Because sweet potatoes grow underground, excessive yields will cause the fruits to squeeze into each other and stick together.
As soon as the hoe goes down, a nest will be dug up accidentally.
Cassava is different. Once the soil is dug and loosened, it can be lifted directly and most of it will not fall.
The vines of the sweet potatoes are too thin and can easily be torn when pulled, making it difficult to preserve the dug sweet potatoes.
So the servants and the farmers on the farm worked carefully and spent an hour digging out all the sweet potatoes.
What we dug today was just one acre chosen at random. There were at least more than ten acres of various grains in Fangjiazhuang. It was impossible to dig them all in one day.
To measure the yield today, first dig out an acre each and weigh it.
Even if there is a distance from the average yield per mu, it will not be much different. After all, the management conditions are the same and the land is not much different.
"The digging is almost over. We can start weighing. We will weigh the rest after the digging is completed. Your Majesty can't wait any longer." Fang Jue said with a smile.
"Then let's start weighing." Yan Lanfeng waved his hand, and the people from the tax clearance office came forward with big scales.
The clerks have a clear division of labor. Some cut off the excess vines; some break off the mud on the sweet potatoes; and some sift out the bad ones.
"There are still many that have been dug up." Zhuge Qingshan looked heartbroken.
"Don't worry, sir, this sweet potato is a little different. The seeds have been harvested a long time ago. There is no need to use the fruit for sowing." Fang Jue said.
Zhuge Qingshan nodded: "Then it'll be fine..."
Ye Hongyi asked in surprise: "Why are there so few insects in these cold potatoes?"
Only then did everyone pay attention to this.
Although the yield of the previous grains was high, there was also a lot of bad food, which made people feel distressed.
But there are very few sweet potatoes to be seen, as they are eaten by insects.
Naturally, everyone didn't know, so they had no choice but to look at the young master.
Fang Jue smiled and said: "You adults don't know. Except for the fruit, the whole plant of this sweet potato is poisonous and can prevent pests very well."
Jicama is simply the strongest food on land.
First of all, its yield is ridiculously high; secondly, it is poisonous, and the seeds are poisonous... but unfortunately, only the fruits are non-toxic and very delicious.
Comes with special effects against pests.
This person is so sensible, he is like a dream come true!
"I heard these cold potatoes are very delicious?" Qin Shiyi licked the corner of his mouth.
Ye Xuanfeng said proudly: "I have tasted it. It is very sweet. Eating it raw is better than many fruits and vegetables."
"Then we'll have to try it later..." Yan Lanfeng said with a smile.
Seeing this, Fang Jue said: "Fangjiazhuang has prepared today. Let's eat these grains and entertain all the adults for a reward."
"Young Master is so kind, who dares to refuse, haha..." Everyone laughed heartily.
In their eyes, they no longer care much about the yield of sweet potatoes.
Even if it's a little less, it doesn't matter. The amount of food before was frighteningly high.
However, as the weighing progressed, the director of the Tax Clearance Department looked at the temporary account book in his hand and his face was shocked again.
"What's wrong?" Yan Lanfeng asked.
The Prime Minister bowed and said, "Master Shangshu, is this... a bad one?"
"Huh?" Everyone looked over.
Shu Cheng looked at those numbers and only weighed half of them, and he was already shocked.
He suspected that the scale was broken, or that he had made a mistake when fiddling with it.
"You can't be wrong, sir. I've been weighing myself since I was a child." The little official in charge of the weighing said with a smile.
"Then..." Shu Cheng saw the ministers surrounding him.
Fang Jue looked at him with a smile: "Let's do the calculation after the weighing is over."
Mr. Zhang, who had fainted earlier, also recovered and came over to thank Fang Jue in person.
After some polite greetings, the sweet potatoes in this acre of land were dug out.
"Young Master, Chief Assistant, gentlemen... the results are out."
…
With another shovel, Wang Book couldn't wait and knelt down under the emperor's chariot.
"The king's book pays homage to your majesty!"
"Your name is Wang Book? I have remembered it. How many kilograms of jicama are there? Tell me quickly!"
Wang Book took a deep breath. He was not trying to show off, but when he heard this number, he was shocked.
He said: "Your Majesty... the yield of sweet potato is very high. This acre yields more than 8,900 kilograms!"
"What?" Mo Yuan almost staggered. After decades of cultivation, he could no longer control his emotions.
The emperor trembled even more, holding the edge of the dragon chariot with one hand, and took several breaths to stabilize his mind.
"Mo... Mo Yuan, did I hear you correctly?" Xiao Pingsi's ears were ringing, and his mind was buzzing, hoping to get verification from Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan nodded: "Your Majesty, it's eight thousand nine hundred kilograms..."
The king and his ministers looked at each other and burst into tears.
Wang Book had also cried a long time ago, and now his eyes filled with tears again.
We have a good emperor!
"In my Daxia, no one will ever go hungry again!" Xiao Pingsi swore a great oath.
With these high-yield grains, if the people of Daxia are still suffering from hunger, then the imperial court is really incompetent!
After your death, how can you face your ancestors?
"No more, Your Majesty, no one will go hungry anymore, no more mobs!" Mo Yuan said excitedly.
Wang Bo bowed, stood up and left. He could not see the emperor crying.
"Young Master..." At this moment, Wang Book felt that even if he stayed as a farmer in Fangjiazhuang for the rest of his life, it would not be aggrieved, it would even be quite an honor!
…
"I would like to congratulate Your Majesty and congratulate Daxia."
"Qin Shiyi, the imperial censor of Zuodu... congratulates your majesty!"
"Long live your Majesty, long live long live..."
"...Young Master's achievements have shocked the past and the present. I hope your Majesty will treat him kindly..."
"God has mercy on me, Daxia. I am a wise master and a divine being!"
Today's memorial has become all singing.
Xiao Pingsi sat next to the royal desk in the Yangju Palace, feeling extremely beautiful in his heart.
If everyone chanted like this on weekdays, he would definitely feel that he had been cheated, and these civil servants were trying to flatter him and deceive him.
But today is different, very different!
If anyone doesn't come to the memorial today to join in the celebration, Xiao Pingsi will definitely give him something good to eat!
"Your Majesty, today all the officials have come together to report the joy of the new grain." Wang Feng expressed his joy at the side.
"I would also like to congratulate Your Majesty."
"Hmph... a bunch of guys who are not doing their job properly, isn't there anything serious happening today? They all report good news but not bad news!" Xiao Pingsi snorted.
Wang Feng couldn't help but laugh, knowing that His Majesty said this deliberately.
"There are also people who didn't report the good news." Wang Feng said.
Xiao Pingsi looked slightly unhappy: "Who is so upright and doesn't follow the crowd?"
"This is Young Master, Master Fang Jue."
Xiao Pingsi rolled his eyes at Wang Feng, knowing that he, the manager, was deliberately joking again.
"Young Master has known about the output for a long time. To him, it's just another look. There's nothing exciting about it."
Wang Feng smiled and nodded: "Your Majesty is right...but there are still people who did not send a congratulatory memorial."
"This is the list compiled by the cabinet..."
With that said, Wang Feng walked over, took a look, pulled out a list from under the pile of memorials, and handed it to the emperor.
Xiao Pingsi glanced away and said coldly:
"hehe……"
He said: "Wang Feng, go and deliver the decree. I want to grant amnesty to the whole world."
"Your Majesty?" Wang Feng looked at the emperor in shock.
Xiao Pingsi said: "Go?"
"Oh...according to the decree..." Wang Feng was really shocked. Amnesty to the world requires a special time.
Generally speaking: after enthroning the throne, the emperor’s life span will be extended, the queen mother’s life span will be extended, and the birthdays of the first emperor and the queen mother will be integer...
Only at these times can the world be granted amnesty.
But now, the emperor actually wants to grant amnesty to the whole world at a time when there is no special day?
Wang Feng didn't expect that the emperor would show such great dignity.
"Humph..." After Wang Feng left and there was no one in the hall, Xiao Pingsi took out a pamphlet from his arms.
Then he copied the names on the list into a small notebook...