At the entrance of the Hall of Proclamation.
Zhangsun Chong, who was dressed in an official robe, was bowing respectfully towards the Xuanzhen Palace's door. His hair was slightly messy, and even his official hat was slightly askew.
His father had taught him that not only did he have to be sincere in his speech and attitude, but he also had to act properly in order for Li Er to feel his sincerity.
To understand it by words, to move it by form.
Only by paying attention to the details would he inadvertently reveal his feelings and make people believe him.
Therefore, Zhangsun Chong had deliberately made his hair and official hat look like this to show that he was haggard and anxious.
When the Emperor saw him in this state, he would definitely feel his concern.
When he found Changle, His Majesty would definitely stand on his side. Zhangsun Chong was delighted at the thought of this.
Li Lizhi was the number one beauty of the Great Tang. She was both beautiful and talented, and every man admired her.
Moreover, Li Er favored the Princess of Changle, so he would definitely love her and enjoy her love.
His future was limitless!
"Crack…"
The sound of the door opening rang out. Zhangsun Chong quickly looked up and saw that it was Imperial Attendant Chen. He couldn't help but smile politely and say,"
"Eunuch Chen, may I enter now?”
"No."
"What? Chen, Eunuch Chen, did you not express my intentions clearly…"
"His Majesty didn't order the minister to interfere in this matter, but you dared to provoke your superiors and ignore the laws of the country. You deserve to be punished!”
With a cold face, Chamberlain Chen waved his hand under Zhangsun Chong's dumbfounded gaze.
"Left and right! Send Assistant Minister Zhangsun out and beat him with fifty sticks!”
"Plop…"
Zhangsun Chong fell to the ground powerlessly, his face shrivelled up like an eggplant. He was dragged out with his hands crossed by the guards, and he wailed in his heart.
'Oh no, I've gone too far…'
……
Back Mountain Village.
"Old Liu, how many catties of grain has been harvested?”
"There are many. Young Master is very happy today. It's good to get a wife, right?”
"Shoo shoo shoo, you're so rude. I'm asking you how many catties of food you have in total.”
"We don't know how to count, so how can we calculate so much?”
Old Liu, the village accountant, could not help but rub his head. Qin Feng could not help but be stunned.
That's right, most of the villagers were illiterate, so how could they know how to count? Most of the villagers couldn't count even if they numbered more than a hundred.
The blacksmith Lao Gen said,
"Young Master, that grain is enough for us to eat for several years. When there is a harvest in late autumn, we won't be able to finish it.”
"Why don't Young Master transport some food to the city and change Young Madam's clothes?”
The land of the hundred families in Reliance Village all belonged to Qin Feng.
But all these years, the Qin family had distributed all the grain to the villagers. This was the fundamental reason why the villagers were so grateful.
"Yes, in the future, we still have to give birth to a chubby baby for Young Master. We can't let Young Madam suffer. Change some clothes and women's household items so that Young Madam can give birth to a baby in peace.”
A middle-aged woman carrying a hoe walked over. Qin Feng looked over and said,
"Auntie Zhao, how many acres of grain has Reliance Village harvested?”
"More than 60 mu, the remaining 100 mu will be confiscated. In a few days, they will be taken back when they mature, but there is too much food to put.”
Hearing this, Qin Feng roughly estimated the amount of food he currently had.
The seeds given by the system grew even better than the ones in his previous life. Take sweet potatoes for example.
It grew fast, had a big head, and was full of water.
A sweet potato weighed nearly a catty, and there were seven or eight of them under a sweet potato seedling.
In his previous life, the yield per mu of sweet potatoes was about 3,000 catties. One sweet potato seedling produced about two catties, while his was close to eight catties.
In this way, the yield per mu was 12,000 jin, or perhaps even more.
As for corn and potatoes, there were even more.
There were now 60 mu of grain, 720,000 jin!
There were still more than a hundred mu of grain that had yet to be excavated, which was more than two million catties!
There were about a hundred families in Kaoshan Village, and about five hundred people. If they ate as much as they wanted, each person would only be able to eat ten catties a day.
5,000 catties a day was enough for 400 days!
Don't forget, these grains could be produced twice a year, three times a year, or even four times a year.
Qin Feng gasped. In the past, he couldn't be bothered to care about him. Now, he realized that he was already a big grain farmer.
He had to exchange these grains for some money to start other businesses.
After all, he had to take good care of his wife after he got married. Moreover, there were system rewards for doing business.
Sweet potatoes were a grain that the Great Tang had never produced. If they were sold directly, very few people would buy them.
Well, this sweet potato needed to be packaged a little.
There it was!
Qin Feng called out to the blacksmith Old Gen and found an old and abandoned iron bucket in the village. He asked Old Gen to dig a few holes and put some iron pillars in.
At the same time, he asked Old Liu to pick up some coal from the coal mine at the back of the mountain.
Reliance Village was a treasure trove. Qin Feng had discovered a huge coal mine in the past six months.
Coal was a treasure. It was the main source of energy for the first industrial revolution in his previous life. With this thing, many things could be made in the future!
After a while, Old Liu came back with a sack on his back. He panted and said,
"Young Master, what's the use of carrying these stones back?”
"Just watch."
Qin Feng grinned. At this moment, Laogen's metal bucket rack has already been set up. It's a little rough, but it can be used.
Auntie Zhao brought a lighter to Qin Feng. The latter removed the impurities on the surface of the coal and threw it into the iron bucket with some firewood.
Start a fire!
Put the sweet potatoes on the iron frame!
Yes, this newly built iron bucket was a sweet potato roasting stove, just like the ones sold on the streets in his previous life.
The fragrance floated for ten miles. When he sold it, it would definitely attract a lot of people.
"Young Master, what are you doing? Do you want to roast sweet potatoes?”
"That won't do. The fire won't last long.”
Old Liu and the others squatted at the side and looked around curiously. Qin Feng was the one who taught them how to roast sweet potatoes. They all said that they smelled good after eating them.
Now, the villagers were eating roasted sweet potatoes, corn, and potatoes.
About half an hour later, a burst of fragrance wafted over. Auntie Zhao and the others could not sit still anymore. They were surprised.
"Why is the fire still burning? The stone is on fire!"
"Young Master is really an immortal. Even the stone is on fire.”
"It smells so good. Why is this sweet potato even more fragrant than when it's usually roasted?”
The sound of gulping continuously rang out. The surrounding villagers had already gathered over, all attracted by the fragrance.
The sweet potatoes in the bonfire were naturally not as fragrant as those on the grill.
After another ten minutes, Qin Feng saw that the sweet potatoes were all cooked. He first picked up two and placed them in his pocket. Then, he called out to the villagers around him,
"Come, come, everyone try the roasted sweet potatoes.”
"Alright, thank you, Young Master."
A group of villagers came over excitedly. They took one each in an orderly manner and began to eat happily at the side.
This was all taught by Qin Feng. You can't fight over it. You have to share the delicious food equally.
"Wow, it smells so good. This sweet potato is even more delicious than before.”
"Even an iron bucket can roast sweet potatoes. Young Master is really an immortal.”
Seeing that the villagers were in high spirits, Qin Feng also had a happy expression. He casually asked,
"How much do you think this sweet potato can be sold for?”
"Roasted sweet potatoes are delicious, delicious. They cost at least ten copper coins, right?”
"But rice is only eight wen per catty. Isn't it a little expensive?”
"It's not expensive, not expensive. Can one catty of rice fill your stomach? Was it as fragrant as roasted sweet potatoes? I can sell it for ten copper coins!"
Old Liu said loudly, and Old Gen nodded.
"Yes! This delicious roasted sweet potato is worth this price. Ten coins, not even a penny less. What does Young Master think?”
"Yes."
Qin Feng smilingly nodded.
"Later, Lao Gen, you and Lao Liu will take a few villagers to sell these roasted sweet potatoes at the entrance of the dignitaries in Chang 'an City.”
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