Shocked! After planting, a sickly and charming first assistant will grow up.

"Ha! I don't know when the Prime Minister will be my master."

Jiang Dong was silent, hearing the dissatisfaction in the emperor's words, but did not move.

Seeing that he remained motionless in his bowed posture, many of the "Prime Minister's Party" who understood the idea came out and knelt down: "I second my proposal."

"I second the proposal."

Yo ho! Infighting!

The eyes of the shit stirrers of the four countries are all bright.

The purpose of this trip was not achieved, but they were happy to see Dayong dog bite dog.

The old prince was anxious. The child had suffered in the past and mistakenly took the fish eyes for pearls. He felt distressed and sad. The country was facing a crisis, and a bunch of moths only knew how to fight among themselves.

You Jiang Dong are so awesome, how come you don’t dare to fart when the Beiling people are so arrogant?

Just as he was about to go out to rescue Ran Er's child, a careless voice sounded in the hall:

"Isn't it? Isn't it? You don't want to call this a dog even if you don't want a grain yield of three thousand per mu? How rich are you in Beiling that you let the eldest prince speak arrogantly in front of the palace?"

The old man's blood rushed to his forehead. He heard it right. This was the voice of the most bastard son in the family.

This bastard stole his favorite purple clay pot, sold it for money, and then ran away without a trace.

The cytoplasm in the purple clay pot was raised by his father's father and grandparents, and the white water smelled like tea when he poured it into it.

This guy actually sold it to a political enemy for some money. He paid a high price to redeem it, and he even got a favor for it.

The old Duke was breathing heavily. If not for the four kingdoms, he would have killed his relatives as a matter of justice.

Wait...what did the prodigal thing just say?

A yield of three thousand per mu?

The old Duke's eyes widened.

The rest of the people were also staring, plucking their ears, and they all suspected that they had heard wrong or that this kid had said something wrong.

No one here knows how to distinguish between grains and grains. The concept of a yield of three thousand per mu can be understood without thinking.

The most abundant grain currently produced is corn, with a yield of about 800 to 1,000 per mu. This ugly soybean... can actually yield 3,000 per mu?

Are you kidding me?

The eyes of shock, doubt, suspicion, and disbelief fell on the potato in the snakeskin bag.

The emperor sat upright and gave the old Duke a calm look to reassure him. He had watched Qi Rui grow up and would never talk nonsense about such a thing.

The most important thing... he believed that the little princess was definitely not the kind of person who would talk arrogantly regardless of the seriousness of the situation.

For the first time, the eyes of a king fell on Luo Xi, "Is what the boy from the Qi family said true?"

He didn't trust others and just wanted to listen to what Luo Xi had to say.

Luo Xi glanced at Dyson, who was already looking bad, and said in a smiling voice, "Reporting to Your Majesty, what Qi Rui said is true——"

"The name of the grain is potatoes. I am willing to guarantee it with my life. Indeed, the yield per mu is three thousand. In Nan'an Prefecture, the grassroots have already sown and harvested."

In an instant, the anger and annoyance on the faces of Dayong officials were wiped away. They were willing to guarantee it with their lives, and they believed 30%.

His eyes suddenly brightened, as if he had found a treasure.

Some veterans even wanted to rush up to pick up Obito's potatoes and take a bite.

I couldn't help but started whispering, "Three thousand! The yield per mu is three thousand. Do you think what this young man said is true?"

"I thought that even if the three thousand were cut in half, it would only be one thousand and five, and that would be a great blessing for me!"

The excitement in his voice was undisguised, which made the 'Prime Minister's Party' who was still kneeling on the ground look as funny as a clown.

Jiang Dong's face was gloomy, Luo Xi didn't understand him, Lu Yunjin still knew a thing or two, he was young but more cautious and thoughtful than many of the old guys present.

Without complete certainty, he would never be standing here today.

The emperor looked down at the girl who had just turned fifteen years old. The girl's clear and translucent peach blossom eyes seemed to be able to speak, conveying a meaning to him.

Uncle, don't panic, I'm here to help Dayong solve the food crisis.

There was something stuck in my throat, and my eyes were red.

In fact, Luo Xi is really not as great as the emperor.

She understood that both Yin Yao and the emperor's kindness to her were all based on the amazing talent and beauty of the eldest princess Fuze.

But feelings need to be managed and maintained, otherwise all kinds of feelings will gradually disappear or fade over time.

If you want to live a free and unrestrained life in this dynasty, you must hug the emperor's thighs.

Lu Yunjin looked at the court, which was happier than the New Year, and smiled knowingly. Luo Xi's reason is always higher than her emotions.

Lu Yunjin herself would say that she is inferior to her in terms of controlling people's hearts.

Look how moved the old fox is!

The expressions of disdain or ridicule on the faces of the envoys from the four countries turned into gloom.

Dyson didn't believe there was such a coincidence in the world. Just when Dayong ran out of food, a boy appeared out of nowhere and offered high-yielding grain seeds.

Ah! It's just an empty city plan.

He opened his mouth to pour cold water on the happy Jinluan Palace, "Ha! I have never heard of a grain yield of three thousand per mu in my twenty years of life——"

"There is no such record in the history books of Beiling. What about your three kingdoms? Are there any?"

His words silenced the court for an instant.

The other three countries responded to this question and shook their heads, saying no and had never heard of it.

The smile on Dyson's handsome face was slightly distorted. He liked to watch others fall from the clouds the most. He said bluntly:

"We all know that Dayong has just experienced a natural disaster. Emperor Dayong, isn't this a trick you came up with to fool us?"

The officials' hearts clicked. Dyson's guess was very likely. Their Majesty had always been cunning, so it was not impossible for him to pull off an empty city plan.

The momentum that had just been rising was flagging again.

Luo Xi said "heh", "Prince Beiling, do you know why the flowers are so red?"

Dyson: "???"

Before she could say anything, Luo Xi bent over and picked up the big flowerpot she brought, "Your Majesty, please look, there are potato plants in the pot!"

She gently moved away the soil with her hands, revealing the fruitful rhizomes underneath, "One plant can produce about ten to dozens of kilograms——"

"Prince Beiling, use your poor brain to calculate how much you can harvest from one acre of land with this kind of yield. Do you need me to get you paper and pen?"

She pulled the plant out of the soil, and six fist-sized potatoes were floating in the air... which made Dayong Baiguan like it very much.

The envoys from the four countries showed gloomy expressions.

Damn it, why is Dayong so lucky? A stall that was running out of food could grow such high-yielding grains. How come their country couldn't come across this?

"Okay, okay!" The emperor said three times in a row, and it was easy for anyone to hear the joy and pride in his voice.

"Luo Xi, it is a great achievement for you to present high-yielding grain seeds. How do you want me to reward you?"

I am urging you to speak quickly. If you want to be granted the title of Marquis or Prime Minister, I will take off the prime minister's hat and put it on your head.

Now, even all the officials are envious. This guy's timing is really amazing!

A few months ago... there was no shortage of food in Dayong! The contribution of this high-yield grain seed is just the icing on the cake.

A few months later... I'm afraid the border war has started! No matter how much food there is, it is still a waste of time.

It was just at this time that the four countries came to test, suppressing all their ambitions at once!

I really want to yell: Damn it! Come and fight!

Grandpa has food...don't panic!