor was happy and threw the jade he was playing with to the messenger.
"Explore again."
…
After all, the people in the household department and the farmers in Fangjiazhuang are limited.
Corn is easy to cut, but other grains must be harvested carefully.
In fact, many grains are not harvested at the same time, but it is almost the same.
The emperor had been waiting for too long and he couldn't wait any longer. Fang Jue also wanted to give him an explanation so as not to have any doubts in his heart.
Sweet potatoes are divided into two seasons, and Fangjiazhuang only had time to plant one, and it was not yet harvest time.
"Fang Jue, you are going to go down in history!" Ye Hongyi was beside Fang Jue. The emperor sent her here today to protect Fang Jue personally.
I am afraid that someone will stab me when there are many people.
Fang Jue smiled and said: "We all want to leave our names in history."
Ye Hongyi blushed. She knew what Fang Jue meant. Once Fang Jue was immortalized, he would naturally be able to leave his name as a family member.
"Young Master," someone from the Ministry of Revenue reported in the distance, "Master Ye, except for the cold potatoes, we have dug almost an acre of land and have started to clear it."
"Then let's go over." Fang Jue stood up from the pergola, took a piece of watermelon and handed it to Ye Hongyi, and then took another piece and ate it.
Wherever he went, all the officials gave way, only Zhuge Qingshan greeted him.
"Young Master, you are truly a divine farmer descending to earth!" Zhuge Qingshan admired sincerely.
Fang Jue shook his head and said with a smile: "Sir, Shennong doesn't know how to play with a musket, does he?"
"Haha, that's true..." Zhuge Qingshan laughed and patted Fang Jue on the shoulder.
Then, to everyone's surprise, the two of them walked arm in arm to the edge of the field where potatoes were being weighed.
The director of the Tax Clearance Department was holding a booklet and looking at the small numbers written down one by one.
I thought it would be a good idea...
There are still some that have not been weighed yet, but have already exceeded the yield of corn per mu.
