Lin Yang went on to introduce the sweet potatoes.
"This is called sweet potato, also known as sweet potato. It can be considered my treasure.”
"Oh? More powerful than that potato?" Old Zheng couldn't help but sit up straight.
"Of course." "Not only can this sweet potato be used as a staple food, but it's also a treasure.”
"Everything from the fruit to the stem and leaves can be eaten.”
"The preservation period of potatoes is relatively short, only about half a year.”
"As long as this sweet potato is dried, you can leave it for as long as you want. Moreover, the taste is definitely much better than that Guokui.”
"Moreover, the yield of sweet potatoes is definitely not much worse than potatoes.”
Everyone looked at each other.
It was self-evident what a staple food that could be stored for a long time meant.
Moreover, it also had a terrifying output.
Wang Ben clenched his fists tightly and his eyes turned red.
He looked at Lin Yang with gratitude.
He had given Great Qin…a future!
Great Qin did not lack strong crossbows and armor.
There was no shortage of soldiers who were not afraid of death.
At the border with the Huns, the commoners were suffering.
The soldiers at the border had lost many of their comrades at the hands of the foreign races.
Under the stimulation of hatred and military merits, they could not wait to start a war.
However, Great Qin was unable to respond to them.
It was not because of anything else.
Food was insufficient!
Great Qin's army of hundreds of thousands of soldiers moved out.
At that time, the amount of grain needed would be an astronomical figure.
In addition to the captives who were cultivating the Chi Dao and building the Great Wall.
They had to eat before they could work.
The difficult task of feeding these soldiers and captives fell on Great Qin's residents.
However, with Great Qin's current lagging productivity…
He even caused a natural disaster.
Under such circumstances, how many people could the commoners feed?
Why were Old Zheng, Wang Ben, and the others so excited?
Because they had experienced famine.
He had also seen that terrifying scene with his own eyes.
Hunger broke through the bottom line of the people, and sins were rampant. Thousands of miles of people starved to death.
Unhandled corpses would cause a large-scale plague.
Great Qin's residents did not want to live in luxury.
He only wanted to barely fill his stomach and survive.
They were struggling with their lives on the line between life and death, living a precarious life.
It was also because of this that the remnants of the Six Nations had the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
It caused Great Qin's territory to become unstable.
However, with Lin Yang's potatoes, rice, corn, and sweet potatoes…everything would change.
If the commoners could eat their fill, they would naturally not risk their lives to rebel.
The abundant food could also allow the soldiers at the border to fight without any worries.
The people were happier.
The mountains and rivers became more stable.
Great Qin became even more powerful.
It could be said that Lin Yang had taken out the seeds of these crops.
Merit lies in the country, and benefits lie in thousands of years.
Elder Zheng was so excited that his entire body trembled.
In addition to the aphorism that had been passed down from generation to generation, it pulled him back from the edge of sinking.
It could be said that he was about to topple the building.
He even had the urge to reward Lin Yang on the spot.
But he knew that he couldn't do that.
He had asked Lin Yang about it when he was drunk.
He said that he would give him a gold seal, a purple belt, a title of prime minister, and ten thousand households.
Although he was already half drunk when he said this.
However, it was obvious that he wanted to recruit Lin Yang.
However, Lin Yang made it clear:
"Official? Whoever wants to do that can do it. Anyway, I just want to live my free life.”
"If you want my help and my things, no problem.”
"I'll give you a 1% discount."
In response, Old Zheng could only smile bitterly after he sobered up.
He finally knew.
Lin Yang was impervious to oil and salt, and he seemed to have only recognized one word.
Money!
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