"Fragrant, very fragrant!"
As soon as the dishes were served, the three of them began to gulp.
Meng Yi and Wang Ben couldn't wait to taste the dishes after Su Yu handed them the bowl and chopsticks.
"Delicious!"
"Such a taste is hard to find in the world."
"Wonderful, wonderful."
……
The two of them waved their chopsticks wildly.
Su Yushi's eyes twitched.
Seeing the two of them eating so happily, Old Zhao couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth.
He wanted to eat it too.
However, as the emperor, someone had to test the poison before eating, right?
The two of them swept through half a plate of dishes and a bowl of rice in an instant.
Old Zhao couldn't hold it in anymore. He picked up his weapon and joined the battle.
And with Old Zhao's participation.
Wang Ben and Meng Yi became more obedient.
……
"Burp... little brother Su Yu, what are your dishes and the things in this bowl?”
Old Zhao burped and asked Su Yu.
"That's right, that's right. These grains are white and plump. They don't seem to be wheat.”
"Yeah, this thing has a sweet aftertaste. It's much more delicious than wheat!”
Su Yu smiled slightly. Here comes the main topic!
"The rice in the bowl is a new staple food from a crop called rice.”
In fact, rice had been planted in Chu since the first generation. However, rice seeds that had not been crossbred and improved in this period had poor adaptability to the environment, and there were very few places suitable for planting.
Great Qin had only been established less than ten years ago.
In addition, the transportation was inconvenient and the production was low.
Therefore, some unknown crops that originally belonged to various countries were not widely recognized.
……
New crops!
The three of them looked at Su Yu in surprise.
They all knew what the new crop meant.
That was a more abundant food reserve.
It was also a guarantee of life for the people when they encountered famine.
This meant that Great Qin's strength had increased by a notch!
Just based on the discovery of a new crop.
Su Yu deserved a reward!
Then, Wang Ben picked up another piece of shredded potato with vinegar sauce and put it into his mouth.
"There's also yellow silk. It's sour and appetizing. It's very delicious.”
"And this soft thing is simply too full.”
Su Yu smiled and introduced,"
"These two things are made from the same crop, potatoes.”
" Another new crop?!"
The three of them widened their eyes.
Two crops were found in one day.
One of them could even be used as a main dish.
One had to know that during the Qin Dynasty, there were not many things to choose from on the dining table.
The staple food category only has five grains: millet, millet, beans, hemp, wheat.
There were no five kinds of vegetables: sunflower, wild grass, scallions, leeks and onions.
"Brother Su Yu, how much per mu of these two crops are you producing?”
Old Zhao asked a crucial question.
If the yield per mu was substantial, then today's trip would definitely be a pleasant surprise.
Su Yu smiled.
"The yield of my rice is…about four thousand catties per mu.”
"Impossible!"
Old Zhao frowned and denied Su Yu.
What kind of joke was this?
Four thousand jin?
The counties with the highest production of millet and wheat in Great Qin only produced 500 catties per mu.
Su Yu smiled and did not explain anything.
During the Qin Dynasty, farming techniques were extremely backward.
After planting it, he would leave it alone and let the crops grow on their own.
There was no intensive farming at all.
If they encountered some special weather conditions.
There was no harvest.
A yield of 4000 catties naturally sounded like a dream to them.
At this moment, Meng Yi also burst out laughing.
"I say, Su Yu, don't joke around. Are you going to say later that your potato yield is 8,000 catties per mu?”
"Su Yu, if your rice can really produce 4,000 catties per mu, I, Old Wang, will run around Xianyang City naked!”
Wang Ben mocked Su Yu as he munched on the shredded potatoes.
It was true.
Su Yu was not afraid of anything, but she was afraid that others would argue with her.
You don't believe me?
" Come, come, come. Stop eating and come with me…"
Su Yu stood up and dragged Wang Ben out.
"Hey, hey, hey, you can't be that bad, right? Why are you chasing me away after saying a few words?”
"Chase my ass. I'll bring you to dig potatoes today and let you see his yield per mu!”
As he spoke, he picked up the small shovel at the door and went down to the ground.
At this moment, the potatoes that filled the yard were already ripe.
Su Yu used a few shovels.
The soil churned.
A huge bunch of golden potatoes was dug out.
On the thick roots, potatoes were hanging together.
PS: The one who said that the yield per mu was 253 grams per catty in the Qin Dynasty.
The units of measurement in this book were all based on the Qin Dynasty standards without any special explanation.
Moreover, the seeds of the system could increase the yield by 10% to 20%, right?
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