"Your Majesty, birth, aging, illness, and death are the laws of life. Immortality is against the laws of heaven and earth.”
Ning Teng cupped his hands and bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng.
However, the more respectful Ning Teng was, the more it showed that he did not believe in immortality.
Seeing this, Ying Zheng laughed instead of getting angry,"
"It seems that the internal history does not believe Zhen's words.”
Ning Teng shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Your Majesty, I believe it, I really believe it.”
How could Ying Zheng not see that Ning Teng had yielded to his tyrannical power?
"Hehe…Neishi, deceiving the emperor is a great crime."
"However, I also know that empty words are useless. Next, I will let you see what an immortal's methods are.”
After saying that.
Ying Zheng stood up slowly and walked to the front of the ministers.
"Everyone, open your eyes and watch carefully.”
Shua!
He waved his hand.
Suddenly.
A small mountain of food appeared in front of everyone.
"Your Majesty, this…What is this?"
"Is this really the Immortals?"
"Oh my god, what is this?"
Instantly.
The Qilin Hall was as noisy as a wet market.
Great Qin's officials looked at this small mountain in disbelief.
"Quiet down."
Ying Zheng's voice was filled with conviction.
All the officials present were stunned.
Ying Zheng asked Ning Teng faintly,"
"Internal Secretary Ning, do you believe me now?”
Ning Teng's eyes widened as he carefully observed the hill-high pile of grain.
He stammered and gestured with his hands.
"This pile of things is so big, and Your Majesty is so small. This... How is this possible?"
Ying Zheng looked at Ning Teng, who had already begun to doubt his life, and laughed heartily,"
"This is the immortal method I was talking about. If you don't believe me, I'll show you again.”
He waved his hand.
Then, he put the grain back into his storage bag.
"Oh my god, this... This is unbelievable."
Ning Teng was not from the old Qin Dynasty. He was originally from the Han Kingdom of the Warring States Period.
Ying Zheng's move had scared him out of speaking in his hometown's language.
Ying Zheng once again released the mountain-sized grains.
"This is the last thing I want to discuss with you today.”
The others were still immersed in Ying Zheng's incredible means.
Only Feng Quji quickly came back to his senses.
Because he knew that Ying Zheng had once passed through the immortal gate and entered the Immortal Land.
Therefore, his adaptability was much stronger than others.
"Your Majesty, what are these? Why haven't I seen it before?"
Looking at the confused Feng Quji, Ying Zheng couldn't help but think of the time when he was in the training hall.
He smiled mysteriously."
"These are all kinds of grains, vegetables, and fruits that I brought back from the Immortal Land.”
Feng Quji's eyes lit up as he cupped his hands and bowed.
"There must be something extraordinary about an item from the Celestial Realm. Could it be that eating this food can prolong one's life?”
Feng Quji's words instantly woke up countless officials in the court.
Longevity?
They greedily looked at the hill-sized pile of food on the ground.
Unexpectedly, Ying Zheng shook his head and said,"
"These grains are not much different from ordinary grains. Eating them can neither prolong one's life nor strengthen one's body.”
This time, it was Feng Quji's turn to be dumbfounded.
"Then... Why did His Majesty bring these grains back? Commemoration of the trip to Fairyland?"
Ying Zheng laughed and said,"
"Of course not. Although these grains are no different from ordinary food, their yield per mu is very shocking.”
Ning Teng was the internal history of managing grain, and his main responsibility was to manage the national treasury and granaries.
Therefore, he often came into contact with food crops.
Moreover, he had already memorized the yield per mu of most of the grain.
He asked in a slightly puzzled voice,"
"Your Majesty, could it be that these grains can produce three stones per mu?”
A stone from the Qin Dynasty was about 120 catties in the future.
Three stones, that was 360 jin.
Ning Teng thought that he had guessed correctly.
After all, the yield of fertile land in the Qin Dynasty was only a little more than a stone per mu.
He had already guessed twice as much.
Ying Zheng shook his head and said,"
"It's too small, too small!"
Ning Teng looked at Ying Zheng in confusion,"
"Your Majesty, how much per mu can these grains produce?”
Ying Zheng casually picked up a piece of yellow potato and said,"
"This thing is called potatoes, and the yield per mu is about 30 dan.”
Hiss...
Ning Teng's voice rose a few notches.
"What is it? Thirty dan? Your Majesty, can this yellow toy really produce 30 dan per mu?”
Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back and answered calmly,"
"Jun is not joking. This potato is indeed 30 dan per mu.”
Then, he picked up another sweet potato."
"The yield per mu of the potato just now wasn't the highest. This thing is called sweet potato, and the yield per mu is fifty stones.”
Fifty stones?
This was six thousand jin!
With the same size of land, as long as one mu was planted, it could be equivalent to 40 to 50 mu of other grain.
Terrifying…
How terrifying…
Immediately after.
Ying Zheng picked up the other types of food and continued to explain,"
"Zhancheng Rice, 20 dan per mu!
The improved wheat could yield ten dan per mu!
Watermelon, 75 dan per mu!
Tomatoes, 40 dan per mu!
Pumpkin, thirty stones per mu!
......”
Slowly, the Qilin Palace fell into a strange silence.
Only Ying Zheng's voice remained.
All the officials stood there, doubting their lives…
Hahaha, it seems that I am not ignorant.
It turned out that when everyone saw the terrifying amount of grain produced per mu.
Their reactions were all the same.
Looking at the dumbfounded officials, Ying Zheng felt a sense of comfort in his heart.
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