In his extreme joy, Ying Zheng could not care less about anything else. He led all his officials and followed Fusu, heading towards the experimental field outside Xianyang City, which was guarded by soldiers.
Many commoners followed him curiously.
They had long heard that when the Crown Prince descended to the mortal world, he brought a magical auspicious crop from the immortal world.
The yield per mu could reach tens of stones, and it was very easy to grow.
However, there were also many people who did not believe it.
After all, Great Qin's current crop production was only two or three piculs per mu, and it would depend on whether the heavens would give it face.
Once there was a drought, flood, or pest, the production would decrease.
This yield of tens of stones per mu was too ridiculous, right?
Now that they heard that the Crown Prince was going to bring the Emperor and the civil and military palaces to witness it, they couldn't help but follow him.
Many of the descendants of the six dynasties who had been forcibly moved to Xianyang by the First Emperor even thought that they would be laughed at.
As expected, after consecutive victories, Fu Su had finally gotten carried away.
I'll definitely expose your so-called auspicious lie later and ruin your reputation!
"What is planted in these fields?”
Soon, the First Emperor noticed that something was wrong and asked curiously.
"These are the high-yield crops that your son once told Imperial Father about.”
Fu Su laughed.
The sweet potato seeds could only be planted next year due to the wrong season, but the potatoes were already ripe.
"This grain is very different from rice and wheat, right?”
Nesten observed for a long time and came to a conclusion.
The Great Qin Empire placed great importance on agriculture.
He even wrote a book called " Field Laws " for this purpose.
The emphasis on agriculture was not lagging behind even in the later generations.
For example, in the second month of spring, they were not allowed to mine wood in the mountains and forests, and they were not allowed to block the irrigation channels.
Burning grass was not allowed to be used as fertilizer until after the summer and autumn harvest.
Hunting and fishing were also regulated every year.
The idea of protecting the forest, preventing water and soil, and draining the pond to catch fish was definitely ahead of the entire era.
As for the cattle, they were even more strictly protected.
It was so harsh that even if the cattle died of old age, they had to report to the county government for verification before they were allowed to be slaughtered.
Even the ministers of the court would be severely punished if they dared to kill cattle.
The reason why the Great Qin's farmers could be ranked among the Hundred Schools and receive many disciples was because of a rule in the Law of Shang:
As long as one paid 1000 dans of grain to the imperial court, they could become a duke!
Although it was the lowest rank among the 20 ranks, it was still something that many people yearned for.
It could be seen that Great Qin placed great importance on food.
"As for the specifics, you will know after experiencing it yourself!”
Fu Su said with a smile.
It was normal for everyone to find it hard to accept such a shocking item.
The reason why he chose this time was to let more people see the terrifying constant of potatoes with their own eyes, so that the effect could be maximized!
"What is this?"
Nesten ran straight to the field and pointed at the crops that the farmers were harvesting.
"According to Your Highness, this is called potato, also known as yam egg.”
The farmer replied.
"Can it be eaten?"
Nesten looked at the black thing in front of him with a doubtful expression.
"Of course, it's delicious!”
"But you can't eat it raw. You have to cook it well.”
Looking at Neishi Teng, who didn't even care about the soil and was about to stuff potatoes into his mouth, Fu Su hurriedly stopped him.
Unlike sweet potatoes, potatoes could not be eaten raw.
Nesten smiled awkwardly and retracted his hand.
"Can this thing really produce tens of stones per mu?”
Wang Jian had unknowingly jumped into the field and said after hesitating for a long time.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Fu Su, but this number was simply too shocking.
It was unbelievable!
"Dozens of dans is a guaranteed harvest. If it's more, a hundred dans won't be a problem.”
Fu Su waved his hand.
Seeing that you're ignorant and strange, I won't pursue the responsibility of you not believing this prince.
Wang Jian and the others were completely confused.
Tens of stones, and it was only the minimum amount.
The highest yield per mu could reach up to a hundred stones?
Was he really not dreaming?
Even Ying Zheng did not care about his own image. He bent down and dug the ground himself. It took him a long time to pull out a bunch of potatoes with the help of Fu Su.
His face was filled with smiles.
"Just the string in my hand is at least twenty to thirty catties!”
Ying Zheng said excitedly.
Then, looking at the densely packed seedlings in the field, Ying Zheng felt a wave of dizziness.
Each stalk was 20 to 30 catties, and this Mu of land had at least a few hundred pearls.
The yield per mu really started at a few thousand catties!
"Quick, do you have any specific figures? Send them over quickly!”
Ying Zheng repeatedly checked the potatoes in his hands, as well as the densely packed potato seedlings, and said in ecstasy.
"Your Majesty, according to the Crown Prince's arrangements, we have planted a total of 30 mu of potatoes. We have already harvested 20 mu.”
"Among them, the yield per mu is about 50 stones!”
"The better ones are around 70 stones!”
"The best piece of land is 109 stones!”
The farm disciple in charge of management hurriedly introduced.
The entire field fell silent.
109 dan per mu?
In other words, 13080 pounds!
(One jin in the Qin Dynasty is only half now)
The lowest was 50 dans and 6000 jin!
This data!
It was simply too shocking!
According to this theory, just these 30 mu of land could harvest 20,000 to 30,000 dans of grain, enough to feed the entire population of half the county.
It had to be known that Great Qin's agricultural tax was 20%. In the past, a prefecture's annual tax was only 200,000 or so stones.
Now, Fusu only needed a few hundred mu of land to grow so much food.
If they could spread it, would Great Qin still need to worry about food?
He could eat whatever he wanted, and he couldn't finish it!
If Fu Su wasn't the Crown Prince, this contribution alone would be enough to make him a Marquis of Ten Thousand Families!
Even Ying Zheng could not help but stagger, unable to imagine his own eyes.
"Haha!"
After a long time, Ying Zheng suddenly raised his head and gave a long howl.
"From now on, the people of Great Qin will no longer suffer from famine!”
"The heavens bless Great Qin!"
"Tianyou!"
"I thank you on behalf of the people of Great Qin!”
Ying Zheng bowed deeply to Fu Su, a trace of tears already on his face.
Fu Su hurriedly returned the greeting. The father and son looked at each other and smiled.
Only then did the courtiers react, and they hurriedly knelt down and shouted.
"Long live Your Majesty!"
"Long live Great Qin!"
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]