"Have you ever seen such a weak immortal?”
"That was just a small matter."
"Come, let's eat first.”
Wang Teng moved a few bamboo chairs. These were all made by him. They were very simple but sturdy.
Old Zhao looked at the bamboo chair in a daze.
Was this a plaything?
"Sit."
Wang Teng thought that they were being polite and waiting for him to sit first.
He thought that they were quite polite.
He knew that his master would sit first.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xin glanced around.
"How can we sit without a mat?"
"Isn't there a chair here?"
"A chair?"
Li Xin tilted his head and was stunned again.
Alright.
Wang Teng didn't waste any time talking to them. He pulled a chair over and sat down.
"Have a seat, don't stand on ceremony!"
So it was like this.
He had learned it!
Creak! Creak! Creak!
He watched as the middle-aged fatty sat on it and shook his butt from time to time.
Wang Teng was speechless.
How old were they?
Why was he so mischievous?
Fortunately, the bamboo chair was very sturdy.
It didn't collapse.
"It's quite comfortable."
Old Zhao touched the bamboo chair with an indescribable sense of novelty.
Meng Yi nodded." Indeed, it's more comfortable than sitting on the ground. It's indeed an immortal item."”
Wang Teng: "???"
Alright, three of you!
Stop showing off. My scalp is already numb.
Old Zhao picked up his chopsticks and was about to pick up the food, but he was stopped by Li Xin.
It was obvious that Li Xin wanted to be a tool for testing the poison.
Wang Teng saw this scene and shook his head with a smile."Save it. The dishes are already cold."
Then, she ignored them and picked up her chopsticks to eat.
Seeing Wang Teng eating so happily, Old Zhao and the other two looked at each other, staring at each other.
"It's you who are using the heart of a villain to measure the belly of a gentleman. With the immortal's unfathomable methods, if you really want to harm me, why would you poison me?”
Listen!
This was the bearing of an emperor.
As he spoke, Old Zhao did not hesitate and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
This was the first time Old Zhao had eaten something like chili.
At first, it was spicy, but the more he ate, the more intoxicated he became.
"It's satisfying!"
Qin Shi Huang stuck out his tongue and opened his bloody mouth to laugh.
"This is the first time I've eaten this. What is it?”Meng Yi asked curiously as he picked up a shredded potato with his chopsticks.
"Potato." Wang Teng replied casually.
"Dirt…beans?" Meng Yi was stunned.
Wang Teng glanced at him and asked curiously,""Don't tell me you haven't even seen potatoes before!……That's right, potatoes are native to South America, so they probably haven't spread to the Central Plains yet…"
"South America?"
Wang Teng: " Yes, it's the other side of the ocean.”
"The other side of the ocean?" Li Xin opened his mouth, and the shredded potato he picked up fell out unconsciously. Although Wang Teng was speaking human language, he couldn't understand it.
"Cough cough!"
Meng Yi reacted quickly.
He looked at Wang Teng incredulously." Sir, are you saying that these potatoes are from overseas?”
He changed the way he addressed him, from little brother to sir.
"Yes!" Wang Teng nodded matter-of-factly." Potato is a good thing. It's suitable for food and vegetables, but eating it every day is quite…"
Wang Teng recalled the first two years of his transmigration. He ate potatoes until he vomited!
The corners of Old Zhao and the other two's mouths twitched.
Stone hammer!
Wang Teng was a god!
In this era where navigation technology was extremely underdeveloped, only gods could bring crops back from the other side of the ocean to plant.
Meng Yi's interest was immediately piqued at the mention of new crops.
After all, Great Qin was established through farming and war. Farming was the foundation of war, so one could imagine how much importance it placed on agriculture.
"Mister said that potatoes are suitable for vegetables and grains. I wonder how much they yield per mu?" Meng Yi asked carefully.”
"I'm not sure. If it's three to four thousand catties per mu, there should be.”
Wang Teng only knew that the yield of potatoes was very high, but he really didn't know how much it could reach.
However, three to four thousand catties per mu should be a conservative estimate.
" Three…three to four thousand jin?!"
Old Zhao was stunned and even wondered if he had heard wrongly.
"Is that true?" Meng Yi stood up abruptly.
It was suitable for vegetables and grain, with a yield of three to four thousand catties per mu!!!
How could there be such a grain in the world?
If they knew that Wang Teng said that one jin was equivalent to two jin in the Qin Dynasty, it was hard to imagine what kind of shocked expressions they would have.
In fact, the yield per mu in the Qin Dynasty was usually calculated according to the number of stones. One stone was equivalent to 120 catties in the Qin Dynasty, which was 60 catties in the future.
In other words, if the potato production was converted to the Qin system's stone unit, it should be 50 stones per mu.
What kind of concept was this?
What was the highest yield of grain in the Qin Dynasty?
The answer was no more than 10 stones per mu! Under normal circumstances, it was only 3-4 stones per mu.
A difference of 10 times!
Of course, Wang Teng didn't know.
Old Zhao and the other two did not know either.
Even according to Old Zhao's understanding, the yield per mu of potatoes was 30 dan, which was enough to make these three poor fools who had never seen the world drop their jaws!
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