Something big had just happened in the imperial court.
Now, Xianyang City was in chaos, and the famine in the north of the Great Wall made people panic.
If he had come to see her, he would be so worried that he would not be able to eat.
Ying Zimo was still in the mood to play with mud?
Fu Su took a deep breath to calm himself down and said,"
"19th brother, it's fine if you like to play, but you have the responsibility of supervising the country.”
Ying Zimo shook his head and said in surprise,"
"Eldest Brother is wrong.”
"Isn't the Northern Territory short of food? These were all crops. As long as they grew, they could solve the food shortage in the Northern Territory.”
"Of course I'll ask you to come and help.”
Then, he pointed at a pile of hoes and other farming tools beside him.
It was obvious that he had long been prepared to farm with them.
"Sigh, I don't know what to say about you.”
Fu Su was speechless and sighed.
If farming could solve the food shortage, Great Qin would have mobilized everyone to farm.
Firstly, it was already autumn, and the crops did not have time to grow before winter arrived.
Secondly, the growth cycle of crops was not short. When they were long enough to be harvested, people would have starved to death long ago if they were sent to the Northern Frontier.
Nineteenth brother had good intentions, but he was still young and ignorant. He had been living a luxurious life since he was young.
Wasn't it a joke to grow grain in this season?
"Who said that? There's still time."
Ying Zimo didn't care at all. He walked over with a pile of farming tools.
"Sigh, all of you have your own plans, so how can we waste time with you here? Quickly wash up and go to the front hall.”
Fu Su said and walked away with his hands behind his back.
A scholar's hand was used to hold a pen. How could he be in such a sorry state in the field?
"Don't bother about your eldest brother. He's a stubborn old man.”
Ying Yinman made a face at Fu Su's back.
Then, he ignored the princess's body and the beautiful dress she was wearing.
He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fair arms and went down to help.
"Little Lord, growing grain now won't solve the famine in the Northern Frontier.”
Wang Jian's wrinkled face twitched twice.
"This…"
Meng Tian could not be tricked.
"The Little Lord still needs to grow up. He takes things for granted when facing problems.”
Li Si thought to himself as he took a hoe.
The Nineteenth Young Master was so young, yet he dared to think and do things. This was his advantage.
He could tell by killing Zhao Gao.
However, the affairs of the palace had been influenced by the Little Lord, and the matters of the people's livelihood could not be learned in the palace. That was why such a joke had happened.
He exchanged glances with Wang Jian and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
One of them was the prime minister of the Great Qin Empire, and the other was a famous general who had destroyed four countries and shocked the world. However, he was actually called by the Little Lord to farm.
"Eh? What kind of crop is this? I've never seen it before.”
Wang Jian noticed the pile of " soil " beside him. He picked up one and examined it.
"Oh? Old General Wang is very knowledgeable, but there's something you haven't seen before?”
Li Si was surprised and walked over to pick one up.
It was yellow and had an irregular shape.
No wonder it was just a piece of dirt.
"Little Lord, can this thing be eaten?”Li Si asked.
"Of course, this crop grows in the soil, so it's called potatoes. Two potatoes are enough to fill one person's stomach. If it's carefully planted, it can produce seven to eight thousand catties per mu.”
"Moreover, it grows very quickly. If we plant it now, we can harvest it before winter.”
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Pa da---
The two potatoes fell to the ground with a muffled thud.
Meng Tian and Wang Jian were already tongue-tied, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Eight thousand catties per mu?"
"It will mature in two to three months?"
These two pieces of information nearly scared the ministers of Great Qin to death.
"Little Lord…Are you serious?" Li Si's hands were shaking as he held the potatoes.
Only Ying Yinman asked with a confused face,"How much is eight thousand jin? How big was one mu? Is it as big as my bedroom?"
As a noble of the empire who grew up in the palace.
It was normal to not know about these things.
Little Lord, could there be a mistake?
With this thought in mind, they turned to look at Ying Zimo.
They hoped that they were not mistaken. However, looking at Ying Zimo, who was only eight years old and was not even as tall as a hoe, they felt that there was not much hope…
"Sister Yin Man, I told you to study more.”
Ying Zimo felt helpless and said,""One stone is 120 jin. The land reclaimed in the back garden of my palace is one and a half mu.”
His tender voice shook the hearts of the ministers.
"Can this thing really produce eight thousand catties per mu?"
Wang Jian hurriedly picked up the potato and carefully wiped it clean with his robe.
There was no rice at the moment.
Great Qin's crops were mainly millet, yellow rice, and broomcorn.
Even if they took good care of it, after one mu of crops molted, it would at most weigh 150 to 170 to 180 catties.
They had to pray that they did not encounter any natural disasters. If they encountered a disaster, it was normal for them to not harvest anything.
The famine in the Northern Frontier was due to the natural disaster.
8,000 catties per mu
They felt that this was a fool's dream. They did not even dare to dream of such a thing.
He saw that the few of them had faces full of disbelief and were even looking at him suspiciously.
Ying Zimo said helplessly,"
"I mentioned this matter to my father, but I didn't mention the specific production. I only said that it could solve the food shortage in the Northern Frontier.”
"Moreover, it's a very simple matter to verify. After planting one mu, won't we know if it's true or not when we harvest it? When his father returned, he would be able to see the results.”
These were all fine seeds given by the system. It was really easy to get 7,000 to 8,000 catties per mu.
Sowing two wheels would solve the famine in the north.
Otherwise, why would Ying Zimo boast in the imperial court?
"Have you already informed His Majesty?"
Everyone could not help but believe it.
Even if the Little Lord was really wrong, they would only waste some sweat and not lose anything.
Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance that this item was exactly as the Little Lord described.
Let alone eight thousand catties, even a thousand catties was an earth-shattering event.
The solution to the problem of food was of immeasurable significance for future generations!
"It was right for Little Lord to let us plant this thing personally. We must not let anyone know about this in the short term.”
Li Si did not care if he was the Prime Minister of Great Qin.
He rolled up his sleeves and went to work.
"If 8,000 catties is real, the soldiers of Great Qin will never have to worry about food and the people of the world will never starve again."
Wang Jian forced himself to calm down.
But how could he remain calm?
He started to work hard. He was already seventy years old, and he was full of energy when he started working.
Her waist wasn't sore anymore, and her legs weren't hurting either.
Nineteenth Brother, are the potatoes delicious?"
Ying Yinman followed Ying Zimo's method and cut the potatoes into pieces while asking curiously.
"It's delicious. I'll roast some potato chips for big sister Yin Man later.”
"You can roast it and eat it?"
"Yeah, boiled, fried, fried. They're all delicious.”
As Ying Zimo spoke, he looked at Wang Jian and the other ministers of the Qin Country with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
If it was just to keep it a secret, it would be fine to let the Jinyiwei do it.
The reason why he asked them for help was not to tease them.
To the people of this era, 8,000 catties per mu was too much of a fantasy. If they didn't plant it themselves, how could they believe it?
.....
Just like that, a group of important officials of the empire began to work in the back garden with their faces facing the dirt and backs facing the sky.
On the other side.
Fu Su, who had been waiting in the front hall for a long time but Ying Zimo still hadn't come out, couldn't sit still.
"Nineteenth Brother hasn't come out yet. Old General Wang, Lord Li, where's General Meng? Could it be that they were also accompanying Little Nineteen to fool around?”
Fu Su paced back and forth.
Finally, I decided to go back and take a look.
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