Daqin: At the beginning, the father-in-law was invited to rebel, but the father-in-law turned out to

"hiss!"

Brother Zheng just felt dizzy for a while!

The yield per mu is 2500 jin!

What is this concept?

If sweet potatoes are sown throughout Daqin.

The 300 million Qin army will no longer be short of food!

Countless prisoners of war are also full.

The people will not suffer from hunger and cold, and even paying taxes is a breeze.

Daqin will enter a prosperous age!

"¨"Sweet potato! A fetish!"

At this time, Li Si shouted loudly, expressing the excitement in his heart!

Li Si's neck and waist were covered with sweet potatoes, and he was holding two sweet potatoes in both hands. His face was filled with a childlike smile!

"Daqin finally has enough food to eat!"

"Sweet potato! Divine object! Long live the young master!"

"Mystery! Harvest! Hahaha!"

Seemingly infected by Li Si, countless farmers also shouted.

The harvest atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger.

Although some words were harsh, Brother Zheng was very happy today and didn't care at all. Instead, he grinned and laughed, his big belly trembled even more, like a Maitreya Buddha.

Song Yuan also laughed, and he said happily: "Sweet potatoes have a bumper harvest! But don't get too excited. Although this stuff can fill your stomach, eating too much is not good for your health. You still have to look at potatoes! It is High nutritional value food crops that can really be used as (manohao) staple food!"

Brother Zheng was slightly taken aback.

In his view, shouldn't low-yield high-nutrition be the staple food, and high-yield low-nutrition food should be supplementary food?

He asked in confusion, "Is this potato so powerful?"

Song Yuan smiled lightly and said, "When the sweet potatoes are mined, you'll know after eating them!"

Brother Zheng nodded, he must try sweet potatoes today!

Accompanied by excitement and excitement, after more than half an hour of busy work, the one-and-a-half acre field of sweet potatoes was finally harvested.

Finally, an exciting number was counted.

"4050 pounds!"

The average yield per mu is 2700 jin!

This number not only surpassed Song Yuan's estimate, but also completely surpassed everyone's imagination!

In the past, the yield per mu of good grain land in Daqin was only 200 catties, but today's crazy scene is unimaginable!

For a moment, everyone looked at another quiet plowing field.

The yield of sweet potatoes per mu has changed from 2000 jin to 2700 jin!

What about potatoes?

Crazy thoughts can't be restrained, running in the minds of countless people. .

Chapter 69

The excitement made people unable to bear the whole body, and wanted to rush directly into the potato field to dig.

But they held back.

Even if it was Meng Tian and the others, or Brother Zheng, they all looked at Song Yuan, as if they were waiting for him to give orders.

Song Yuan shouted a little excitedly: "Dig the potatoes! The first one to dig! Today I will give you a hundred catties of sweet potatoes! Don't snatch them! Don't hurt anyone! Everyone depends on their ability! Otherwise, they won't all be there!"

boom!

Everyone rushed forward!

But he was very restrained, for fear of hurting others, everyone ran with their heads buried!

Finally, the Montessori brothers, who were born in the military, were the first to rush into the potato fields.

With the experience of digging sweet potatoes, digging potatoes is also very easy.

He was the first to find the nearest plant, and then dug up frantically.

When the villagers found their destination, Meng Tian grabbed the root and pulled it with all his might!

brush!

Meng Tian pulled out a bunch of eight potatoes!

Meng Tian shouted: "I dug it! I am the first!"

He showed off to the surroundings, and then looked at Song Yuan who was walking slowly with His Majesty.

Song Yuan shouted loudly at this time: "Butler Ji is delighted to be the winner, and I will reward you with a hundred catties of sweet potatoes!"

"Hahaha! Thank you Young Master for the reward!"

Meng Tian laughed excitedly, completely forgetting that he was the commander of the Qin Army, as if he had become a member of Song Family Village.

Wang Jian and Li Si looked at each other, both annoyed that they lost!

Seeing this, Meng Yi looked at His Majesty worriedly, for fear that His Majesty would be angry.

But he found that His Majesty was laughing while holding his stomach, as if he was talking to Song Yuan about something happy.

For a while, Meng Yi also heaved a sigh of relief, sharing the joy of victory with Meng Tian.

Although the villagers did not get rewards, they were not upset. After all, a good harvest was just around the corner. With so many sweet potatoes, their village would not be able to eat all the food this year.

Mining work continues.

Soon, people noticed something was wrong.

Too many potatoes!

Whenever you dig out a potato, you will find that there are potatoes all around, and it feels like you can't finish digging!

It seems that as long as the soil on the ground is lifted, there will be potatoes underneath!

Like a mountain!

Such as the sea!

Endless potatoes!

The yield per mu is at least twice that of sweet potatoes!

Brother Zheng's eyes are straight!

If sweet potatoes are a bountiful harvest, potatoes are a blessing from heaven, a gift from gods!

Brother Zheng murmured: "Song Yuan, you potato! You will live forever!"

Song Yuan laughed and said, "Father-in-law! Do you know how powerful I am now? With sweet potatoes and potatoes, are we still afraid that the rebellion will fail?"

Brother Zheng couldn't help but fell silent when he heard that.

If it was before, I really have no scruples.

But now, with such a high yield of sweet potatoes, Song Yuan has a secret weapon!

People eat for food.

With so much food, let alone a troubled world, in a comfortable age, it may set off a huge uprising.

And brother Zheng knows how much food Song Yuan has.

Songjiazhuang has nearly 3000 people and more than [-] households.

There are [-] mu of cultivated land, Song Yuan only planted one and a half acres of sweet potatoes, and all the others are potatoes!

How scary is this?

At present, the output of potatoes has not been counted, but it seems that there are 5000 catties per mu!

The yield of one mu of land is equivalent to 25 times that of rice.

What about ten thousand acres of land? 25 times!

The gap opened up is simply unimaginable.

This is still two months, if it is planted for Song Yuan for another year?Or even two years?

Brother Zheng didn't dare to imagine, or didn't need to imagine.

In the fields, Wang Jian, Li Si and the Meng brothers were ecstatic and laughing loudly. All their actions now expressed the hearts of every common people.

These high-ranking officials and ministers, faced with such a high-yield grain, have already gone wild and disregarded their image.

The people who are burdened with heavy taxes will even directly make Song Yuan king!

Just now some Songjiazhuang villagers have already started shouting "Long live".

Things were changing too fast, and he needed to digest it. All his plans were disrupted by the high yield of sweet potatoes.

Brother Zheng said with a serious face: "I was a little excited just now, my head hurts a little, and the wind is cold outside, so I went back first!"

Song Yuan didn't stop him when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Then I'll send you off? Or call Butler Ji and the others to come back?"

Brother Zheng glanced at Meng Tian and the others who were covered in mud, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let them be happy for a while."

Song Yuan could only nod his head.

He looked at the back of his father-in-law leaving, clenched his fist and waved it!

"It will be successful soon!"

Song Yuan gave a loud shout, and was even more excited when he saw the potatoes all over the place.

In the field, the villagers, Meng Tian and the others were also extremely excited. There were so many potatoes that they couldn't avert their eyes!

Even the number increased, and the speed of mining was even faster!

In just three quarters of an hour, one mu of land was mined!

Statistics show that the yield of potatoes per mu is 5800 jin, which did not reach the expected 6000 jin, but it is also perfect!

Song Yuan was also relieved about this.

After all, compared with sweet potatoes, potatoes have higher requirements on land, weather and temperature, so it is understandable that the output is less.

One mu of land has been mined, and there are countless cultivated lands behind.

The excitement of Meng Tian and others also passed, and they all calmed down when they saw His Majesty disappearing.

They returned to Song Yuan one after another, and Li Si asked, "Song Yuan, where is the master?"

Song Yuan replied: "The old man said he was unwell and went back to rest. Why don't you go and have a look?"

The appearance of sweet potatoes and potatoes will definitely change the attitude of the Zhao Guo Group. These people must discuss matters

Sure enough, Meng Tian and others looked at each other after hearing it, said hello and left.

Seeing this, Song Yuan also lacked interest. The high yield of sweet potatoes and potatoes had already been expected by him, and the goal of showing off his muscles had also been achieved.

He glanced at it for a while, and estimated that it would take another day to harvest, and then the cotton planting would start!

Sweet potatoes Potatoes are a very important event in the eyes of father-in-law and villagers.

But in Song Yuan's view, it was just the most common part of Songjiazhuang's development!

In the future, food will not determine the outcome of wars!

The history is vivid, the appearance of the little fat man and the little boy directly cut off the throat of World War II.

Only strong military technology can determine the direction of war!

"It's time to go back and make a dictionary!"