Everyone around them widened their eyes. Dou Jing's eyes almost popped out of his head. He was breathing rapidly and his hands were shaking. He first took the steel scale and inspected it carefully. It was indeed the most standard steel scale and weight produced by the Ministry of Industry.
There was also the seal of the Ministry of Industry on it, which was absolutely untrue. Then he instructed the officials from Sinong Temple who followed him to clean the soil from the sweet potatoes bit by bit, and then weighed them meticulously one by one.
There is no mistake at all, a total of seven hundred kilograms.
This jaw-dropping number was once again confirmed, and the crowd burst into earth-shattering cheers!
How is it possible to have such a high output?
The corn had already amazed everyone, even His Majesty the Emperor was shocked, but now the sweet potatoes are even more unbelievable than the corn.
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
Dou Jing's white beard trembled with excitement. The word "auspicious" could no longer describe his shock at this moment. He thought that this was a miracle that could only be achieved by gods descending to earth.
He took three steps at a time and came to Fang Jun. He grabbed Fang Jun's hand and said with trembling lips: "Fang Shaobao! Erlang! Let's find a place to discuss how to write this memorial."
As for how other Guanlong nobles felt because of this, he had no time to care.
Dou Jing was completely stunned by the sweet potato yield of 700 kilograms per acre. He didn't even think about what was reserved or what camp. He just wanted to participate in the advent of these new foods as a chief official, and in this way, he could win the emperor's favor.
Awarded, and famous throughout history.
Fang Jun had a smile on his face and nodded repeatedly: "Of course, we have to be good at deliberation. Being able to achieve such a great achievement under the leadership of the prince is really lucky for us as ministers."
His words set the tone for this matter. If you want to share the credit, you must acknowledge the prince's dominant position, otherwise there will be no need to discuss anything.
Dou Jing knew very well what such a meritorious service meant to himself and the entire Dou family. He didn't want to care about other people's feelings. He nodded firmly and said: "The prince's kindness inspired God, and that's why such gods came to the world.
Saving hundreds of millions of living beings and making our people of the Tang Dynasty no longer suffer from hunger. These merits are enough to compare with the Three Emperors and surpass the Five Emperors. We follow the prince to achieve this feat, and we are honored!"
Fang Jun looked at Li Tai again and asked, "What do you think, Your Highness?"
Li Tai's eyelids twitched, he looked at the piles of sweet potatoes, bent down to pick up a piece, and looked up at Fang Jun: "Can it be eaten?"
Fang Jun said: "Raw food tastes better than corn."
Li Tai lifted up the hem of his clothes and wiped the soil on the sweet potato, then put it in his mouth and took a sip. A stream of sweet liquid burst out, making a clicking sound. It was sweet, refreshing and extremely delicious.
After swallowing this big mouthful of sweet potato, Li Tai wiped his mouth and said: "This matter has nothing to do with me. Please don't involve me, otherwise I will never be done with you!"
After saying that, he took another hard bite.
He can naturally see how important corn and sweet potatoes are to the Tang Dynasty and the people of the Tang Dynasty. As long as he can participate in it, he will gain unparalleled and huge reputation, which is almost a benefit given to him by Fang Junbai.
But is it really free?
Absolutely impossible.
Just thinking about being involved in the fight for the heir apparent and having to side with the prince to fight against the young slaves made him feel uncomfortable.
Although I was very dissatisfied with the young slave jumping out to compete for the throne and ignoring brotherhood, in the end he was also his biological brother. When the two armies faced each other, it only mattered whether they won or lost. Whoever won and who lost would be the tragedy of the Li Tang royal family.
It's better to stay away from it, out of sight, out of sight...
Fang Jun didn't force him, he had to be willing to do this kind of thing. The melons won't be sweet if they are forced, and they might be hated by others, so he nodded and said: "In that case, Dou Siqing will order the sweet potatoes to be eaten later."
The yield per acre is brought to the palace to inform His Majesty, and a few pieces of sweet potatoes are brought with him so that His Majesty can have a taste. The rest of the corn and sweet potatoes will be sealed in the warehouse until the spring of next year, and a batch of suitable fields will be selected in Guanzhong.
We will vigorously cultivate and strive to have enough seeds to plant throughout the country the year after next."
Dou Jing followed Shan Ruliu: "Everything is arranged by Erlang, and I will never have any objections."
Not to mention that this credit was given to him in vain by Fang Jun, but as far as agricultural attainments are concerned, no one can match him when looking at the Tang Dynasty, especially his creation of seedling cultivation methods and sophisticated grafting techniques, which are unparalleled in the world.
, compared to this, Sinong Qing himself is simply a layman...
At this moment, he could only agree with any suggestion made by Fang Jun.
After all, as long as the prince's name is added to the memorial, he will part ways with the Guanlong nobles in the future. For his own sake, he has to hug the prince's thigh tightly, and as the prince's number one "thug", Fang Jun is even more
A noble man whom he must not offend.
Immediately, Fang Jun arranged for people to transport the corn and sweet potatoes back to the village. The corn needed to be dried and then re-selected after threshing. The sweet potatoes were directly put into the cellar to maintain humidity, and they would be cultivated next spring.
Put it into the sand to germinate, cut off the bud eyes and then plant.
When we returned to Zhuangzi, the whole Zhuangzi was full of people.
Several sheds have been erected in the yard in front of the door. The cooks in the village and the cooks in the restaurants in the market town have all been gathered together to build several Bagua stoves with green bricks. The coke inside is burning red and vigorously, one bite at a time.
Place a large pot on it and bring the water to a boil.
A group of black pigs were tied up and placed not far from the shed. The butcher slaughtered the pigs with a sharp knife. He poured boiling water on the dead pigs and scraped off the pig hair with a scraper to reveal the white and tender pig skin. Then he opened it with a sharp knife.
The belly was cut into two pieces, and the fat pig was cut into two parts. The blade went in and out along the bone seams. In a short time, it was decomposed into pork ribs, elbows, tenderloin and other pieces of pork. The ribs were also picked out, and the internal organs were also removed.
Keep it clean.
More than ten or twenty cooks came to the battle together, and pieces of meat were thrown into the pot for cooking. Instantly, the aroma of meat filled the entire village. There were many women behind them carrying kitchen knives and changing all kinds of vegetables into knives. It was a busy time of farming.
The pig-killing feast was prepared in an orderly manner.
Dou Jing followed Fang Jun to the entrance of Zhuangzi. Seeing such a lively scene, Dou Jing couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I have lived for such a long time, and I have traveled all over the country and seen a lot, but the atmosphere in Guizhuang is harmonious, and everyone is united.
But it’s unique.”
Fang Jun didn't take it seriously and said casually: "The master is not stingy with money and silk, and the servants are not stingy with physical strength. Naturally, everyone from top to bottom is united, and wealth and honor are right."
Li Tai sighed: "The truth is very simple, but how many people in the world can do it? The master always tries his best to save more money, but the servants cheat and cheat to save some strength, and they are suspicious of each other.
It’s the commonality of people.”
Fang Jun smiled, unable to refute.
The reason why Lishan Farm is completely different from those farms in the Tang Dynasty, and even incompatible with it, is because of the unique "production team model". This model will explode with strong productivity in the early stage, making everyone have a sense of "ownership"
"Feelings, try your best to create more wealth.
But everyone is selfish and lazy. After a period of time, the freshness of the spirit has diminished, and people will find that they have put in more or less effort, but in fact it has no impact on Zhuangzi. Personal
The power among the masses seems to be negligible, so the situation of "squandering foreign workers" will appear.
One or two people cheating and cheating will naturally not affect the overall situation, but when others find out that someone is lazy, their enthusiasm is bound to be dampened, and then more and more people join the trend of "working for foreigners".
The natural outcome is that the "big pot of rice" is knocked to the ground, and no one gets to eat...
This is a complex sociological issue, and a thorough study is enough to support an entire discipline. Fang Jun could not go into it further. He just smiled and said: "Let's have a few drinks together later. We won't go home until we are drunk."
Dou Jing nodded repeatedly: "Just this kind of atmosphere makes people feel happy. It is a great joy in life to sing songs to express one's ambitions and accompany them with good wine!"
Li Tai sneered twice and said: "Even if Dou Siqing has never had a drink with this guy at the same table, I'm afraid that when Dou Siqing is supported by his subordinates and returns to the house without knowing anyone else, he will be hungover for three days without waking up.
I wish I could bang my head against a pillar to relieve my drunkenness, and never say anything pleasant again."
He had always known Fang Jun's drinking capacity, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that "he drank all the time in Guanzhong". An old and frail guy like Dou Jing might not be able to withstand even one round and would have to go home sideways.
Dou Jing, however, didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "I won't drink when I'm drunk. Is it possible that I can still open my mouth and pour wine into it? Haha, I know it well."
"hehe……"
Li Tai sneered, that's because you haven't seen how shameless Fang Jun is when he wants to get someone drunk...