Normally, the yield of potatoes per mu could be as low as 2,000 catties, and as high as 10,000 catties.
During the Qin Dynasty, the conditions were simple and there were no professional pest control methods.
Moreover, there was no matching fertilizer, so the yield would definitely not be high.
There were many reasons for the low production. The main reason was that Wang Teng did not take care of them at all.
After cutting the potatoes into pieces, they were thrown into the field and planted once a year.
There was no fertilizer, and he was too lazy to remove insects and weeds.
How much it could grow depended on the will of heaven.
……
Dig!
Wang Ben's eyes turned red.
He didn't care about Chehou's dignity and threw his armor aside.
He didn't dare to use his sword and directly used his hands to pull.
Starve your parents to death, don't eat the seed grain. He understood this logic.
This potato production was extremely high!
He wasn't sure how it tasted, but he was sure it was edible!
Now, Qian Shou wasn't picky about food. He was satisfied as long as he could fill his stomach.
The staple food of the old Qin people was millet and wheat, which were suitable for planting in the dry land of the north.
Sometimes, when marching and fighting, they would eat corn bran that had been accumulated for several years. One could imagine the taste.
Even so, the others were envious.
Being able to fill their stomachs was the most important problem for the common people at any time.
As for the house?
Old Qin had never heard of anyone who did not have a house to live in.
The potatoes felt heavy to the touch. No matter how he thought about it, it couldn't be bad.
The key was the high output!
He didn't need to care about the taste, just this one was enough!
This piece of land was considered soft, and it was not a problem to dig directly with his hands.
The entire vegetable garden was more than one mu, and potatoes occupied one mu.
Dozens of big-headed soldiers stood under the sun and attacked.
They were Wang Ben's personal guards, and they were all from the Wang family.
They did not understand auspicious signs or anything else.
However, he knew that this potato was an extraordinary grain seed!
The little mister had casually brought out six potatoes.
In total, it weighed seven pounds!
Good boy!
If the people of Pinyang knew about this, wouldn't they go crazy?
The yield of one mu of land was probably dozens of stones!
Meng Yi and the other civil officials didn't stay idle either. They measured the fields with their steps.
The length and width are 240 paces, making an acre.
They came in a hurry, so they couldn't have brought special tools.
Even the copper weights used for weighing were not available.
There was no need to be so precise. A rough number was enough.
While they were busy, Wang Teng sat beside Qin Shihuang.
This scene almost made many people's jaws drop.
Wang Teng wanted to be on equal footing with the First Emperor?
Don't doubt the ancient people's ability to interpret and imagine. In fact, there were people who were cut because of similar things.
Qin Shihuang didn't care about this. The immortal master was an immortal who had descended from the heavens and was qualified to be on equal footing with him on many occasions.
He was still thinking about how to trick Wang Teng back to Xianyang.
Zhao Gao stood at the back, his eyes filled with jealousy and hatred.
He was not a fool.
The First Emperor's attitude towards him had changed 180 degrees and he even asked him to return to his hometown in Handan. It was obvious that someone was obstructing him.
Meng Yi? If he had the ability, he would have killed himself long ago.
Other than Wang Teng, the immortal, he couldn't think of anyone else.
"Immortal Master, how much do you think we can produce per mu?”
"It might be a little less, only 30 to 40 dan.”
Wang Teng said sincerely.
In the future, the yield of potatoes per mu could only be considered average.
If he were to carefully prepare it and use specialized fertilizers, it would not be difficult to double the yield per mu!
Qin Shihuang was speechless.
Zhao Gao was speechless.
Xia Wuqie was speechless.
Was this human language?
30 to 40 stones were enough to beat up the Great Qin grain seeds several times!
As mentioned before, the highest yield per mu here would not exceed ten stones.
In front of the potato, it was simply insta-killed.
The ancients didn't understand the taste of starch. They only cared about the yield per mu.
"There's no choice. I'll just plant them casually.”
"If we cultivate deeply and apply fertilizer diligently, it's not impossible to double it.”
Don't forget that he was still a cultivator and had the system to support him.
If he was given some time to produce the fertilizer, it would be possible to produce 100 stones per mu!
Qin Shihuang opened his mouth, and the jerky stopped in mid-air.
Double?
60 dan per mu?
He didn't even dare to dream about it, let alone listen to it!
Wang Teng saw that the opportunity was right, so he began to advocate wantonly.
Since ancient times, agriculture had been very important.
It just so happened that he was a professional.
After all, a cultivator who didn't know how to farm was definitely not a proper cultivator.
As for Wang Teng…he was very serious!
……
While Wang Teng was bragging, the big-headed soldier was busy digging potatoes.
As he dug, he counted.
The more people there were, the easier it was to do things.
Wang Wan held the charcoal pen, shock remaining on her weathered face.
"Four…forty-three stones!"
"Your Majesty, this potato produces 43 dan per mu!”
"Good!"
Qin Shi Huang clenched his fists and nodded seriously.
The yield per mu had already exceeded expectations!
Forty-three stones! It was equivalent to 2580 catties in the future, which was only a little more than a ton. This production was really not high!
However, this was enough to prove that Wang Teng was not boasting.
Li Si fell silent.
A thousand year grain that could produce forty-three dan per mu!
According to Wang Teng's intentions, if he managed it well, it wouldn't be a problem for him to double the yield per mu in the future!
Great Qin…would they still have to worry about not having enough food in the future?
Impossible!
In the future, everyone could fill their stomachs. He didn't even dare to think about it.
With food, how many people were truly willing to rebel?
There were some who hated their families and countries, but there were also those who would rather die than submit.
With potatoes, he could even make the old citizens of the six countries return to him!
Of course, such auspicious signs still had to be taken care of.
If he fell into the hands of the enemy, it would not be a good thing. It would be helping the enemy.
……
Meng Changshan and the Iron Eagle Guards were dumbfounded as they looked at the potatoes piled up like a mountain.
So many?
"Pack all these potatoes. Be careful!”Old Zhao spoke.
"Chang Shan understands!"
Meng Changshan brought his men to work without saying anything.
As the commander of the Iron Eagle Guard, he was also Qin Shihuang's personal bodyguard.
He was very clear about his status. He only needed to work.
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