The sweet and soft taste of the roasted sweet potato was naturally excellent. Brother Zheng and Wang Jian each ate one.
Before they could continue eating, the dry pot of potatoes and stir-fried beef were served.
"A cow that died of old age recently. Unfortunately, the meat is a little old.”Zhao Che smacked his lips.
Beef was a rare resource in Great Qin.
Every cow was registered. It was not easy for Zhao Che to even buy a cow, so how could he bear to eat a cow?
In this day and age, cows were the pillars of strength for plowing the land!
Brother Zheng and Wang Jian obviously didn't eat beef often.
Great Qin was different from the other Dynasties, and its persistence in agriculture was almost sickly.
As such, no one in Great Qin did not abide by the laws regarding agriculture.
Even Brother Zheng and Wang Jian only ate beef that had died of natural causes.
In addition, stir-fried beef was much more delicious than boiled beef in this era.
Old Zhao drank some wine while eating beef. Old Wang was not to be outdone.
Before Zhao Che could introduce the dry pot of potatoes, half of the beef was gone.
"Leave some!" Zhao Che rolled his eyes.
After three rounds of wine, the dishes are more delicious.
The atmosphere was a little tipsy.
Wang Jian had always been one to drink and eat in large mouthfuls, so much so that he was a little smug at this moment.
Brother Zheng's eyes were also slightly tipsy.
After all, Zhao Che's liquor was more than 40% alcohol.
It was like a person who only drank red wine of a dozen degrees all year round. Once he drank strong white wine, he would easily get drunk.
Although Brother Zheng liked to drink, he was more restrained, so he was only slightly tipsy.
And Wang Jian was used to being bold and unrestrained. Where did he get the restraint? He looked as if he would be drunk and fall to the ground after drinking a few more cups.
"These two crops of yours have a strange taste. Where did they come from?”Brother Zheng asked with a smile.
Zhao Che smiled and said," You two might not believe me, but I've been holding this thing in my hand since I was born."”
"One hand holding a sweet potato, the other holding a potato."
Even Zhao Che himself felt that this story was a little ridiculous.
However, it was a matter with conclusive evidence.
He was a transmigrator, and he had been rational since birth.
When he was just born, Zhao Che thought that he was born with two magic treasures, and he was even excited for a while.
At first, Zhao Che thought that he had transmigrated to a cultivation continent or something.
But when I opened my eyes, it was sweet potatoes and potatoes
After confirming it, he found that he had not transmigrated to a cultivation world, but to Great Qin.
"Oh?"
Brother Zheng smiled.
Brother Zheng had seen this person holding jade before. It was also recorded in history that this person was born holding grain. It seemed like an unprecedented event.
" At first, I thought it was some kind of treasure, but it turned out to be a seed." Zhao Che rolled his eyes at Old Zhao's interesting smile.
"And then?" Brother Zheng asked with interest.
"Then I planted it and found that the yield was quite high and it was quite delicious.”Zhao Che smacked his lips.
When it came to production, even the tipsy Big Brother Zheng immediately paid attention to it.
"Oh? How high?"
"This thing can produce 2,000 catties per mu!" Zhao Che pointed at the half-eaten roasted sweet potato and said.
His expression was calm and natural, but his heart was twisted.
So pretentious!
I'll give myself full marks for this!
As expected, Old Zhao's entire person instantly became energetic. His eyes stared straight at Zhao Che, and he even emitted waves of pressure.
"How much did you say?" Brother Zheng whispered.
"Two thousand jin!" Zhao Che smiled.
Everything was going according to plan.
As long as this was the feudal era, Zhao Che would never believe that anyone would not be tempted by a grain yield of two thousand catties per mu.
The most important thing in ancient times was probably food.
In the era of small-scale peasant economy, the production of grain was directly related to the fate of a dynasty.
"You're not making fun of me?" Old Zhao's face was filled with obvious doubt.
"Why should I make fun of you? You're not a girl.”Zhao Che rolled his eyes.
He knew that this was a big impact on Old Zhao, so he still planned to use facts to convince Old Zhao.
He had this kind of food in his hands. It meant that he did not have to worry about food shortage.
Zhao Che believed that Old Zhao could see his potential. Even if he wasn't a noble or had no reputation, this food alone was enough to make Old Zhao look at him in a different light.
Some people thought that only nobles were above others. Such people were fools and brainless.
Some people believed that only nobles had enough resources and fame, as well as enough social influence. This was because they knew how to judge the situation.
Of course, Old Zhao wasn't a fool. At least, that was what Zhao Che thought.
Old Zhao didn't think it was important that he didn't have any resources or fame. Zhao Che had other things that were comparable or even better.
"It's planted in the ground. Do you want to go and take a look?”
Zhao Che asked with a smile.
"Oh right, the potatoes I just ate. The one I'm holding in my other hand is four thousand catties per mu.”
Clang! The sound of chopsticks falling to the ground could be heard.
Even Brother Zheng, who was used to seeing storms, found it difficult to calm down when faced with the words 'a few thousand catties per mu.'
"Are you going to take a look?" Zhao Che asked again.
Brother Zheng nodded!
In the end, seeing was the truth!
"Where's Old Wang?"
Zhao Che nodded and realized that Old Wang was already lying on the table, snoring from time to time.
"Let him lie down first."
Brother Zheng rolled his eyes for no reason.
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