This Potato Yields 10,000 Jin per Mu
Han Cheng took out the blueprint so readily.
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Gao's eyes.
Meng Yi was not surprised.
After interacting with Great Qin for some time, he could tell that Han City was sincerely helping Great Qin become stronger.
Step by step, he would lead Great Qin down an unimaginable and inconceivable path.
Excavators, unmanned reconnaissance drones, steel furnaces, all kinds of miracles were created.
How could he hide a sewing machine?
"Thank you, Imperial Preceptor. I was presumptuous just now."
Ying Zheng reached out his hand and took the album, then said.
He felt a little embarrassed when he said that he would compensate for the loss.
After interacting with him for so long, he still did not understand the state preceptor's intentions.
Han Cheng did not care about these details and said,"It's fine. Speaking of which, I still have something to show Your Majesty.”
Ying Zheng handed the album to Meng Yi and asked,""What does Imperial Preceptor want to show me?"
......
In the backyard of the Imperial Advisor's residence.
Han Cheng brought Ying Zheng and the other two to this place.
Behind him was a large group of guards, all of them holding hoes and sickles, looking like they were about to do farm work.
This made the three of them more or less understand.
He thought to himself, it seems like he's going to dig for crops.
Looking at the garden full of green plants, Ying Zheng turned to Han Cheng, raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion,"
"State Preceptor, what is this?”
As an emperor, it did not mean that Ying Zheng did not have the general knowledge of agriculture.
During his days as a hostage in the State of Zhao, Ying Zheng had gained many experiences that ordinary emperors did not have.
He could vaguely tell that the plants in the garden weren't crops.
Han Cheng chuckled and did not answer immediately. He rolled up his sleeves and took the sharp sickle from the guard behind him.
"This thing is called potato. They were also called potatoes. Since Great Qin did not have anything, His Majesty naturally would not know about it.”
Kacha!
A sickle descended!
Han Cheng cut the green root short.
Using the scythe blade to dig the soil, several round potatoes immediately appeared in front of everyone.
It was bigger than an adult man's fist, and its skin was yellow and shiny. It was stained with scattered black and wet soil, and it looked very lively.
Ying Zheng, Zhao Gao, Meng Yi, and even the guards of the Imperial Advisor's Residence were all staring at the potatoes curiously.
The guards recognized the potatoes. They had planted them themselves.
However, they did not expect this little thing to grow so fast. It had grown so big in just over a month!
"These are potatoes?"
Ying Zheng asked.
"That's right. This was a potato. If nothing went wrong, this mu of land should be able to produce 10,000 catties.”
Han Cheng waved his hand.
The guards immediately understood what was going on. They lifted their farming tools and imitated Han Cheng's actions to harvest the potatoes.
"Be careful. Don't break the potatoes.”Han Cheng ordered.
Hearing Han Cheng's words, Ying Zheng and the other two were slightly stunned.
"State Preceptor, just now, how much did you say the yield of these potatoes is per mu?”
Ying Zheng asked seriously, as if he did not understand.
"Of course it's ten thousand catties per mu. After conversion, it was about 160 stones.”
Han Cheng replied calmly.
“......”
The faces of Ying Zheng and the other two froze for a moment, and their expressions gradually became exaggerated.
Really, really, did he hear wrongly?
More than 160 stones?
Han Cheng saw their expressions and said,"
"Your Majesty, you can wait for a while. The yield of these potatoes will be verified immediately.”
Ying Zheng paused for a moment, then stuttered,""Zhen, it's not that Zhen doesn't believe Imperial Preceptor, but this number is too shocking.”
Before Shang Yang's reform, the yield of grain per mu in Qin State was only a hundred catties.
After the reform, Qin encouraged production, and the yield per mu was at most 250 catties.
Later, Dujiangyan was built, and the fertile farmland in Bashu was fertile, making the production capacity per mu reach more than 300 catties.
Later on, Lu Buwei brought in the chemical fertilizer from the Qidun Merchant Group of the State of Lu, which increased the yield of the fertile land in Guanzhong to 300 to 400 catties per mu.
And these were only a few stones!
The yield of these strange potatoes was actually more than 100 stones per mu! A total of ten thousand jin!
It was simply appalling!
If it wasn't for the fact that these words came from Han Cheng's mouth.
Ying Zheng would definitely think that someone had lost his mind and was spouting nonsense.
Zhao Gao and Meng Yi looked at each other in disbelief.
Under the persistent efforts of the guards.
The potatoes were dug out in piles.
Each potato was of the same size, yellow and healthy.
Han Cheng ordered people to invite the accountant and bring Tie Quan over.
This way, he could calculate the exact weight of these potatoes.
Just like that.
Time passed.
The scorching sun in the sky turned into a setting sun, and the bright red clouds covered half of the sky.
The guards dug three feet into the ground. They were so tired that their hands and feet were weak. Finally, they dug up all the potatoes.
The old accountant, who was calculating with Tie Quan, finally figured out the yield of these potatoes per mu and came up with a figure.
"10,010 jin!"
"A total of 168 stones!"
"Preceptor, Your Majesty, I've calculated it! These potatoes were indeed producing ten thousand catties per mu!”
The old accountant shouted hoarsely!
He widened his eyes and felt a surge of blood rushing to the top of his head!
He had lived for most of his life! He had never seen such a high yield of crops! This was simply a miracle! Other than that, there was no other explanation!
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