"If nothing else, the hot pot you just ate contained food that can produce thousands of kilograms per acre!"
Zhu Ying calmly pointed to the remaining hot pot in front of her and smiled.
"What the hell? We ate thousands of kilograms of food per acre?"
"You're not deceiving us, are you? How can you just eat such a divine thing?"
"How come I don't feel that any food can produce thousands of kilograms per acre?"
...
When Zhu Ying finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
Immediately, they all looked at the hot pot in front of them, trying to find out which one of the food that produced thousands of kilograms per acre was.
Seeing these ancient people looking so funny, Zhu Ying sighed.
"You wouldn't recognize it if I put it in front of you. Don't waste your efforts. I'll point it out to you."
Zhu Ying stood up and picked up half a corn from the plate.
"This is food that produces thousands of kilograms per acre, and its name is corn."
After Zhu Ying finished speaking, he put down the corn and picked up the sliced potatoes again.
"The yield per acre is several thousand kilograms, and its name is potato."
Zhu Ying put down the potatoes and continued: "Wen Xi, go to the kitchen and get a sweet potato."
"Master, I hope you can call me by my full name, Dawenxi!"
"Okay, Wen Xi, go get it quickly!"
"Yes, Master!"
After finishing the sweet potatoes on the table, after Dawenxi brought them over, Zhu Yingcai continued to introduce: "The yield of this thing is several thousand kilograms per mu, and its name is sweet potato."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Are you bullying us for not seeing the world?"
"This thing looks ordinary. Although it tastes good, it will never produce thousands of kilograms per acre!"
"You can still taste it? I thought it was delicious just now, and I swallowed it wholeheartedly. If I had known that the yield of this stuff was thousands of kilograms per acre, I would have chewed it slowly and savored it."
...
When Zhu Ying finished speaking, everyone was surprised again.
Everyone simply didn’t believe that there really was food that could produce thousands of kilograms of food per acre in this world!
And right in front of their eyes, they had just eaten it!
If such an existence really existed in the world, it would be a divine object that could completely overturn the direction of the Ming Dynasty!
But with such a divine thing, this kid actually wastes it so violently and uses it for breakfast?
"How can you just eat such a divine thing so casually?"
"Eating casually? What's the point? The 100,000 pigs I sold to you all ate these things."
"You guys who have never seen the world, I'm going to let you have a good experience today."
"Come, come, follow me."
After Zhu Ying finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the back of the manor.
Since the pigs were sold to Zhu Yuanzhang, the original pig pens have long been dismantled, and now they are all used for growing crops.
When this group of people saw that Zhu Ying wanted to take them to see it in person, they were all so excited that they couldn't say anything.
Even Zhu Yuanzhang, who was already the emperor, had the muscles on his face trembling a few times at this time.
Although they had been dealing with Zhu Ying for some time, except for the first time they broke into the back of the manor out of curiosity and were captured alive, they had never been to the back of Zhu Ying's manor again.
What's more, this kid is the eldest grandson of the Ming Emperor, so Zhu Yuanzhang naturally didn't bother to send Jin Yiwei to monitor him.
Everyone followed Zhu Ying to the back, and their eyes suddenly opened up, filled with green plants.
The entire second half of the manor is divided into three sections.
The tallest piece is the corn.
Although there were green plants on both sides, no one could find the so-called sweet potatoes and potatoes.
"Is this the corn yield of several thousand kilograms per acre?"
"So it looks like this?"
"But why didn't you see the potatoes?"
"That's right, I didn't see any sweet potatoes either!"
When everyone saw these crops for the first time, they were all amazed.
"That's right, the tallest thing you can see in the middle is the corn, and the potatoes and sweet potatoes are on both sides."
"It's just that the fruits of these two crops are in the soil, so naturally you can't see them."
Before Zhu Ying could finish speaking, a figure rushed out suddenly.
Zhu Ying was stunned and took a closer look. It turned out to be Xu Da, the Ming God of War. At this time, like a small whirlwind, he rushed directly into the crop field, grabbed a sweet potato seedling, and soaked a sweet potato out of the soil.
The sweet potatoes are already ripe and are as big as three adults' fists.
"Amazing! Amazing! So amazing!"
"According to this growth trend, it is entirely possible to produce several thousand kilograms per mu!"
"This small one weighs several kilograms, and this acre of land is probably four to five thousand kilograms!"
Xu Da rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then pulled out several potatoes one after another.
After weighing it in my hands, I finally believed it. Zhu Ying's words about the yield of several thousand kilograms of food per mu were not groundless. The yield of these crops per mu was conservatively estimated to be upwards of four to five thousand kilograms.
"What are you talking about? The yield per mu is four to five thousand catties?"
"Do you know what this means? Ordinary people only need to plant one acre of this kind of crop, which is as good as ten acres of rice before!"
...
Seeing Xu Da rushing over and pulling up potatoes and sweet potatoes one after another, this group of people suddenly stopped caring about their image and identity and joined the team of pulling out potatoes and sweet potatoes one after another.
Like dogs pouncing on food, each one stuck out their buttocks, rolled up their sleeves, and started digging in the soil.
After everyone looked at the several crops in their hands one by one, he did some calculations in his mind, and then he was shocked and speechless.
"It's actually true! The yield per mu of this thing can reach six to seven thousand kilograms!"
"Everything Mr. Zhu said is true!"
"Am I dreaming? Are there really crops in the world that can yield thousands of kilograms per acre?"
...
After comparison, this group of people soon discovered that the yield per mu of sweet potatoes is the highest, which may reach a terrifying six to seven thousand kilograms.
Even for potatoes, which are the next best thing, the yield per mu is four to five thousand kilograms. This has completely subverted this group of people's inherent understanding of crop yields.
"Why didn't these divine objects appear earlier?"
"If this kind of divine thing had appeared earlier, my father, mother, and relatives who were starved to death would not have died!"
At the moment when everyone was stunned, a cry of pain could be heard.
Xu Da, the God of War, looked at the crops in his hands, his eyes filled with tears, and he started crying with runny nose and tears.
Everyone looked at Xu Da who was crying and crying, and their expressions became solemn.
This group of people rebelled with Zhu Yuanzhang because the people in the country were in dire straits at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.
As long as they have food to eat, they will not do this kind of work with their heads in their belts.
But their relatives around them were starving to death one by one, and they really had no choice!
In that era when Yi Zi cannibalized others, survival became a luxury.
