At the beginning of the game to supervise the country, Zulong was stunned. Is this my Daqin?

He looked at Ying Ziqi unconvinced.

Seeing him like this, Ying Ziqi found it quite interesting.

The majestic Prime Minister Qin was acting like a child at this moment.

"You come with me."

When thinking about the school, Ying Ziqi had already made plans.

A group of people made paper, and others were making other things.

Go to another workshop room.

Li Si saw these craftsmen polishing small squares.

I looked over curiously.

Playing with the small cubes that have been made, hold them in your hands and watch them.

"Here, there is a word on the bottom, a seal?"

"Young master, do you want to use the seal method to mass-produce books?"

Li Si is not stupid, seeing this little wooden block and those borders.

A picture had already appeared in his mind.

Ying Ziqi smiled and said, "How about this, Prime Minister Li, is it easy to solve?"

Li Si shook his head and looked at these things in disbelief.

"It's unbelievable that a problem that has been difficult to solve for hundreds of years is so simple?"

Li Si's performance put Ying Ziqi in a good mood.

"Okay, let me go to another place, so that you, the prime minister who stays at home all day long, will have a long-term vision."

Upon hearing this, Li Si didn't refute anymore.

He was convinced, who knows what young master Qi can do again.

He didn't dare to say more.

Not far away, Meng Yi, dressed in black, secretly followed behind.

But he didn't know that his actions had been discovered long ago.

Even Ying Ziqi saw him.

It has been nearly three months since the potato seeds were given to him.

According to the growth cycle of the excellent seeds, there should have been results.

But Meng Yi never came to report.

Ying Ziqi led Li Si towards Meng Yi.

Seeing this, Meng Yi quickly covered his face.

A person covered in black from head to toe, on the bustling street, like a firefly in the dark night, so bright, so outstanding.

"Meng Yi!"

Walking to Meng Yi's side, Ying Ziqi suddenly called out.

Meng Yi responded subconsciously: "The minister is here."

Only then did he realize that he had been seen through.

Reluctantly, he took off his mask.

"Young master, how did you discover my perfect disguise?"

Ying Ziqi really can't complain, just this disguise is worse than Konoha Maru, it's hard not to find out!

"Don't talk about those useless things, I haven't asked you yet, what happened to the potatoes?"

Hearing this, Meng Yi sighed and didn't ask any more questions. He just wanted to study how to better follow after he went back, no, it was tracking.

"My lord, it has been nearly three months since the potatoes were planted, but from the second month onwards, the seedlings no longer have the tendency to grow."

"I think I should wait until it blooms and bear fruit before reporting to the young master."

Ying Ziqi hears the words and supports the forehead.

Sure enough.

"I'm to blame for this. I didn't explain it clearly to you. The potatoes should be ripe. Take me there."

The green seedling less than half a meter in the field appeared in Meng Yi's mind, and he was puzzled.

But without saying much, he bowed and took the two of them towards the city gate.

He went out of the city and got on his horse, and went straight to Zhuangzi, where the potatoes were planted.

Zhuangzi was not very far from Xianyang City, and the three of them arrived in less than half an hour.

Ying Ziqi was very satisfied when he saw the green field.

Meng Yi wondered: "My lord, these are all seedlings, how did they mature?"

Ying Ziqi didn't answer. He walked over to have a look, and found that it was indeed ripe, worthy of being a high-quality seed, and the maturity period was shortened a bit.

He grabbed the green seedlings and tugged hard.

Meng Yi's expression changed.

"Son, don't..."

But before he finished speaking, he saw a large bunch of ripe potatoes being pulled out from Ying Ziqi's hands.

"This, this is?"

"This thing is a potato. It can be boiled, baked, and eaten in many ways. You call someone to collect it, and then calculate the output. Let's taste it first."

Meng Yi saw that there were so many potatoes under one seedling, and the number of potatoes under this piece of land was simply innumerable.

At first, he thought it was a nonsense, but as the young master started to supervise the country and the court was in order, he couldn't help but believe that these potatoes could really be like what he said before.

But after the second month, the seedlings did not grow at all, and he began to wonder if he had been tricked.

Now, he has no doubts at all!

He hurriedly greeted the soldiers, and put away the potatoes according to Ying Ziqi's action just now.

"Let's go, let's bake a few first."

Ying Ziqi licked his lips.

To be honest, after coming here, there are really not many delicious things.

Most of them are roasted and boiled, and the seasoning is not very flavorful.

But he was so hungry, now that the potatoes are produced, it can be regarded as satisfying his hunger.

While baking potatoes, Li Si and Meng Yi couldn't help but look at the field.

"Report to the general, everything has been collected!"

"Quick, calculate the output."

"Yes!"

About a quarter of an hour later.

"General!"

The voices of those who came spoke trembled a little.

Meng Yi quickly asked: "How?"

The visitor couldn't help shaking with excitement.

Tears filled the eyes.

"A fetish! A fetish!"

"Yield per mu! 62 stones!"

When Meng Yi and Li Si heard this, they were as if struck by lightning.

It took a few seconds before I came back to my senses, looked at each other, looked up to the sky and laughed.

"God Bless Great Qin! God Bless Great Qin!!"

Meng Yi came to Ying Ziqi's side with an excited expression.

"My son! You are really the reincarnated parents of the people of Daqin! Now that we have potatoes, I, the people of Daqin, finally don't have to go hungry!"

Chapter 22 Who wants to be the emperor?

"After the potatoes are harvested, the next wave of sowing will be carried out, and the seeds will be distributed to some farmers for them to plant."

Ying Ziqi didn't care about Meng Yi's excitement, but gave a simple order.

Meng Yi and Li Si looked at each other, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

It seems that Young Master Qi really knew the yield of the potatoes, otherwise how could he be so calm.

Meng Yi bowed: "I understand! I thank you, Young Master, on behalf of the people of the world!"

"Don't thank me in advance, try it?"

At this time, the potatoes were already baked, Ying Ziqi pointed at the potatoes in the fire and smiled.

Meng Yi and Li Si were also curious about the taste of potatoes.

The two followed suit, pulling out the potato steak and waiting for its temperature to drop.

Ying Ziqi peeled the potatoes, and a strong fragrance came out immediately.

"Okay, it smells so good."

Meng Yi and Li Si twitched their noses slightly, and they were instantly conquered by the smell.

Ying Ziqi also put the potatoes into his mouth very satisfied, with an expression of enjoyment.

"It's a pity that this thing can't be eaten as a staple food, otherwise there will be problems with nutrient absorption, and people will become more and more weak."

Meng Yi ate in a hurry, he opened his mouth and let out a sigh of relief when it was so hot.

Hearing Ying Ziqi's words, he managed to swallow the potatoes.

"My lord, you worry too much. During the famine, how many people even ate the bark, and what's more, they used the mud to satisfy their hunger. Now that there are potatoes, I am afraid that such a thing will never happen in the world. All the people in the world will Thank you son."

Li Si nodded in agreement and said, "That's right, as long as these potatoes can be sown, I will definitely survive all kinds of disasters in the future!"

Ying Ziqi sighed: "Be careful, if this thing germinates, you can't eat it, it will be poisoned."

Meng Yi's face was serious when he heard the words: "I remember it."

After eating the potatoes, Ying Ziqi and Li Si left, while Meng Yi was in charge of handling the potatoes.

......

"Your Majesty, a letter from Xianyang."

"Bring it."

In March, Yingzheng's east tour was already on his way back to Xianyang.

This time, the letter was written on paper, and it looked much better than the one used before.

"It seems that Ziqi has taken my words to heart."

Unfolding the letter, Ying Zheng looked at the contents.

When he saw the content about potatoes, his whole body was shocked.

"It's really 62 shi per mu?"

No matter how calm Ying Zheng was, he was shocked by the contents of the letter.

After calming down, his eyes gradually became serious.

"Meng Yi's message should not be fake."