Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

After waiting for an hour, the officials slowly descended the stairs, one by one, looking exhausted, their physical strength severely depleted.

One couldn't help but wonder how much toilet water they had to drink last night to end up in such a state.

As soon as the crowd came downstairs, they saw Fang Zheng Yi loudly berating the innkeeper.

"You lazy bunch! How have I been teaching you all this time? Huh! You haven't changed a rag in half an hour. How can guests feel safe with such work!"

"I told you before that you have to scrub the toilet seven times and flush it seven times, and then let the waiter take a sip. Have you met this hygiene standard!"

The innkeeper was "drenched in cold sweat": "Reporting to you, sir, we have definitely done everything you instructed!"

"It's just that this kid is new here today and doesn't know the rules. I'll have him change the rag right away..."

"If there's a next time! I'll skin you alive!"

After this performance, the officials' expressions eased slightly.

So, it's something people can drink... Since everyone drank it, it's not too embarrassing.

That damn Fang Zheng Yi may not be a good person, but his hygiene is surprisingly good. You can tell from the street hygiene level in Taoyuan County that it shouldn't be fake.

Seeing that the situation had eased, Fang Zheng Yi secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

He couldn't afford to offend everyone too much, or he really wouldn't be able to get along. Fortunately, he managed to muddle through. Once the sweet potatoes are revealed, everyone's attention should be diverted.

It's just that Li Yuan Zhao, that little rascal, has been gloating. It seems His Majesty hasn't beaten him enough!

Seeing that everyone was present, Fang Zheng Yi walked to Emperor Jing's side and said, "Your Majesty, everyone is here. It's a bit of a distance to the fields. I've arranged carriages. Please get in."

Subsequently, the group traveled in a grand procession towards the fields under Ao Chen's guidance.

Upon arriving at the fields, everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. The bare ground was covered with some leaves, and it didn't seem like there was anything there...

Could it be that Fang Zheng Yi, that kid, was really lying?

Emperor Jing also frowned, feeling a little disappointed. There were clearly only some leaves on the ground, but no fruit.

"Where is the fruit of this Prosperous Era Sweet Potato? Does it grow underground?"

"Indeed, Your Majesty has a discerning eye, I admire you!"

"Enough talk, quickly let me see what this Prosperous Era Sweet Potato looks like!"

Emperor Jing nodded, his eyes fixed on the land in front of him, his enthusiasm rekindled: "Come, harvest it for me! I want to see with my own eyes how much this thing can produce!"

With Emperor Jing's command, Fang Zheng Yi began to have people clear and measure one mu of land, and then mark the area.

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

When it came to harvesting, the farmers of Taoyuan County already had experience, and sweet potatoes were buried in the ground and could be dug out directly, which was much easier than ordinary grains.

Containers for holding sweet potatoes and tools for weighing them had already been prepared and set aside.

Dozens of people began to enter the field and gently dig in the ground. Soon, sweet potatoes the size of fists were unearthed one by one and thrown into the containers.

As the land was continuously turned over, looking around, the fruits were buried between the topsoil and seemed to be layered, and the sizes were similar, all about the size of a fist.

Fang Zheng Yi shook his head.

Failure! It's really a failure! This variety is too poor. It's half the size of the sweet potatoes in his memory.

In his previous life, he could barely finish one roasted sweet potato sold from gasoline drums, but he estimated that he could eat at most three of these freshly dug ones, while Brother Biao could easily devour a dozen.

It's obvious that the variety is not good, and he has to find a way to cultivate excellent varieties!

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

The officials also pointed and talked about the sweet potatoes, discussing them. Everyone was very curious about the sweet potatoes.

Emperor Jing seemed a little impatient, instructing Guo Tianyang to bring the containers and scales to weigh them in front of him.

Subsequently, Guo Tianyang directed several young eunuchs to carry the large scales and the containers that had already been filled from the field, and began to place them on the scales one by one to weigh them.

Fang Zheng Yi couldn't help but feel a little nervous...

In his previous life, sweet potatoes yielded at least five or six thousand catties per mu, and some could reach tens of thousands of catties.

Although Taoyuan County didn't have good land, it had tried its best to use the best plots and apply fertilizer to cultivate these sweet potatoes.

At this critical moment, this original variety must not disappoint. If it reaches one thousand catties, it will be considered a success!

"Your Majesty, fifty-seven catties..."

"Seventy-three catties."

"Ninety-four catties."

Each time the weight was measured, Guo Tianyang would shout out the number loudly.

Now the officials and His Majesty were anxious, this was an excellent opportunity to perform.

Damn Fang Zheng Yi, since he appeared by His Majesty's side, he seemed to have become an invisible person. His Majesty asked him everything!

This opportunity must not be wasted.

Emperor Jing stood on the ridge, listening to the constant reports of numbers in his ear, his eyes intently fixed on the sweet potatoes and farmers in the field.

It concerned the people of the world, the future of Da Jing, and he would not tolerate any falsehood in the matter of the Prosperous Era Sweet Potato! So he must keep a close watch!

Over the years, countless local officials had falsely reported achievements to the court, especially those who liked to make a fuss about the people's food and clothing.

News of crops yielding a thousand catties per mu or several hundred catties per mu was not uncommon in the court, but each time it was disappointing.

In the end, only auspicious signs and omens remained... all were fleeting, like a reflection in the water...

Today, Emperor Jing was considered to be descending into the fields for the first time to see the so-called "auspicious signs." How many Prosperous Era Sweet Potatoes could this one mu of land produce?

"One hundred and seventy-nine catties!"

Emperor Jing couldn't help but feel a little excited. Only a small part of the ground had been excavated, but there was already so much harvest... A little more, as long as a little more, it would exceed the yield of ordinary wheat....

"Three hundred catties!!!"

Guo Tianyang screamed excitedly, a few notes higher than usual. Such a yield had already steadily exceeded the yield of wheat and rice.

Breaking three hundred?

Fang Zheng Yi's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked to the large scales, pushing Guo Tianyang away.

Then he loudly reported the numbers.

"Three hundred and seventy-seven catties!"

"Four hundred and seventy-nine catties!"

"........"

The guards who were constantly lifting the sweet potatoes were now panting and sweating from their foreheads.

Emperor Jing clenched his fists, his whole body was excited... Breaking four hundred... It was already four hundred and seventy-nine catties!

Not to mention eight hundred catties per mu, even the current achievement was already a great contribution.

One mu of land could be used as two mu of land, how many people could it save?

Emperor Jing walked to the scales, picked up a sweet potato, and examined it carefully.

Was it this unassuming thing that could save countless people?

"Five hundred and ninety-four catties!!"