Chapter five hundred and sixty how to live as a scumbag
"Food?"
After Wen Renzheng muttered a few words to himself, he realized that eating half a pack of beef and half a piece of sweet potato actually made him feel more at ease. This meant that half a piece of sweet potato had relieved his hunger!
"What is this?"
"Sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, you can call them whatever you want!"
"sweet potato?"
Wen Renzheng slowly walked towards the wooden box that Mr. Liu had just dug, picked up the vines on the side and looked at the four sweet potatoes lying on the ground. He looked at Liu Mingzhi in surprise: "One vine can produce so many?
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"Yes, but it is only through careful care that we can produce so many. If we plant them in a large area, we should plant two or three of them!"
Wen Renzheng threw away the vines and picked up a few sweet potatoes and shook them: "The total is no less than five kilograms. If you put it this way, it is not impossible for one acre to weigh one thousand kilograms!"
Wen Renzheng was a little distracted looking at the vast field of sweet potato vines in the courtyard, but after all he was a man who had experienced great storms!
After being stunned for a moment, he came back to his senses: "How many good things have you hidden? Sinong Temple tried every means to increase the production of food, but failed, and ended up in vain, but they didn't know that the food yielding ten stones per mu was right under their noses.
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"Old man, it's not that I'm hiding my secrets. No one will believe me if I say it. If I don't test it myself, I won't be able to escape the charge of deceiving the king. Facts have proved that what I did is right. Everyone is happy with the high yield of sweet potatoes. But if the yield is not good,
No one knows about the kid’s sneaky ways, it’s the best of both worlds.【∞八【∞八【∞Read【∞书,︾o＠”
Wen Renzheng nodded clearly: "This is indeed the safest way. What you think is not wrong. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there would be such a high-yield food in the world. Why did you tell me?"
Liu Mingzhi spread his hands: "I never intended to hide anything. I just told the old man that these vines should see the light of day and announce their arrival to Dalong. I plan to transport them to Tongyuan County in the next few days."
Go, it is most suitable to plant sweet potatoes in two seasons a year. It is most suitable to plant sweet potatoes in the evening at this time. If it is later, you will have to wait until next year. I can’t let these precious little pearls gather dust in my hands!"
Wen Renzheng shook his finger and looked at Young Master Liu: "You kid, you brought me here to see you because you couldn't hide it anymore, right?"
"No, absolutely not!"
"real?"
"Old man, please listen to my sophistical explanation. The boy is planting these things to increase the dragon's food supply. I never intended to hide them, just to be on the safe side!"
Liu Dashao ignored the sophistry of the people and politics. He picked up a lantern and carefully passed over the sweet potato vines. He looked at the sweet potato vines all over the yard, with unconcealable joy in his eyes. → 8 → 8 reading, ↓o
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Although he is not in his position and does not plan for his government, Wen Renzheng was also an imperial master with the world in mind at the beginning, so he naturally longed for Dalong to become more and more prosperous.
"Master, wait a minute."
"What are these colorful things?"
It was still a step too late. Wen Renzheng had already discovered the existence of watermelon, and he patted and flicked the skin of the watermelon without any instruction!
I don't know whether Wen Renzheng's power was too great or the watermelon was already overripe. When he pointed it down, the watermelon cracked open and a rich sweetness filled the air.
Smelling the sweet taste of watermelon, Wen Renzheng swallowed his saliva involuntarily.
"What is this? Fruit?"
Young Master Liu looked at the cracked watermelon with great heartache, and thought to himself, Oh well, one more is missing.
"Let's do the math!"
"If it is, it means it is not. What does it mean? You are not serious!"
"The old man is showing mercy, but you should save some for me!"
Wen Renzheng, who had not yet received a reply, had already picked up a piece of watermelon and started eating it.
Young Master Liu has a black streak on his head. If the old man starts eating it without asking clearly, aren't you afraid of poisoning it?
Afraid of being poisonous? It’s a joke. Wen Renzheng has lived so long and doesn’t understand why. Not to mention the sweet taste of watermelon, which makes people salivate.
Just because this thing can be planted with sweet potatoes is not a simple item. Can it be eaten? Nonsense, based on the old man’s understanding of Mr. Liu, this guy will do thankless things? If he can’t eat it, he will plant it?
Facts have proved that Wen Renzheng was right in his bet, he fell in love with watermelon as soon as it entered the mouth.
Compared to the crisp and sweet taste of sweet potato, Wen Renzheng prefers the easy-to-eat fruit of watermelon.
Effortlessly sweet and juicy, hundreds of times stronger than many fruits.
After sharing a watermelon, the two of them left the side courtyard with satisfaction. Wen Renzheng smiled lightly as he watched Young Master Liu take out a tiger fetus pill and handed it over: "To make it up to you, take it after you are exhausted from practicing martial arts."
"Thank you, old man. I'll ask you to eat roasted sweet potatoes tomorrow. I'll make sure you're very satisfied!"
"You're welcome, old man!"
After the two separated, Young Master Liu stopped by Wanyan Feixiong's room to have a look, and left without disturbing Wanyan Feixiong's sleeping soundly.
Back in his study, Liu Mingzhi looked at Xiangsizi on the desk and was stunned. It turned out that the blood flowing from his fingers had dyed Xiangsizi red.
Liu Mingzhi sighed deeply.
"Red beans grow in the southern country. When spring comes, there will be a few branches. I hope you will pick more. This thing is the most loved. God's will makes people speak politely. I wish you were not the emperor of the Jin Kingdom and I was not the minister of the dragon. In that case, you don't have to worry.
All kinds of worries! It’s a pity that there is no what if!”
After calming down his mind, Liu Mingzhi picked up his brush and started writing.
Each piece of rice paper was filled with handwriting, which detailed all kinds of knowledge about future generations, astronomy and geography. As long as he could remember it, Liu Dashao, who was interested in Wanyan Feixiong, wrote down all of them.
Since Wanyan Feixiong has this talent and happened to meet him, he can't take this knowledge with him to the grave. If he doesn't want to be a disciple, then he doesn't want to be a disciple.
Anyway, I don’t pay much attention to these things. Besides, Wanyan Feixiong is considered his brother-in-law in terms of emotions and reasons. Isn’t it normal to impart knowledge to his brother-in-law?
What Liu Mingzhi is most worried about is how to deal with his relationship with the Queen. To say that he doesn't have her in his heart is to deceive himself, but how to make Qi Yun accept Wanyan's existence has become Liu Mingzhi's biggest problem.
Liu Mingzhi actually understood Qi Yun's mood very well. He thought about it intimately, how would he feel if Qi Yun had cheated on him several times without telling him? He might have the desire to kill someone.
On the other hand, Qi Yun, Qing Lian accepted it, Ying'er accepted it, and Yun Qing Shi's matter was accepted, so what complaints could I have about being so magnanimous?
But for me, I went on a mission to the Kingdom of Jin and had an entangled relationship with the queen. Less than half a year later, a sister appeared. How should Qi Yun think?
If a couple wants to last for a long time, they must understand each other, otherwise the relationship will break down sooner or later.
"Oh, why did you turn into a scumbag when you were so good?"
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