Daqin: Consolidate the destiny of the country and help the ancestors live forever!

It's time to see what it's like.

The three chatted for a long time in the imperial study room before they dispersed.

The next day.

The court discussed the affairs in the morning and won the midnight without going.

Take people straight to the outside of Xianyang city.

ps: Brothers and sisters, the normal is the third shift, and the abnormal is the fifth shift. Don’t confuse normal and abnormal.shit yellow button go~~

Chapter 62 New crops, green ocean

Ying Ziye sat on the chariot and was escorted by Wang Li to the Lantian camp.

The scenery along the way is beautiful and pleasant, and Ying Ziye is a little fascinated by watching it.

If the people all over the world could have enough to eat, then the environment here would really be a fairyland on earth.

It was not far from Xianyang City, and some people could still be seen walking around along the way.

I saw a simple and bright smile on the faces of the people.

Walking with a smile, it can be seen that their hearts are full of hope and happiness.

When the common people saw the soldiers and the chariot, they found out that the person who was traveling and sitting on the chariot was Prince Jiu.

They all gave way to a wide road to let him pass.

The people stopped to watch, and when the chariot passed by, they all bowed down.

It wasn't until the chariot walked away that the people stood up again.

"I heard that many new crops have been planted outside the city, and the yield per mu is astonishing. I don't know if this is true."

"I've heard it too. I heard that there are [-] soldiers guarding it. Most people can't even get close."

"Send one hundred thousand soldiers to guard? No way? What kind of treasure is so valuable?"

"I don't know, the court hasn't officially announced it yet."

"If this news is true, that would be great!"

"I really have to thank Mr. Jiu. I heard that the recent tax cuts and land distribution were all ordered by Mr. Jiu."

"Our Daqin has nine sons, God bless us, Daqin, and the people of Daqin!"

"None of the actions of the Nine Young Masters were for the sake of the people. I don't know how many people have been saved by opening warehouses for disaster relief."

"Young Master Jiu is really a saint! I am so lucky to have Master Jiu take pity on me!"

"Now that Young Master Jiu is traveling, is he going to see those crops?"

"It's not impossible, just in case there are new crops with an astonishing yield per mu!"

The people spoke out one after another, telling all the news they had heard recently.

And on the chariot.

Ying Ziye summoned Wang Li.

"What's going on outside?"

Wang Li rode close to the chariot and saluted on horseback.

"Reporting to the Ninth Young Master, the last general doesn't know, but they all knelt down just now."

"In the end, I will go and inquire about it."

Wang Li rode away and returned to the chariot after a short time.

"Reporting to Lord Ninth, the people are all praising your achievements."

"He said that he cared about the people and did a lot of things that benefited them."

"They all believed in you, admired you, and just knelt down to thank you."

Ying Ziye was taken aback, just now he thought that someone wanted to seek justice.

Didn't expect it to be thanks to what he's been doing lately.

The people are simple and simple, as long as you do practical things for them, they will sincerely thank you.

Their requirements are also very simple, as long as they can eat enough and dress warmly.

Ying Ziye was filled with emotion.

He believes that Daqin will have a better life in the future.

There was nothing to say all the way, and the team soon arrived at Lantian Camp.

Wang Ben and Li Xin have been guarding here recently.

He has already regarded this place as his new home.

The two would go to the fields every day to check the growth details of sweet potatoes.

It is necessary to make a record every day. These days, they are almost becoming farmers.

Today they are going to the fields to check the situation as usual.

However, after receiving a temporary notice, the ninth son will come to inspect.

So they were waiting here early.

After seeing the chariot of Jiu Gongzi stopped, they all surrounded him.

The surrounding soldiers also saluted.

"I have seen Ninth Young Master!"

"I have seen Ninth Young Master!"

"Well, no gift."

When Ying Ziye got off the chariot, he saw Wang Ben, Li Xin and Meng Yi.

After seeing it, he was stunned.

"Why are you all so black?"

The three of Wang Ben scratched their heads in embarrassment.

Now it's autumn, and the weather is starting to cool down, but the sun still shines from time to time.

Can you not get dark if you are exposed to the sun all day long?

"It's okay, the black spot is healthy."

Li Xin is a bit simple and honest, and doesn't care about this black point at all.

Ying Ziye nodded and looked into the distance.

"Ninth Young Master, good news! The new crops are growing vigorously."

"The ground is green and the situation is good!"

When Li Xin mentioned the new crops, he was undoubtedly extremely excited.

"Then let's take a look together today."

"Ninth Young Master, please~!"

Several people walked towards the ground.

Soon I saw an endless green ocean appearing in front of my eyes.

This piece of land is full of sweet potatoes, and the sweet potato seedlings have grown very densely, one after another, very dense.

The land here is fertile, and in about two months, these sweet potatoes can be harvested.

This is Daqin's hope. As they walked and watched, the sweet potatoes were growing in an orderly manner.

The tens of thousands of acres of land have not been seen completely, but just casually.

And the potato seedlings have grown to knee height.

Ying Ziye stopped at the edge of a field of sweet potatoes.

I bent down and broke a sweet potato seedling, which is really growing ferociously.

In just one month, the sweet potato stalk has grown to the thickness of a little finger.

It is worthy of being produced by the system, with such growth, it is really a boutique!

Wang Ben and the accompanying people were a little curious about what the ninth son wanted to do.

They all stared wide-eyed and watched without blinking.

"General Wang Ben."

Ying Ziye handed the sweet potato stalk to Wang Ben.

"What is the ninth son's order?"

Subconsciously, Wang Ben took the half of the sweet potato stalk, not knowing why.

"When I go back and make an announcement, then you will break off these sweet potato seedlings like this."

Ying Ziye performed the operation on the spot, so that several people could see it clearly, and explained it in detail.

Soon a few people learned how to snap off sweet potato seedlings.

"What's the use of doing that?"

Meng Yi couldn't understand this operation.

"It's very simple. These sweet potato stalks can be planted directly, as long as they are inserted into the soil along the direction of the leaf growth."

Ying Ziye showed them a demonstration with a smile, inserting the sweet potato stems back into the soil.

How many people are dumbfounded, can they still operate like this?

Can it be planted with only stalks?

Is this too amazing?

"Master Jiu, will planting like this affect the yield per mu of sweet potatoes?"

Wang Li looked at the sweet potato stem in disbelief.

"No, sweet potatoes grown from sweet potato stalks may have an even more astonishing yield per mu."

Several people were speechless for a long time after hearing Ying Ziye's words.

This is amazing, it just refreshes their knowledge.

"Then... can those potato stalks be planted directly?"

Meng Yi looked at the large piece of potatoes in the distance.

If those potato stems can also be planted, I can't imagine it.

The rest of the people also thought of this, and they all looked at Ying Ziye eagerly.

"Thinking too much, how is this possible."

Ying Ziye ruthlessly shattered the thoughts of Meng Yi and the others.

Meng Yi and the others smiled awkwardly.

If so, these crops would be everywhere.

It will be impossible to starve to death by then.

Chapter 63 A Sweet Potato Seedling, Take Your Life?

A few people continued to walk forward, and Ying Ziye's expression suddenly became weird.

Around the tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, countless burly soldiers stood guarding it densely.

Each soldier held a spear in his hand and looked at the large piece of sweet potato with a serious face.

It was as if he was afraid that the sweet potatoes would be stolen in the blink of an eye.