Soon, the soldiers brought over a large number of dustpans and wicker baskets.
The group circled around the vegetable garden.
Time to work!
At this moment, the sun was shining brightly and the temperature was very high.
Li Si and Wang Wan were unlucky.
They were wearing mountain crowns and sweating profusely from the heat.
Li Si endured the scorching heat and pulled out a bamboo scroll as if he was performing magic.
Meng Yi glanced at him and laughed disdainfully.
Prime Minister Li, time (shi) has changed (da)!
Then, he silently took out a yellow paper and a charcoal pen and prepared to help record.
Eh?
Li Si was a little confused.
He looked at the item in Meng Yi's hand with a puzzled expression.
Then, he sneakily walked over." What is that in your hand?”
"Paper and charcoal, made by immortals."
"What use is it?"
"It can be written on bamboo slips."
“？？？”
Wait a minute!
Say that again!
It could be written?
Meng Yi raised his charcoal pencil with a 30% smug and 70% boastful expression.
Iron painting and silver hook, the brush moves like a dragon and snake. Like flowing water, he quickly wrote down two words.
Potato!
"This…"
Li Si and Wang Wan were speechless.
That simple?
He could write when he was outside?
Working at home, they all wrote on bamboo slips.
He couldn't close it immediately after he finished writing. He had to wait for the ink to seep in.
If he wasn't in a hurry, he could still carve slowly with a pen and knife.
He wrote this very slowly.
They had come to find the First Emperor in such a hurry that they could even bring pen and ink?
He did have a bamboo brush knife.
"Minister Meng, quickly come with me."
"Ha, this item is quite precious. How can I give it to you so easily?”
Meng Yi waved his hand.
Want it?
No problem, give me the money!
He was prepared to extort a sum of money from these princes and ministers!
If there was an advantage, he would be a bastard.
Wang Wan was so anxious that she almost stomped her feet. She smiled bitterly and said,"When we return to Xianyang, this old man will give you a pair of jade, how about it?”
They were all people of status. Money was tacky, but jade was better.
Alright, no problem!
Even though he was overjoyed, Meng Yi still pretended to be in pain.
"Since that's the case, I'll give you two.”
He really had no choice.
The scorching sun was high in the sky, and the heat made people feel irritated. Who knew how much effort it would take to carve it with a knife.
The main thing was that Wang Wan was also curious. This thing must have come from the hands of an immortal!
If the cost was cheap, it would be a good thing that could be passed down through the ages.
Seeing this, Li Si could only promise to give the jade pendant. His family did not lack these.
Beside him, Li Xin felt his scalp go numb.
Black!
It was too dark!
If they knew that this paper was made of bark and bamboo, wouldn't they vomit blood?
……
Wang Teng did not notice this dirty deal.
He was instructing the soldiers to dig potatoes.
I'll dig the potatoes first!
The other things were not important. The potatoes were the most important.
As the emperor, Qin Shihuang naturally could not dig it up himself.
He had specially moved a small stool and sat on the edge of the field.
There were also sliced and iced watermelons that were placed on a plate on the bamboo table.
There was also a bamboo tube of French fries and jerky beside it.
He crossed his legs and looked as cool as he could.
He was just short of finding two more people to fan him.
Zhao Gao lowered his head and stood at the side, swallowing his saliva.
How fragrant!
"Hurry up."
"There's no need to worry so much. Just dig directly.”
"When you're almost done digging, bring it up.”
Teng Wang dug up the soil beside him. When he saw that it was about time, he grabbed the dark green potato root and pulled it hard.
With a whoosh, the potatoes were pulled out of the ground.
There were six potatoes the size of fists hanging under the tender seedlings.
It was also stained with a lot of soil, and one could vaguely see its yellowish-brown skin.
Wang Ben looked at her with surprise and quickly walked over.
"Can you let me take a look?"
"Oh, whatever."
Wang Teng smiled and threw it over.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Everyone, including Qin Shihuang, stood up.
Wang Ben patiently wiped the soil away.
He was as serious as he could be, and his face was filled with surprise.
Even with the soil hanging on it, this string of potatoes was not light!
He came from the Wang family of the State of Qin and could be said to be a wealthy family.
However, he also knew a little about farming.
Both Wang Ben and Wang Jian's fiefs were near their hometown, Pinyang. Although they were only fiefs, they still had food cities.
There were farmers who planted mulberry and millet, and Wang Ben would take the time to look at them when it was time to harvest.
Nothing was more important than food!
In the Ming Dynasty, a military strategist proposed to accumulate grain, build high walls, and slowly become king.
Qin Chao did the same.
After unifying the six states, they began to build granaries.
With food, they would have the confidence to fight!
……
The mud was basically removed.
Its yellowish-brown skin was a little bumpy, with some black spots.
"Can we discard these?"
Wang Ben was referring to the potato sprouts.
"Of course."
There was solani in it, so it couldn't be eaten.
Wang Teng smiled helplessly.
Wang Ben pulled the young plants out with all his might.
His hands were trembling as he held the six potatoes in his hands.
He was a general. Even though he was old, the hand holding the sword would not tremble.
Otherwise, how could he kill his enemies?
But now…
Wang Ben looked at Qin Shihuang and opened his mouth with difficulty.
His voice was hoarse as he suppressed the excitement in his heart.
"These six potatoes weigh more than seven catties!”
Seven pounds?
Everyone gasped.
"Good!"
Meng Yi exerted even more force, and the charcoal pencil in his hand was crushed by him.
"Seven…seven pounds…"
Qin Shi Huang muttered to himself, somewhat dejected.
Then how much would the yield per mu reach?
Knowing it was one thing, but seeing it with his own eyes was another!
This time, it was Wang Teng's turn to be stunned.
"Seven catties?"
Something was wrong!
He had tried it out just now, and it was only a little more than three pounds at most.
This potato weighed about half a catty.
How could six potatoes weigh seven pounds?
Eh?
It was as if one catty in the Qin Dynasty was only half a catty in the future…
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