Royal Gold Magistrate

After waiting for an hour, all the officials walked down the stairs one by one. It seemed that these old people were stretched a lot, and their physical strength was seriously exhausted.

I don't know how much toilet water I drank last night to become like this.

When everyone got downstairs, they saw Fang Zheng berating the innkeeper loudly.

"You lazy bastards! How do you teach you on weekdays? Ah! You haven't changed a rag for half an hour. How can such a job make customers feel at ease!"

"I told you that you have to flush your toilet seven times and then flush it seven times, and then let Xiaoer take a sip. Has this hygienic standard been met?"

The shopkeeper's "cold sweat": "Master, we must have done everything you told us!"

"It's just that this kid doesn't know the rules today, so I'll ask him to change the rag..."

"There will be another time! I'll take your skin off!"

After the performance, Baiguan looked a little pale.

It turns out that people can drink it.. Everyone drank it, and it's not too embarrassing.

Although Fang Zhengyi of Gou Ri is not a thing, his sanitation is actually quite good. From the sanitation level of the streets of Taoyuan County, it can be seen that it should not be fake.

Seeing that the situation had eased, Fang Zhengyi quietly wiped off his cold sweat.

You can't offend everyone too much, or you really can't mix it up. Fortunately, you can barely fool it. After a while, everyone's attention should be diverted when the sweet potato is born.

It's just that Li Yuanzhao, a bastard, has been gloating. It seems that His Majesty beats him less!

Seeing that everyone is here, Fangzheng walked up to Emperor Jing and said, "Your Majesty, everyone is here, and there is some distance to the field. I have arranged a carriage, please get on board."

Afterwards, a group of people drove to the field in a carriage led by Ao Chen.

As soon as they arrived at the ground, everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It seemed that there were only leaves on the bare ground, and there seemed to be nothing there..

Could it be that Fang Zhengyi really lied...

Emperor Jing also frowned, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. There were only some leaves on the ground, but no fruits.

"Where is the fruit of Shengshishu? But it grows underground?"

"Exactly, His Majesty is truly astute, which I admire!"

"No need to say too much, quickly let me see what this Shengshishu looks like!"

Emperor Jing nodded, staring straight at the land in front of him, and his enthusiasm was ignited again: "Come here, let me harvest, I want to see with my own eyes how much this thing can produce!"

Following Emperor Jing's order, Fangzheng first ordered people to clear an acre of land, and then circled the area.

After that, the farmers in the field are directed to start harvesting.

When it comes to harvesting, this group of farmers in Taoyuan County already has experience, and the sweet potatoes can be buried in the ground and dug out directly, which is much easier than ordinary grains.

The utensils for holding sweet potatoes and the tools for weighing have already been prepared and kept aside.

Dozens of people began to enter the fields and gently dug in the ground.Afterwards, fist-sized sweet potatoes were unearthed in the field, and then thrown into the container.

As the land was constantly being turned over, looking around, the fruits buried in the floating soil seemed to be layered, and the size was not much different, and the tools were all the size of a fist.

Fangzheng shook his head when he saw it.

Fail!What a failure!The variety of this thing is also too bad, half the size of the sweet potato in my impression.

In his previous life, he rolled his eyes when he ate one of the roasted sweet potatoes sold in the gasoline tank. He just dug these out of the field. He reckoned that he could eat three at most, and Brother Biao could easily make ten in seconds.

It can be seen that the varieties are not good, so we have to find a way to breed excellent varieties!

At this time, Emperor Jing's eyes were already showing tension, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.

Hundreds of officials also pointed at the ground, talking about it.Everyone is very fresh for sweet potatoes.

Emperor Jing seemed a little impatient, and ordered Guo Tianyang, who was at the side, to fetch a container and weigh it in front of his eyes.

Afterwards, Guo Tianyang directed a few young eunuchs to carry the large scales and the containers already installed in the field, and began to put them on the scales to weigh them one by one.

Fangzheng couldn't help but start to feel a little nervous...

In the previous life, the yield of sweet potatoes per mu was less than five or six thousand catties, and the high ones could reach tens of thousands of catties.

Although there is no good land in Taoyuan County, the best plots have been selected and fertilized to cultivate the sweet potatoes.

At the critical moment, this primitive breed must not stretch your hips, it is considered a success if it weighs a thousand catties!

"Your Majesty, 57 catties..."

"73 pounds."

"94 pounds."

Guo Tianyang would call out the numbers every time he weighed himself.

Now the officials and His Majesty are very anxious, this is an excellent opportunity to express themselves.

The stupid Fang Zhengyi, when he appeared next to His Majesty, it was as if he had become an invisible person. His Majesty asked him everything!

This opportunity must not be wasted.

Emperor Jing stood on the ridge of the field, listening to the constant counting in his ears, staring at the sweet potatoes and farmers in the field with burning eyes.

It's about the people of the world and the future of Dajing, and he will never tolerate any falsification in the matter of Sheng Shishu!So keep an eye out!

Over the past few years, local officials have falsely reported their political achievements to the imperial court countless times, especially love to make a fuss about the people's food and drink.

It's not that the news of crops yielding thousands of catties per mu and hundreds of catties per mu has not appeared in the court, but every time it disappoints people.

In the end, only auspiciousness and auspicious omens are left...all of which are short-lived, like a mirror image..

Today, it was the first time that Emperor Jing went down to the field in person to experience the so-called "auspiciousness". How many Shengshi potatoes can be produced from this mu of land?

"170 nine catties!"

Emperor Jing couldn't help but get a little excited.It is only a small part of the ground that has been dug to produce such a large harvest... just a little more, just a little more can exceed the output of ordinary wheat....

"Three hundred catties!!!"

Guo Tianyang screamed excitedly, a little sharper than usual. This output has already steadily exceeded the output of wheat and rice.

Breaking three hundred?

Fangzheng's eyes lit up, and he hurried to Da Cheng's side, squeezing Guo Tianyang away.

Then the number was announced loudly.

"370 seven catties!"

"470 nine catties!"

"........"

The guard who kept lifting the sweet potatoes was already out of breath, and sweat began to slide down his forehead.

Emperor Jing clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body was so excited...it broke 470..it's already [-] nine catties!

Don't say that the yield per mu is [-], even if it has reached the present level, it is already a great contribution.

One mu of land can be used as two mu of land, how many people can live?

Emperor Jing walked up to the scale, picked up a piece of sweet potato and looked at it carefully.

Is it this unremarkable thing that can live countless lives?

"590 four catties!!"

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