Ying Zheng nodded slightly.
Baiqi didn't need to say it, he knew.
However, Lu Buwei was dumbfounded.
He originally wanted to give Sun Huan a show of strength.
After all, he had shot himself in the foot, and Sun Huan had even humiliated him with the story of carving a boat for a sword!
Lu Buwei sat down weakly.
He was in a daze.
Vaguely, he seemed to understand what industry was.
After drinking and eating, he was full.
He was about to officially leave Sun City.
The three thousand Iron Eagle swordsmen were all staring at Sun Huan, their eyes filled with respect and reverence.
After fighting for so long, it was simply a luxury to have enough to eat.
In Sun Cheng, Sun Huan not only fed them all, but he also ate and drank!
There were even steamed buns in his pockets!
Their bellies were all round.
A few Iron Eagle swordsmen came directly to Sun Huan.
These were the few people who had attacked Sun Huan earlier, thinking that he was plotting something against Ying Zheng.
They immediately knelt down in front of Sun Huan, begging for the Minister's punishment.
Under normal circumstances, even if Sun Huan directly ordered them to die, it would not be a big deal.
Sun Huan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The ancients were more straightforward.
"Master, are we going back to Great Qin?"
Ying Zheng smiled and waved his hand. Immediately, the army assembled and lined up.
"Disciple, let's go!"
Sun Huan looked back at Sun Cheng with a reluctant expression.
In the square, the residents of Sun City were still busy cleaning up the remains of the feast and extinguishing the furnaces one by one…
In the past three years, he had relied on these 1,000 uncles and aunties to survive.
Leaving this place meant that he would have to face the turbulent political struggle, face the people of the world, and shoulder a major national mission.
However, troubled times created heroes!
Sun Huan was not afraid.
Sun Huan was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.
"Disciple, why don't I talk to everyone and ask them to come with me? In the future, I'll give them a home in Great Qin.”
Ying Zheng nodded without hesitation.
"It's all up to Master's arrangements!"
Sun Huan immediately went to gather everyone and asked them to stop what they were doing.
For the past three years, Sun Huan had been their City Lord.
Before Sun Huan arrived, everyone had a problem eating.
When he heard that he could move to Great Qin with Sun Huan…
Everyone was overjoyed.
All of them hurried home to pack their luggage.
Since everyone had moved away, there was naturally no need to leave anything in Sun City behind.
Sun Huan waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to pack up the crops that had not yet been harvested, the food in the cellar, the steam engine in the ironworks, and the textile machine in the textile mill!
This way, the three thousand men would not be enough.
Sun Huan ran over to tell Ying Zheng that he needed more people to help him.
In the end, Ying Zheng gave him an army of fifty thousand men without saying a word!
Sun Huan was dumbfounded.
These were all living people; were Great Qin's armies so worthless?
Sun Huan was dumbstruck as he watched 50,000 people appear out of thin air and move into Sun City.
Ying Zheng smiled faintly.
"Master, I still have 500,000 troops stationed outside the city.”
Sun Huan was completely stunned.
500,000 troops!
It was no problem for them to flatten the Six Nations!
Just to find a broken child like you, 500,000 people were forcefully wasted here!
Damn Ying Zheng.
Forget it, forget it. He was the king now.
He couldn't beat her, he couldn't beat her.
50,000 people were completely useless.
Sun Huan only asked for 10,000 men and 3,000 Iron Eagle Swordsmen.
A portion of them cut down trees to build cars, while another group followed Sun Huan to dig potatoes.
Ying Zheng, Lu Buwei, and Baiqi had nothing to do, so they followed suit.
Close to ten thousand armored elites pointed at a few farmlands in Sun City.
Three steps of people stood guard along the road.
"You guys, collect all these things. Don't even let go of the soil!”
"There are also potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, and watermelons!”
"Dig gently, don't hurt the roots!”
Ying Zheng gave the order from the ridge.
He looked at the soldiers who were being so careless.
She was so anxious that she stomped her feet!
For the past month, Sun Huan had made him work in the fields.
Ying Zheng treasured these crops more than anyone else.
If not for Lu Buwei who was standing on the side and trying his best to stop him, Ying Zheng would have rushed down and started the fight himself.
With one more potato seedling and corn stalk, it meant that the time needed for cultivation could be greatly shortened in the future.
One more seed meant that one more family could start sowing next year.
As far as the eye could see, there were thousands of people on the ridge.
Like a groundhog, it dug with all its might for sweet potatoes.
Sun Huan hid on the other side.
He was afraid that Ying Zheng would remember the painful memories of working in the fields, and then he would make Sun Huan suffer again if he was unhappy.
This stupid child, ever since he became king, he became more and more arrogant.
She wanted to mess with him for no reason.
As they dug, they discovered something shocking.
Sun Huan had once said that the yield of potatoes was 5,000 catties per mu.
However, this was calculated according to the measurement units of the later generations.
The jin of the later generations was actually roughly equivalent to two jin in the pre-Qin period.
As such, when Great Qin's soldiers weighed the potatoes, they were dumbfounded.
A soldier held a counting rod and used brush, ink, and bamboo slips to count for a long time.
Then, he ran to Ying Zheng with a trembling body.
"Your Majesty…Your Majesty!"
"I've calculated the yield of potatoes per mu!”
"How much?"
"12,000 jin!"
Clang!
Lu Buwei, who was standing beside Ying Zheng, fell straight onto the ground.
Ying Zheng's mouth was also wide open in shock.
5,000 catties per mu was already heaven-defying!
12,000 jin per mu?
Lu Buwei went crazy.
Are you going to let him live?
When the soldiers who were digging potatoes in the ground heard this number, they went crazy!
The soldiers didn't find any tools, so they dug with their hands!
His hand was covered in blood, but he didn't even frown.
Every time they dug up a bunch of potatoes, the soldiers would cry out in excitement.
These were potatoes!
The sour and spicy shredded potatoes that they ate at the dining table just now were made from this!
Even though Great Qin's soldiers were all iron-blooded men, they had been raised by their parents.
Many soldiers had experienced famine in their homes.
Every time there was a locust plague, drought, or flood, there would be a large-scale famine.
Every time a famine broke out, the people would starve to death on the streets.
When people were starving, they would start a war and go to other countries to snatch food.
And now, the divine item in their hands could prevent them from starving again!
How could the soldiers not go crazy!
A soldier accidentally broke the root of a potato.
He pulled out his sword on the spot, wanting to commit suicide.
Fortunately, Sun Huan was at the side and stopped him.
"Isn't it just a potato? Is there a need for that?"
Sun Huan picked up the potato." You didn't do it on purpose. Go back to work. If His Majesty blames you, I'll take it for you!"”
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