Traveling through time with billions of supplies to become a farmer's little fortune

Soon, the family enjoyed the delicious chopped pepper fish head.

For the past two days, the village has been filled with fish and meat.

Thanks to the fruits that the county magistrate's wife bought at a high price, every household in the village has been eating well these days.

On this day, the county magistrate's wife came here, but the county magistrate also came along.

Because of the arrival of the county magistrate, the old village chief and village elders also came to the Su family.

Su Muyao planned to harvest all the potatoes and sweet potatoes in the field since the county magistrate was here today.

The county magistrate had already had breakfast before coming, but Su Muyao said that this was a new food made from sweet potatoes and potatoes in the fields.

Of course I had to try it. The boiled sweet potatoes and shredded potatoes, and the potatoes with chili peppers were soon ready.

The county magistrate was a little hesitant to eat the sweet potato soup at first, but when he saw that everyone in the Su family was eating it with relish, he tried a piece.

Once he ate it, he couldn't stop eating it. "This tastes really good, even better than corn."

Su Muyao just nodded and said, "If we want to develop sweet potatoes and potatoes on a large scale, then only the person in front of us can promote it."

"Uncle County Magistrate, please try these shredded potatoes. These potatoes can not only be used as a staple food, but also as a dish."

After tasting them all, the county magistrate had some ideas in mind.

This would usher in a new agriculture for the entire dynasty. Thinking of this, he wanted to go back and write a memorial to the emperor immediately, but when he remembered that he still didn't know what the yield per mu would be, he calmed down.

"I wonder how much sweet potatoes and potatoes can yield per acre?"

Old man Su on the side quickly replied: "Mr. County Magistrate, why don't you come with us later? My family is harvesting sweet potatoes today."

"Okay, let's go together later."

Not only the county magistrate was excited, the village chief was also very excited.

If all the villagers planted this, wouldn't they be less afraid of natural disasters? After all, during the previous drought, every household's grain production could only be reduced.

At that time, the grain harvest was about to fail, but the Su family's field was not watered and was still growing vigorously.

After breakfast, everyone gathered in the Su family’s field, not just the village chief and the county magistrate, but everyone in the village was there.

The villagers worked together to help the Su family turn over the crops on the land.

They also wanted to know how much this acre of land could produce. Before, they just thought it was novel because it was something they had never seen before. Now, the village chief said that it was not only edible but also tasted great.

Under the supervision of the county magistrate, the villagers spent most of the day and finally dug out all the sweet potatoes from the acre.

Everyone was completely shocked. There were so many sweet potatoes in this acre of land. The county magistrate was stunned.

"Hurry up and get on the scale!" Someone shouted, and soon the villagers began to weigh the sweet potatoes in baskets.

The final number was 6000 kilograms, which shocked everyone.

The old village chief thought someone had miscalculated, so he calculated it twice, and it was still 6000 kilograms. He didn't know what to say.

The county magistrate felt as if he was losing stability. He pinched his thigh hard and realized that he was not dreaming. How could this be?

Normal wheat can only produce 2 to 300 kilograms, but sweet potatoes can produce 6000 kilograms per acre, and that's under the premise of drought.

This acre of land is equivalent to the income from several acres of wheat.

This was a big deal, and the county magistrate really couldn't come up with an idea. Finally, he discussed with the Su family and decided not to move the batch of sweet potatoes for the time being, and to make a decision after he reported it.

Soon, the county magistrate asked the old Su family about the specific situation and how the food was made, and then hurried back. It can be said that he came and left in a hurry.

He simply forgot about his wife.

Li Yuanyuan was stunned. Her father actually forgot about her and her mother.

The county magistrate's wife thought that the scenery here was very beautiful. With the old lady at home, it didn't matter if she stayed here for a day or two.

After returning, the county magistrate immediately wrote a memorial and went to the capital overnight.

He knew that if this memorial was seen by the higher-ups, he would be summoned for sure. So if that was the case, he would definitely go straight to it to avoid wasting time going back and forth.

In the magnificent study of the imperial palace, the emperor was reviewing memorials one after another. Every day was a repetitive and boring life, and most of them were unimportant impeachments.

It was not until I saw the memorial submitted by Beichuan City that I read it once and then carefully read every word again from the beginning.

Especially the number 600. I don’t know if this person wrote it wrong. Even if it is kilograms, it is still a very impressive number.

After all, normally one acre of land can only yield 300 kilograms of crops, and this is only achieved when the harvest is good.

If this doubled directly, it would be a very remarkable thing.

"Little Dezi"

The eunuch who was serving tea to the side quickly responded, "I'm here."

"The person who delivered the memorial is in the capital."

"Reporting to the emperor, this person is in the capital." Xiao Dezi was a eunuch who served the emperor for decades.

This man would do everything very thoroughly no matter what he did, which was the main reason why the emperor liked him to serve him alone.

"Notify them to come directly to the emperor tomorrow morning."

"I'll do it right away," Xiao Dezi said and hurriedly left the imperial study.

The emperor tossed and turned in bed that night. The entire dynasty was filled with refugees, and things had not been going well for the past 40 years since he came to power.

There were many famines in the early years, and in recent years, many people died from famines alone.

Until a few years ago, there was a legend among the people that the current emperor was unkind and that was why natural disasters kept happening.

Later, he found out that it was the Queen Mother Song who was behind the trouble.

He wanted to remove himself from this position and support his son, King Xiaoyao, to take the throne.

Eventually he was secretly executed by himself, and the rumors stopped.

In the early morning, before dawn, the emperor, with dark circles under his eyes, put on his yellow robe with the help of his maid.

Everyone in the Golden Palace had been waiting outside the palace before dawn.

When the emperor arrived, he took out the memorial and asked Xiao Dezi to read it out loud. Everyone was shocked.

The Minister of Rites stepped forward and questioned directly: "Your Majesty, we doubt the authenticity of this memorial, mainly because the person who submitted the memorial is talking nonsense. Who knows that the best land can only yield 300 kilograms at most.

This memorial directly stated that the new crop yield was 6000 kilograms per mu, which is absolutely impossible."

Some people gradually seconded the proposal.

They felt that this was completely fabricated. If the yield per mu was 6000 kilograms, it would already be an incredible thing, but they actually dared to say it was kilograms.

Soon, the county magistrate of the small town under Xichuan City came to the Golden Palace.

This was the first time the county magistrate came to the Golden Palace, and he felt indescribably nervous.

"Your humble servant, Li Rong, the magistrate of Taohua Town, Xichuan City, comes to pay his respects to the emperor. Long live the emperor."

"flat body"

"Thank you, Your Majesty"

The emperor, sitting on the dragon throne, looked at the county magistrate below.