"Hehe, don't be angry, young friend. What's so special about your food? Can you tell me?" Ying Zheng, who had stopped Wang Jian, stepped forward and asked Meng Fan.
Carefully observing Ying Zheng, Meng Fan made a judgment in his heart.
The two of them should be in a master-servant relationship. The old one was always secretly protecting Fatty.
And he must be rich!
They were either officials or businessmen.
In this era, they could still gain a belly full of fat, and with their clothes, Meng Fan wouldn't believe that they didn't have money.
Since he had money, he would definitely extort a sum of money. Otherwise, how could he be worthy of these lost sweet potatoes?
After making up his mind, Meng Fan said," My grain yield per mu is more than twenty times that of ordinary grains!" A single stalk could produce seven to eight catties. Isn't it ordinary?”
Ying Zheng was stunned, secretly thinking that this kid really dared to speak!
He knew the yield of ordinary grains. One mu of farmland could produce two to three hundred catties of grain. Meng Fan was talking about more than twenty times, so wasn't that four to five thousand catties?
No matter what, Ying Zheng could not believe it.
Wang Jian's expression was even stranger. It was the first time he had seen someone blackmail the Emperor.
In his opinion, this kid in front of him was obviously unforgiving. It was true that His Majesty's horse destroyed your crops, but you couldn't exaggerate and say that your crop production was so high, right?
In the entire world, how could there be such crops?
If this isn't extortion, then what is it?
Wang Jian felt regret for Meng Fan. His Majesty was originally interested in this kid's godly power and might have brought him back to Xianyang.
In the future, he might even become a young general like Meng Tian.
However, he actually blackmailed the Emperor. Wasn't this ruining his great future in vain?
Thinking up to here, Wang Jian could not help but speak,""Little friend, don't talk nonsense. My master will definitely compensate you for your losses, but you can't raise the price, right? Under the heavens, how could there be four to five thousand catties of grain per mu?”
He wanted to save Meng Fan.
As the representative of Great Qin's generals, Wang Jian did not wish to see a good seedling die in vain.
But Meng Fan didn't appreciate it." You haven't seen it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist in this world. Whether you believe it or not, my grain has a yield of four to five thousand catties!"”
Hearing this, the smile on Ying Zheng's face gradually disappeared.
He was indeed interested in Meng Fan's divine power, but that didn't mean Meng Fan could offend the Ancestral Dragon's dignity.
It was not a joke to blackmail the First Emperor.
Ying Zheng was about to wink at Wang Jian to get rid of Meng Fan when Meng Fan continued,""If you don't believe me, I'll dig it out for you to see!”
After saying that, he bent down and dug out a sweet potato that had just been ruined by the horse's hooves, displaying it in front of the two of them.
Although the roots of the sweet potatoes that hadn't been harvested were swollen, they were only the size of half a fist, about one or two taels.
Even a series of six or seven roots added up wouldn't reach the seven or eight pounds Meng Fan had mentioned.
"Is this the seven to eight catties you mentioned?”Ying Zheng frowned slightly, clearly getting impatient.
Meng Fan chuckled." Ignorant!" It was not yet time for the sweet potatoes to be harvested. In another month or so, these roots would expand to the size of two or three fists. One of them would weigh one or two catties. If all the roots on one plant were added together, would it not weigh seven or eight catties?”
How dare this kid call His Majesty ignorant? Wang Jian sucked in a breath of cold air and instantly had a headache.
It was over. Even if he begged for mercy, he would not be able to save him!
He carefully glanced at Ying Zheng, but was surprised to find that he was not angry.
At this moment, Ying Zheng seemed to be thinking about something.
If Meng Fan's words were true, and these small lumps could grow to the size of two or three fists, it seemed like he could really produce seven or eight pounds of them.
With this calculation, the total yield of one mu of land was about the same as what he had said.
If that was the case, if this sweet potato was promoted to the world, wouldn't the people of the world no longer have to worry about food?
A situation where everyone could eat their fill, but it was something that generations of kings had painstakingly pursued, but it was difficult to achieve.
Not to mention Ying Zheng, who was so dedicated to agriculture.
Before the Six Nations were destroyed, Ying Zheng had issued a ban on alcohol, forbidding the people from using grain to brew wine without permission.
This was quite uncomfortable for the Qin people who loved wine.
Wasn't the reason for the prohibition of alcohol because of the frequent wars and the lack of food?
Now that the Six Nations had been destroyed and the world had been unified, even though the prohibition on alcohol was no longer in effect, Great Qin still lacked food in order to clear out the Yue in the south.
The sweet potato in Meng Fan's hand gave Ying Zheng hope to change the situation!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but say,"Little friend, your sweet potatoes are only a month away from ripening?"”
"That's right!" Meng Fan nodded." Originally, this acre of land could produce four to five thousand catties, but now I'm afraid it can't even reach a thousand catties." It's all your fault!"
"Four to five thousand catties of grain per mu! Do you know what this means?" Meng Fan said hatefully," This isn't just a matter of money. Once this news reaches Xianyang, His Majesty the Emperor might grant me a title!" This is my future! My hope!"
"But now, it's all ruined by you!”
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