Datang romantic little landlord

But when they heard the monk Wen Zai and Lin Daniu, their expressions became more and more serious.

After hearing that the aristocratic family dared to collude with the maids in the palace to replace the prince born by Her Majesty the Queen with a baby girl, even the monk Wen Zai couldn't help but slapped the table heavily, shocked The teacup rattled.

"How rampant! How dare these aristocratic families do this? They are really beasts!"

For Tang people, especially Wen Zai who experienced the great chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty, even though he was a monk, he still respected the Great Tang and the royal family of Li and Tang.

This is also China's reverence for imperial power for thousands of years.

The Li Tang Dynasty was only established for more than ten years, but now no one thinks about the benefits of the former Sui Dynasty.Among scholars, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty was obviously full of disgust for using words such as abuse of people's power, extravagance, lust, and immorality.

Instead, it is allegiance and submission to the Li and Tang Dynasty.

Therefore, Monk Wenzai was so furious and furious when he heard that the aristocratic family dared to disturb the court.

"The nobleman must have made a plan, but I don't know what the nobleman wants the poor monk to do?" Monk Wen Zai calmed down a little, and silently recited a Buddhist name before looking at Li Wangyou seriously.

Seeing that Wen Zai was willing to help, Li Wangyou smiled naturally, and signaled Niu Wu to guard the outside, and not to let irrelevant people approach the monastery, so he lowered his voice and whispered instructions to Wen Zai and his disciple Lin Daniu ...

Not long after Li Wangyou had a secret conversation with Wen Zai, the master and the disciple, the master and the disciple left the Jianfu Temple without a trace.No one felt anything unusual about this matter, after all, he was just a wandering monk, and no one cared about it.

Time flies to mid-February of the third year of Zhenguan, and on this day Li Wangyou was summoned into the palace again by Li Er's order.

"Ziyou, before the Secretary of Sinong Temple came to report that the potatoes had started to turn yellow and withered. According to what you said before, this means that they are already ripe and ready to be harvested?"

In fact, Li Er had long forgotten about the potatoes. He only remembered it when he heard Si Nong Siqing's report today, so he ordered Li Wangyou to be called into the palace to inquire.

Li Wangyou has been busy with other things recently, Li Er didn't mention it, he almost forgot about potatoes.

Counting the days, it should be almost the time when potatoes are ripe.

"Uncle, this is a good thing. If these potatoes can be cultivated, there will be no shortage of food in the Tang Dynasty."

Li Wangyou's mouth is watering at the thought that he will soon be able to taste gourmet potatoes, goulash, French fries, and potato chips.

Li Er smiled and said: "If this potato can really produce ten stones per mu as Ziyou said, that would be a blessing in the world."

Although he said so, his demeanor clearly revealed that he didn't believe it.

This is not to blame Li Er, after all, before high-yield crops such as potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes were introduced to China, the yield per mu in China was only about one stone since ancient times.No one can believe that there are crops that can produce ten stones per mu.

Although Li Wangyou even swore at the beginning that potatoes could produce ten stones per mu, but whether it was Li Er or Cheng Yaojin, in fact, they were only half-believing.

"Uncle, it seems that you still don't believe what my nephew said before. Hehe, fortunately, the potatoes are ripe now, so you can tell when you dig them out." Li Wangyou didn't explain too much. Seeing is believing. useless.

Li Wangyou also thought that the promotion of this potato in the future would not be possible without the support of Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, the prime ministers of the Tang Dynasty, so he would take this opportunity to call these bigwigs to Sinong Temple to witness it with his own eyes.

"Uncle, how about inviting Fang Xiang and Du Xiang? Let everyone see the production of potatoes? By the way, Uncle Cheng should also be invited."

Li Er glanced at him: "Ziyou, are you really that confident?"

Li Wangyou nodded affirmatively, just kidding, these are potatoes!

In the Tang Dynasty, potatoes can almost be related to the lives of people in the world, and it cannot be overemphasized.Moreover, potatoes do not need to be harvested, threshed, or ground. Potatoes harvested from the land can be eaten directly by throwing them into the fire to bake, which is too convenient.

Moreover, Li Wangyou also knew that this potato not only contains high-quality starch, which can provide rich calories for the human body, but also is rich in protein, vitamin B and vitamin C, which is indeed a treasure.

Li Wangyou even estimated that after potatoes became popular in China, people would not need to worry about famine for at least a few hundred years.As for the long-term future, it is beyond his control.

Seeing that Li Wangyou was so determined, Li Er pondered for a while, and asked Mi Tuo to pass on Fang Xuanling and the others, and went directly to Sinong Temple to meet him.

The Shanglin Office of Sinong Temple is in charge of the gardens and gardens of the Royal Garden, responsible for planting fruits and vegetables, and storing ice in winter for the royal family to enjoy in summer.

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui, who were recruited by Mi Tuo to Sinong Temple, were at a loss at this time.

"I have seen Your Majesty, I have summoned my ministers to come to Si Nong Temple today, but is there something wrong?" Fang Xuanling asked.

Li Er pointed to Li Wangyou and said, "Fang Gong, just ask this kid."

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui didn't know about potatoes, and they didn't know what kind of medicine the uncle and nephew were selling in their gourds, so they could only look at Li Wangyou again.

On the contrary, Cheng Yaojin suddenly laughed: "Wow ha ha ha, Your Majesty, but the potato that this kid said back then is ripe?"

Li Wangyou said with a smile: "Uncle Cheng is right, that is, the potatoes are ripe and ready to be harvested, so today I asked my uncle to invite you all over to have a look at this crop of potatoes."

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui looked at each other, and asked doubtfully, "Ziyou, what potatoes?"

Li Wangyou hurriedly told the ins and outs of this matter, and Fang Xuanling was shocked when he learned that there was actually ten stones per mu, and that he could grow two crops a year.

"Ziyou, are you talking nonsense? How is this possible? How can there be such crops in the world? If this is the case, wouldn't there be no famine in the world?" Fang Xuanling's eyes were about to pop out, with a serious look on his face. Can't believe it.

Du Ruhui also kept shaking his head: "The old man has never heard of this, and I have seen records of such a magical crop in any ancient books, Ziyou, how did you know?"

Li Wangyou shrugged his shoulders, and recounted the perfunctory remarks he had made to Li Er and Cheng Yaojin, Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui could only shake their heads and remain silent.

"Hey, uncle, gentlemen, anyway, believe it or not, you can witness it with your own eyes today, right? Can my nephew still deceive you?"

Hearing what Li Wangyou said, everyone could only nod their heads, and under the leadership of Si Nong Siqing, they went to the forestry department to grow fruits and vegetables...

How much does 680 mu produce?

Li Wangyou got a total of five pots of potatoes from Mohe businessman Qiqi Zhongxi, and one plant was planted in each pot.

Back then, the concubine who begged Zhongxi just planted it as a flower.

Fortunately, the flower pot she used was big enough. After Li Wangyou found these potatoes, he was worried that the rhizomes of the precious potatoes would be damaged by moving the pots, so he did not order Sinong Temple to transplant the potatoes from the flower pots come out.

He couldn't help being careless, after all, there were only five pots of potatoes in the entire Tang Dynasty.

Li Wangyou still doesn't even understand how the damn potatoes were brought back from America by the people of the Yasha country.

If he, Li Wangyou, hadn't crossed over to the Tang Dynasty, the five pots of potatoes would have disappeared with the death of the concubine begging Zhongxi.

Fortunately, God favored Li Wangyou to discover these potatoes by accident...

Because of Li Er's order, Sinong Temple was very attentive to serving the three pots of potatoes.Not only was it placed in a sunny place circled by the Shanglin Department, but it was also arranged for special care.

Walking in front of the three pots of potatoes, Li Wangyou took a closer look. It was indeed good. The leaves of the potatoes had begun to wither slowly, and the roots had also turned gray-brown. It was time to harvest when they were ripe.

"Ziyou, how do you harvest these potatoes? But dig them up by the roots?" Cheng Yaojin yelled.

Li Wangyou smiled and said, "Uncle Cheng, don't bother, these three flowerpots are useless anyway, just smash them down and dig the potatoes out of the soil."

He was also afraid of digging potatoes with a shovel. If he accidentally damaged a few potatoes, he would feel distressed.

These potatoes are very expensive nowadays, and they are all kept for seeds.

Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin immediately rolled up his sleeves: "Let someone come!"