"This... What is he doing?"
When he returned to the backyard, Fu Su staggered and almost lost his balance.
Looking at the few people who were diligently planting potatoes in the farmland, he felt that his worldview had been impacted.
Wang Jian had destroyed four out of the six states, and his battle achievements were comparable to Lord Wu 'an's. He was the only one left among the four famous generals of the Warring States.
Li Si was the prime minister of the Great Qin Empire and held the laws of the Great Qin Empire.
Meng Tian had one-third of Great Qin's elite troops and was good at fighting.
Now, they were all sticking their butts out obediently and farming?
The three of them were not people who would accompany Nineteenth Brother to fool around.
And he was full of excitement and enthusiasm?
It was as if they were not planting fields, but the future of Great Qin…
"Old General Wang, you should go back and rest early.”
Fu Su looked at Wang Jian, who was sweating in the fields, and asked tentatively.
He was deeply afraid that Wang Jian, this old bag of bones, could not withstand the torment.
Unexpectedly, Wang Jian did not even turn his head.
"If there's nothing to do, help Young Master Su up. This old man is very healthy. If Little Young Master's potatoes are really as he said, then it's an auspicious sign from the heavens!”
"Maybe it can really solve the food shortage in the Northern Frontier.”
Solve the food shortage? How was this possible?
Fu Su's eyes widened. He did not understand the situation at all.
When he heard this from Ying Zimo, he naturally treated it as a fool's dream.
But why did Old General Wang say so?
"Where's Zimo?"
Fu Su looked around.
Suddenly.
An alluring fragrance wafted over.
This was a smell that Fu Su had never smelled before. It carried an indescribable sweetness that made his mouth salivate just by smelling it.
"Thank you, everyone. Zimo has prepared supper for everyone.”
Ying Zimo was carrying a few bowls on a tray.
The things inside were also very simple. They were potato slices roasted in mutton oil.
Qin didn't have a pot, so Ying Zimo found two pieces of thin bluestone, washed them, and heated them with fire. Then, he could use them to roast potato slices.
"Burp ~"
Beside her, Manyin let out a burp, her face turning red.
"Little Lord, these are seeds that have to be planted, not to satisfy your cravings.”
Wang Ben put down his hoe and looked at the potato chips in his bowl.
Based on the yield of 7,000 to 8,000 catties per mu, one potato could produce 20 to 30 catties.
At that time, it could be used to relieve the victims.
One had to know that the Northern Frontier was now filled with people who were crying out for food, and there was also the corvee to build the Great Wall.
The amount of grain required was not a small amount.
Now, he was counting on the potato to turn the situation around.
Now that he was eating it like this, his heart ached.
"If you don't eat it, I'll let Sister Yin Man dry it as a snack…"
Ying Zimo didn't force him.
"Of course, I want to taste it.”
Wang Jian felt that his body was upright. He threw down the hoe and did not bother to wash his hands. He used his fingers to pick up a piece of potato and put it into his mouth.
The potatoes melted in his mouth after being moistened by the sheep oil.
Although there was no seasoning, only some salt was added.
However, to the people of Old Qin who had never tasted the delicacies of the later generations, it was already incomparably delicious!
"Delicious!"
Li Si's eyes lit up.
"If it is really eight thousand catties per mu, then all the soldiers and commoners can eat it.”
The taste was secondary.
The main point was that this thing was full!
He had only eaten a few mouthfuls, but he was already full. Two potatoes the size of a fist were definitely enough for an adult man to eat until he was full!
Moreover, the cooking method was extremely simple. It could be eaten by throwing it into the fire and roasting it.
"Little Lord, you can't be greedy anymore. I don't know how many potatoes you can grow.”
"Don't worry, we only have a few potatoes left. We'll know in two months if we can produce 8,000 catties per mu.”
Ying Zimo smiled.
Then, he turned his gaze to Fu Su, who was swallowing his saliva secretly but refraining from speaking.
"Brother, do you want to try it?”
"Ah... Cough, this brother's appetite isn't very strong…"
Fu Su, who was filled with doubt, could not hold it in anymore when he heard the words "8,000 catties per mu" and "two months to ripen".
The main thing was that the potatoes were fragrant.
"Alright then. Since Elder Brother Fusu doesn't want to eat, I'll take it away.”
Ying Zimo deliberately showed a regretful expression.
"Also…Not really."
Fu Su's expression was awkward, and his eyes were evasive.
This elder brother, other than the Confucian scholars, was not very good with words. Otherwise, he would not have been demoted to the frontier by the First Emperor because of his words.
After a moment, he finally reacted.
Ying Zimo, this little brat, had made her laugh.
"Eat it, Eldest Brother. The taste will be bad if it gets cold.”
"Alright, I still have something to say to you after eating.”
Fu Su's words were blocked, but he could not argue with his younger brother. He could only vent his anger on the potato chips…
"Eldest Brother, before you came here today, the scholarly faction must have told you many things about me, right?”
"Uh... Aaaah! Aaaah! Hmm? How did you know?"
Fu Su's mind was attracted by the delicious food, and he was tricked when he wasn't paying attention.
By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
"Brother, you really are…"
Ying Zimo looked at his elder brother with a resentful gaze.
Fu Su was not stupid.
The reason why he was pedantic and slow was purely because he had been brainwashed by the Confucian scholars.
Since Shang Yang's disciple Mu Lixin, the Great Qin Dynasty ruled the country by law.
On the other hand, the Confucians advocated enfeoffment and the rule of men, wanting to imitate the Zhou Dynasty.
The problem was that although the Confucian school of thought had its essence, it was completely out of touch with the current era.
Great Qin was an empire built on the system of military merits, and if they changed the Confucian school of thought, it would shake the foundations of their rule.
As the Crown Prince of Qin State, he always believed in Confucianism and dug out his own foundation. The First Emperor naturally hated iron for not being able to live up to expectations.
"Eldest brother, father has been deliberately distancing himself from you recently. Do you know why? Did your scholarly hanger-ons and teachers tell you the solution?”
Ying Zimo sent out another soul interrogation.
Fu Su was stunned when he heard that.
As long as one was not a fool, one could see the change in Imperial Father's attitude towards Fu Su.
This time, letting the Nineteenth Young Master supervise the country might not be without the intention of beating Fu Su up.
"They know the reason, but they won't say it for their own sake.”
Ying Zimo sighed like a little adult and said,""Eldest brother, you should be here to persuade me today, right?”
Fu Su was completely immersed in Ying Zimo's conversation.
Hearing this, he nodded and said righteously,
"That's right. As the supervisor of the country, you naturally have to understand the principles of benevolence and love. Otherwise, you will become a tyrant. You killed Zhao Gao in court at such a young age.”
"Do you know how many people in the scholarly faction are calling you a little tyrant behind your back? This is very dangerous.”
After saying that, she took another bite of potato chips.
It was indeed fragrant, and she couldn't stop…
Ying Zimo was speechless.
Still eating!
It was no wonder that his father would banish Fu Su to the border.
He wanted Fu Su to take a good look at Great Qin's army and see how it operated.
It was the law, the military merit system, that was the source of Old Qin's motivation.
If this continued, Fu Su would have to make another trip to the border.
"Dangerous?" Ying Zimo's dark eyes flashed with a hint of seriousness
. Eldest Brother, you are really stupid. You are the one in danger now!”
"Danger?"
Fu Su was stunned.
He was the one who educated his 19th brother.
Why did it seem to be the other way around?
Hearing this, he felt that the potato chips in his hand were no longer fragrant. "This... What is he doing?"
When he returned to the backyard, Fu Su staggered and almost lost his balance.
Looking at the few people who were diligently planting potatoes in the farmland, he felt that his worldview had been impacted.
Wang Jian had destroyed four out of the six states, and his battle achievements were comparable to Lord Wu 'an's. He was the only one left among the four famous generals of the Warring States.
Li Si was the prime minister of the Great Qin Empire and held the laws of the Great Qin Empire.
Meng Tian had one-third of Great Qin's elite troops and was good at fighting.
Now, they were all sticking their butts out obediently and farming?
The three of them were not people who would accompany Nineteenth Brother to fool around.
And he was full of excitement and enthusiasm?
It was as if they were not planting fields, but the future of Great Qin…
"Old General Wang, you should go back and rest early.”
Fu Su looked at Wang Jian, who was sweating in the fields, and asked tentatively.
He was deeply afraid that Wang Jian, this old bag of bones, could not withstand the torment.
Unexpectedly, Wang Jian did not even turn his head.
"If there's nothing to do, help Young Master Su up. This old man is very healthy. If Little Young Master's potatoes are really as he said, then it's an auspicious sign from the heavens!”
"Maybe it can really solve the food shortage in the Northern Frontier.”
Solve the food shortage? How was this possible?
Fu Su's eyes widened. He did not understand the situation at all.
When he heard this from Ying Zimo, he naturally treated it as a fool's dream.
But why did Old General Wang say so?
"Where's Zimo?"
Fu Su looked around.
Suddenly.
An alluring fragrance wafted over.
This was a smell that Fu Su had never smelled before. It carried an indescribable sweetness that made his mouth salivate just by smelling it.
"Thank you, everyone. Zimo has prepared supper for everyone.”
Ying Zimo was carrying a few bowls on a tray.
The things inside were also very simple. They were potato slices roasted in mutton oil.
Qin didn't have a pot, so Ying Zimo found two pieces of thin bluestone, washed them, and heated them with fire. Then, he could use them to roast potato slices.
"Burp ~"
Beside her, Manyin let out a burp, her face turning red.
"Little Lord, these are seeds that have to be planted, not to satisfy your cravings.”
Wang Ben put down his hoe and looked at the potato chips in his bowl.
Based on the yield of 7,000 to 8,000 catties per mu, one potato could produce 20 to 30 catties.
At that time, it could be used to relieve the victims.
One had to know that the Northern Frontier was now filled with people who were crying out for food, and there was also the corvee to build the Great Wall.
The amount of grain required was not a small amount.
Now, he was counting on the potato to turn the situation around.
Now that he was eating it like this, his heart ached.
"If you don't eat it, I'll let Sister Yin Man dry it as a snack…"
Ying Zimo didn't force him.
"Of course, I want to taste it.”
Wang Jian felt that his body was upright. He threw down the hoe and did not bother to wash his hands. He used his fingers to pick up a piece of potato and put it into his mouth.
The potatoes melted in his mouth after being moistened by the sheep oil.
Although there was no seasoning, only some salt was added.
However, to the people of Old Qin who had never tasted the delicacies of the later generations, it was already incomparably delicious!
"Delicious!"
Li Si's eyes lit up.
"If it is really eight thousand catties per mu, then all the soldiers and commoners can eat it.”
The taste was secondary.
The main point was that this thing was full!
He had only eaten a few mouthfuls, but he was already full. Two potatoes the size of a fist were definitely enough for an adult man to eat until he was full!
Moreover, the cooking method was extremely simple. It could be eaten by throwing it into the fire and roasting it.
"Little Lord, you can't be greedy anymore. I don't know how many potatoes you can grow.”
"Don't worry, we only have a few potatoes left. We'll know in two months if we can produce 8,000 catties per mu.”
Ying Zimo smiled.
Then, he turned his gaze to Fu Su, who was swallowing his saliva secretly but refraining from speaking.
"Brother, do you want to try it?”
"Ah... Cough, this brother's appetite isn't very strong…"
Fu Su, who was filled with doubt, could not hold it in anymore when he heard the words "8,000 catties per mu" and "two months to ripen".
The main thing was that the potatoes were fragrant.
"Alright then. Since Elder Brother Fusu doesn't want to eat, I'll take it away.”
Ying Zimo deliberately showed a regretful expression.
"Also…Not really."
Fu Su's expression was awkward, and his eyes were evasive.
This elder brother, other than the Confucian scholars, was not very good with words. Otherwise, he would not have been demoted to the frontier by the First Emperor because of his words.
After a moment, he finally reacted.
Ying Zimo, this little brat, had made her laugh.
"Eat it, Eldest Brother. The taste will be bad if it gets cold.”
"Alright, I still have something to say to you after eating.”
Fu Su's words were blocked, but he could not argue with his younger brother. He could only vent his anger on the potato chips…
"Eldest Brother, before you came here today, the scholarly faction must have told you many things about me, right?”
"Uh... Aaaah! Aaaah! Hmm? How did you know?"
Fu Su's mind was attracted by the delicious food, and he was tricked when he wasn't paying attention.
By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
"Brother, you really are…"
Ying Zimo looked at his elder brother with a resentful gaze.
Fu Su was not stupid.
The reason why he was pedantic and slow was purely because he had been brainwashed by the Confucian scholars.
Since Shang Yang's disciple Mu Lixin, the Great Qin Dynasty ruled the country by law.
On the other hand, the Confucians advocated enfeoffment and the rule of men, wanting to imitate the Zhou Dynasty.
The problem was that although the Confucian school of thought had its essence, it was completely out of touch with the current era.
Great Qin was an empire built on the system of military merits, and if they changed the Confucian school of thought, it would shake the foundations of their rule.
As the Crown Prince of Qin State, he always believed in Confucianism and dug out his own foundation. The First Emperor naturally hated iron for not being able to live up to expectations.
"Eldest brother, father has been deliberately distancing himself from you recently. Do you know why? Did your scholarly hanger-ons and teachers tell you the solution?”
Ying Zimo sent out another soul interrogation.
Fu Su was stunned when he heard that.
As long as one was not a fool, one could see the change in Imperial Father's attitude towards Fu Su.
This time, letting the Nineteenth Young Master supervise the country might not be without the intention of beating Fu Su up.
"They know the reason, but they won't say it for their own sake.”
Ying Zimo sighed like a little adult and said,""Eldest brother, you should be here to persuade me today, right?”
Fu Su was completely immersed in Ying Zimo's conversation.
Hearing this, he nodded and said righteously,
"That's right. As the supervisor of the country, you naturally have to understand the principles of benevolence and love. Otherwise, you will become a tyrant. You killed Zhao Gao in court at such a young age.”
"Do you know how many people in the scholarly faction are calling you a little tyrant behind your back? This is very dangerous.”
After saying that, she took another bite of potato chips.
It was indeed fragrant, and she couldn't stop…
Ying Zimo was speechless.
Still eating!
It was no wonder that his father would banish Fu Su to the border.
He wanted Fu Su to take a good look at Great Qin's army and see how it operated.
It was the law, the military merit system, that was the source of Old Qin's motivation.
If this continued, Fu Su would have to make another trip to the border.
"Dangerous?" Ying Zimo's dark eyes flashed with a hint of seriousness
. Eldest Brother, you are really stupid. You are the one in danger now!”
"Danger?"
Fu Su was stunned.
He was the one who educated his 19th brother.
Why did it seem to be the other way around?
Hearing this, he felt that the potato chips in his hand were no longer fragrant. "This... What is he doing?"
When he returned to the backyard, Fu Su staggered and almost lost his balance.
Looking at the few people who were diligently planting potatoes in the farmland, he felt that his worldview had been impacted.
Wang Jian had destroyed four out of the six states, and his battle achievements were comparable to Lord Wu 'an's. He was the only one left among the four famous generals of the Warring States.
Li Si was the prime minister of the Great Qin Empire and held the laws of the Great Qin Empire.
Meng Tian had one-third of Great Qin's elite troops and was good at fighting.
Now, they were all sticking their butts out obediently and farming?
The three of them were not people who would accompany Nineteenth Brother to fool around.
And he was full of excitement and enthusiasm?
It was as if they were not planting fields, but the future of Great Qin…
"Old General Wang, you should go back and rest early.”
Fu Su looked at Wang Jian, who was sweating in the fields, and asked tentatively.
He was deeply afraid that Wang Jian, this old bag of bones, could not withstand the torment.
Unexpectedly, Wang Jian did not even turn his head.
"If there's nothing to do, help Young Master Su up. This old man is very healthy. If Little Young Master's potatoes are really as he said, then it's an auspicious sign from the heavens!”
"Maybe it can really solve the food shortage in the Northern Frontier.”
Solve the food shortage? How was this possible?
Fu Su's eyes widened. He did not understand the situation at all.
When he heard this from Ying Zimo, he naturally treated it as a fool's dream.
But why did Old General Wang say so?
"Where's Zimo?"
Fu Su looked around.
Suddenly.
An alluring fragrance wafted over.
This was a smell that Fu Su had never smelled before. It carried an indescribable sweetness that made his mouth salivate just by smelling it.
"Thank you, everyone. Zimo has prepared supper for everyone.”
Ying Zimo was carrying a few bowls on a tray.
The things inside were also very simple. They were potato slices roasted in mutton oil.
Qin didn't have a pot, so Ying Zimo found two pieces of thin bluestone, washed them, and heated them with fire. Then, he could use them to roast potato slices.
"Burp ~"
Beside her, Manyin let out a burp, her face turning red.
"Little Lord, these are seeds that have to be planted, not to satisfy your cravings.”
Wang Ben put down his hoe and looked at the potato chips in his bowl.
Based on the yield of 7,000 to 8,000 catties per mu, one potato could produce 20 to 30 catties.
At that time, it could be used to relieve the victims.
One had to know that the Northern Frontier was now filled with people who were crying out for food, and there was also the corvee to build the Great Wall.
The amount of grain required was not a small amount.
Now, he was counting on the potato to turn the situation around.
Now that he was eating it like this, his heart ached.
"If you don't eat it, I'll let Sister Yin Man dry it as a snack…"
Ying Zimo didn't force him.
"Of course, I want to taste it.”
Wang Jian felt that his body was upright. He threw down the hoe and did not bother to wash his hands. He used his fingers to pick up a piece of potato and put it into his mouth.
The potatoes melted in his mouth after being moistened by the sheep oil.
Although there was no seasoning, only some salt was added.
However, to the people of Old Qin who had never tasted the delicacies of the later generations, it was already incomparably delicious!
"Delicious!"
Li Si's eyes lit up.
"If it is really eight thousand catties per mu, then all the soldiers and commoners can eat it.”
The taste was secondary.
The main point was that this thing was full!
He had only eaten a few mouthfuls, but he was already full. Two potatoes the size of a fist were definitely enough for an adult man to eat until he was full!
Moreover, the cooking method was extremely simple. It could be eaten by throwing it into the fire and roasting it.
"Little Lord, you can't be greedy anymore. I don't know how many potatoes you can grow.”
"Don't worry, we only have a few potatoes left. We'll know in two months if we can produce 8,000 catties per mu.”
Ying Zimo smiled.
Then, he turned his gaze to Fu Su, who was swallowing his saliva secretly but refraining from speaking.
"Brother, do you want to try it?”
"Ah... Cough, this brother's appetite isn't very strong…"
Fu Su, who was filled with doubt, could not hold it in anymore when he heard the words "8,000 catties per mu" and "two months to ripen".
The main thing was that the potatoes were fragrant.
"Alright then. Since Elder Brother Fusu doesn't want to eat, I'll take it away.”
Ying Zimo deliberately showed a regretful expression.
"Also…Not really."
Fu Su's expression was awkward, and his eyes were evasive.
This elder brother, other than the Confucian scholars, was not very good with words. Otherwise, he would not have been demoted to the frontier by the First Emperor because of his words.
After a moment, he finally reacted.
Ying Zimo, this little brat, had made her laugh.
"Eat it, Eldest Brother. The taste will be bad if it gets cold.”
"Alright, I still have something to say to you after eating.”
Fu Su's words were blocked, but he could not argue with his younger brother. He could only vent his anger on the potato chips…
"Eldest Brother, before you came here today, the scholarly faction must have told you many things about me, right?”
"Uh... Aaaah! Aaaah! Hmm? How did you know?"
Fu Su's mind was attracted by the delicious food, and he was tricked when he wasn't paying attention.
By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
"Brother, you really are…"
Ying Zimo looked at his elder brother with a resentful gaze.
Fu Su was not stupid.
The reason why he was pedantic and slow was purely because he had been brainwashed by the Confucian scholars.
Since Shang Yang's disciple Mu Lixin, the Great Qin Dynasty ruled the country by law.
On the other hand, the Confucians advocated enfeoffment and the rule of men, wanting to imitate the Zhou Dynasty.
The problem was that although the Confucian school of thought had its essence, it was completely out of touch with the current era.
Great Qin was an empire built on the system of military merits, and if they changed the Confucian school of thought, it would shake the foundations of their rule.
As the Crown Prince of Qin State, he always believed in Confucianism and dug out his own foundation. The First Emperor naturally hated iron for not being able to live up to expectations.
"Eldest brother, father has been deliberately distancing himself from you recently. Do you know why? Did your scholarly hanger-ons and teachers tell you the solution?”
Ying Zimo sent out another soul interrogation.
Fu Su was stunned when he heard that.
As long as one was not a fool, one could see the change in Imperial Father's attitude towards Fu Su.
This time, letting the Nineteenth Young Master supervise the country might not be without the intention of beating Fu Su up.
"They know the reason, but they won't say it for their own sake.”
Ying Zimo sighed like a little adult and said,""Eldest brother, you should be here to persuade me today, right?”
Fu Su was completely immersed in Ying Zimo's conversation.
Hearing this, he nodded and said righteously,
"That's right. As the supervisor of the country, you naturally have to understand the principles of benevolence and love. Otherwise, you will become a tyrant. You killed Zhao Gao in court at such a young age.”
"Do you know how many people in the scholarly faction are calling you a little tyrant behind your back? This is very dangerous.”
After saying that, she took another bite of potato chips.
It was indeed fragrant, and she couldn't stop…
Ying Zimo was speechless.
Still eating!
It was no wonder that his father would banish Fu Su to the border.
He wanted Fu Su to take a good look at Great Qin's army and see how it operated.
It was the law, the military merit system, that was the source of Old Qin's motivation.
If this continued, Fu Su would have to make another trip to the border.
"Dangerous?" Ying Zimo's dark eyes flashed with a hint of seriousness
. Eldest Brother, you are really stupid. You are the one in danger now!”
"Danger?"
Fu Su was stunned.
He was the one who educated his 19th brother.
Why did it seem to be the other way around?
Hearing this, he felt that the potato chips in his hand were no longer fragrant. "This... What is he doing?"
When he returned to the backyard, Fu Su staggered and almost lost his balance.
Looking at the few people who were diligently planting potatoes in the farmland, he felt that his worldview had been impacted.
Wang Jian had destroyed four out of the six states, and his battle achievements were comparable to Lord Wu 'an's. He was the only one left among the four famous generals of the Warring States.
Li Si was the prime minister of the Great Qin Empire and held the laws of the Great Qin Empire.
Meng Tian had one-third of Great Qin's elite troops and was good at fighting.
Now, they were all sticking their butts out obediently and farming?
The three of them were not people who would accompany Nineteenth Brother to fool around.
And he was full of excitement and enthusiasm?
It was as if they were not planting fields, but the future of Great Qin…
"Old General Wang, you should go back and rest early.”
Fu Su looked at Wang Jian, who was sweating in the fields, and asked tentatively.
He was deeply afraid that Wang Jian, this old bag of bones, could not withstand the torment.
Unexpectedly, Wang Jian did not even turn his head.
"If there's nothing to do, help Young Master Su up. This old man is very healthy. If Little Young Master's potatoes are really as he said, then it's an auspicious sign from the heavens!”
"Maybe it can really solve the food shortage in the Northern Frontier.”
Solve the food shortage? How was this possible?
Fu Su's eyes widened. He did not understand the situation at all.
When he heard this from Ying Zimo, he naturally treated it as a fool's dream.
But why did Old General Wang say so?
"Where's Zimo?"
Fu Su looked around.
Suddenly.
An alluring fragrance wafted over.
This was a smell that Fu Su had never smelled before. It carried an indescribable sweetness that made his mouth salivate just by smelling it.
"Thank you, everyone. Zimo has prepared supper for everyone.”
Ying Zimo was carrying a few bowls on a tray.
The things inside were also very simple. They were potato slices roasted in mutton oil.
Qin didn't have a pot, so Ying Zimo found two pieces of thin bluestone, washed them, and heated them with fire. Then, he could use them to roast potato slices.
"Burp ~"
Beside her, Manyin let out a burp, her face turning red.
"Little Lord, these are seeds that have to be planted, not to satisfy your cravings.”
Wang Ben put down his hoe and looked at the potato chips in his bowl.
Based on the yield of 7,000 to 8,000 catties per mu, one potato could produce 20 to 30 catties.
At that time, it could be used to relieve the victims.
One had to know that the Northern Frontier was now filled with people who were crying out for food, and there was also the corvee to build the Great Wall.
The amount of grain required was not a small amount.
Now, he was counting on the potato to turn the situation around.
Now that he was eating it like this, his heart ached.
"If you don't eat it, I'll let Sister Yin Man dry it as a snack…"
Ying Zimo didn't force him.
"Of course, I want to taste it.”
Wang Jian felt that his body was upright. He threw down the hoe and did not bother to wash his hands. He used his fingers to pick up a piece of potato and put it into his mouth.
The potatoes melted in his mouth after being moistened by the sheep oil.
Although there was no seasoning, only some salt was added.
However, to the people of Old Qin who had never tasted the delicacies of the later generations, it was already incomparably delicious!
"Delicious!"
Li Si's eyes lit up.
"If it is really eight thousand catties per mu, then all the soldiers and commoners can eat it.”
The taste was secondary.
The main point was that this thing was full!
He had only eaten a few mouthfuls, but he was already full. Two potatoes the size of a fist were definitely enough for an adult man to eat until he was full!
Moreover, the cooking method was extremely simple. It could be eaten by throwing it into the fire and roasting it.
"Little Lord, you can't be greedy anymore. I don't know how many potatoes you can grow.”
"Don't worry, we only have a few potatoes left. We'll know in two months if we can produce 8,000 catties per mu.”
Ying Zimo smiled.
Then, he turned his gaze to Fu Su, who was swallowing his saliva secretly but refraining from speaking.
"Brother, do you want to try it?”
"Ah... Cough, this brother's appetite isn't very strong…"
Fu Su, who was filled with doubt, could not hold it in anymore when he heard the words "8,000 catties per mu" and "two months to ripen".
The main thing was that the potatoes were fragrant.
"Alright then. Since Elder Brother Fusu doesn't want to eat, I'll take it away.”
Ying Zimo deliberately showed a regretful expression.
"Also…Not really."
Fu Su's expression was awkward, and his eyes were evasive.
This elder brother, other than the Confucian scholars, was not very good with words. Otherwise, he would not have been demoted to the frontier by the First Emperor because of his words.
After a moment, he finally reacted.
Ying Zimo, this little brat, had made her laugh.
"Eat it, Eldest Brother. The taste will be bad if it gets cold.”
"Alright, I still have something to say to you after eating.”
Fu Su's words were blocked, but he could not argue with his younger brother. He could only vent his anger on the potato chips…
"Eldest Brother, before you came here today, the scholarly faction must have told you many things about me, right?”
"Uh... Aaaah! Aaaah! Hmm? How did you know?"
Fu Su's mind was attracted by the delicious food, and he was tricked when he wasn't paying attention.
By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
"Brother, you really are…"
Ying Zimo looked at his elder brother with a resentful gaze.
Fu Su was not stupid.
The reason why he was pedantic and slow was purely because he had been brainwashed by the Confucian scholars.
Since Shang Yang's disciple Mu Lixin, the Great Qin Dynasty ruled the country by law.
On the other hand, the Confucians advocated enfeoffment and the rule of men, wanting to imitate the Zhou Dynasty.
The problem was that although the Confucian school of thought had its essence, it was completely out of touch with the current era.
Great Qin was an empire built on the system of military merits, and if they changed the Confucian school of thought, it would shake the foundations of their rule.
As the Crown Prince of Qin State, he always believed in Confucianism and dug out his own foundation. The First Emperor naturally hated iron for not being able to live up to expectations.
"Eldest brother, father has been deliberately distancing himself from you recently. Do you know why? Did your scholarly hanger-ons and teachers tell you the solution?”
Ying Zimo sent out another soul interrogation.
Fu Su was stunned when he heard that.
As long as one was not a fool, one could see the change in Imperial Father's attitude towards Fu Su.
This time, letting the Nineteenth Young Master supervise the country might not be without the intention of beating Fu Su up.
"They know the reason, but they won't say it for their own sake.”
Ying Zimo sighed like a little adult and said,""Eldest brother, you should be here to persuade me today, right?”
Fu Su was completely immersed in Ying Zimo's conversation.
Hearing this, he nodded and said righteously,
"That's right. As the supervisor of the country, you naturally have to understand the principles of benevolence and love. Otherwise, you will become a tyrant. You killed Zhao Gao in court at such a young age.”
"Do you know how many people in the scholarly faction are calling you a little tyrant behind your back? This is very dangerous.”
After saying that, she took another bite of potato chips.
It was indeed fragrant, and she couldn't stop…
Ying Zimo was speechless.
Still eating!
It was no wonder that his father would banish Fu Su to the border.
He wanted Fu Su to take a good look at Great Qin's army and see how it operated.
It was the law, the military merit system, that was the source of Old Qin's motivation.
If this continued, Fu Su would have to make another trip to the border.
"Dangerous?" Ying Zimo's dark eyes flashed with a hint of seriousness
. Eldest Brother, you are really stupid. You are the one in danger now!”
"Danger?"
Fu Su was stunned.
He was the one who educated his 19th brother.
Why did it seem to be the other way around?
Hearing this, he felt that the potato chips in his hand were no longer fragrant. "This... What is he doing?"
When he returned to the backyard, Fu Su staggered and almost lost his balance.
Looking at the few people who were diligently planting potatoes in the farmland, he felt that his worldview had been impacted.
Wang Jian had destroyed four out of the six states, and his battle achievements were comparable to Lord Wu 'an's. He was the only one left among the four famous generals of the Warring States.
Li Si was the prime minister of the Great Qin Empire and held the laws of the Great Qin Empire.
Meng Tian had one-third of Great Qin's elite troops and was good at fighting.
Now, they were all sticking their butts out obediently and farming?
The three of them were not people who would accompany Nineteenth Brother to fool around.
And he was full of excitement and enthusiasm?
It was as if they were not planting fields, but the future of Great Qin…
"Old General Wang, you should go back and rest early.”
Fu Su looked at Wang Jian, who was sweating in the fields, and asked tentatively.
He was deeply afraid that Wang Jian, this old bag of bones, could not withstand the torment.
Unexpectedly, Wang Jian did not even turn his head.
"If there's nothing to do, help Young Master Su up. This old man is very healthy. If Little Young Master's potatoes are really as he said, then it's an auspicious sign from the heavens!”
"Maybe it can really solve the food shortage in the Northern Frontier.”
Solve the food shortage? How was this possible?
Fu Su's eyes widened. He did not understand the situation at all.
When he heard this from Ying Zimo, he naturally treated it as a fool's dream.
But why did Old General Wang say so?
"Where's Zimo?"
Fu Su looked around.
Suddenly.
An alluring fragrance wafted over.
This was a smell that Fu Su had never smelled before. It carried an indescribable sweetness that made his mouth salivate just by smelling it.
"Thank you, everyone. Zimo has prepared supper for everyone.”
Ying Zimo was carrying a few bowls on a tray.
The things inside were also very simple. They were potato slices roasted in mutton oil.
Qin didn't have a pot, so Ying Zimo found two pieces of thin bluestone, washed them, and heated them with fire. Then, he could use them to roast potato slices.
"Burp ~"
Beside her, Manyin let out a burp, her face turning red.
"Little Lord, these are seeds that have to be planted, not to satisfy your cravings.”
Wang Ben put down his hoe and looked at the potato chips in his bowl.
Based on the yield of 7,000 to 8,000 catties per mu, one potato could produce 20 to 30 catties.
At that time, it could be used to relieve the victims.
One had to know that the Northern Frontier was now filled with people who were crying out for food, and there was also the corvee to build the Great Wall.
The amount of grain required was not a small amount.
Now, he was counting on the potato to turn the situation around.
Now that he was eating it like this, his heart ached.
"If you don't eat it, I'll let Sister Yin Man dry it as a snack…"
Ying Zimo didn't force him.
"Of course, I want to taste it.”
Wang Jian felt that his body was upright. He threw down the hoe and did not bother to wash his hands. He used his fingers to pick up a piece of potato and put it into his mouth.
The potatoes melted in his mouth after being moistened by the sheep oil.
Although there was no seasoning, only some salt was added.
However, to the people of Old Qin who had never tasted the delicacies of the later generations, it was already incomparably delicious!
"Delicious!"
Li Si's eyes lit up.
"If it is really eight thousand catties per mu, then all the soldiers and commoners can eat it.”
The taste was secondary.
The main point was that this thing was full!
He had only eaten a few mouthfuls, but he was already full. Two potatoes the size of a fist were definitely enough for an adult man to eat until he was full!
Moreover, the cooking method was extremely simple. It could be eaten by throwing it into the fire and roasting it.
"Little Lord, you can't be greedy anymore. I don't know how many potatoes you can grow.”
"Don't worry, we only have a few potatoes left. We'll know in two months if we can produce 8,000 catties per mu.”
Ying Zimo smiled.
Then, he turned his gaze to Fu Su, who was swallowing his saliva secretly but refraining from speaking.
"Brother, do you want to try it?”
"Ah... Cough, this brother's appetite isn't very strong…"
Fu Su, who was filled with doubt, could not hold it in anymore when he heard the words "8,000 catties per mu" and "two months to ripen".
The main thing was that the potatoes were fragrant.
"Alright then. Since Elder Brother Fusu doesn't want to eat, I'll take it away.”
Ying Zimo deliberately showed a regretful expression.
"Also…Not really."
Fu Su's expression was awkward, and his eyes were evasive.
This elder brother, other than the Confucian scholars, was not very good with words. Otherwise, he would not have been demoted to the frontier by the First Emperor because of his words.
After a moment, he finally reacted.
Ying Zimo, this little brat, had made her laugh.
"Eat it, Eldest Brother. The taste will be bad if it gets cold.”
"Alright, I still have something to say to you after eating.”
Fu Su's words were blocked, but he could not argue with his younger brother. He could only vent his anger on the potato chips…
"Eldest Brother, before you came here today, the scholarly faction must have told you many things about me, right?”
"Uh... Aaaah! Aaaah! Hmm? How did you know?"
Fu Su's mind was attracted by the delicious food, and he was tricked when he wasn't paying attention.
By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
"Brother, you really are…"
Ying Zimo looked at his elder brother with a resentful gaze.
Fu Su was not stupid.
The reason why he was pedantic and slow was purely because he had been brainwashed by the Confucian scholars.
Since Shang Yang's disciple Mu Lixin, the Great Qin Dynasty ruled the country by law.
On the other hand, the Confucians advocated enfeoffment and the rule of men, wanting to imitate the Zhou Dynasty.
The problem was that although the Confucian school of thought had its essence, it was completely out of touch with the current era.
Great Qin was an empire built on the system of military merits, and if they changed the Confucian school of thought, it would shake the foundations of their rule.
As the Crown Prince of Qin State, he always believed in Confucianism and dug out his own foundation. The First Emperor naturally hated iron for not being able to live up to expectations.
"Eldest brother, father has been deliberately distancing himself from you recently. Do you know why? Did your scholarly hanger-ons and teachers tell you the solution?”
Ying Zimo sent out another soul interrogation.
Fu Su was stunned when he heard that.
As long as one was not a fool, one could see the change in Imperial Father's attitude towards Fu Su.
This time, letting the Nineteenth Young Master supervise the country might not be without the intention of beating Fu Su up.
"They know the reason, but they won't say it for their own sake.”
Ying Zimo sighed like a little adult and said,""Eldest brother, you should be here to persuade me today, right?”
Fu Su was completely immersed in Ying Zimo's conversation.
Hearing this, he nodded and said righteously,
"That's right. As the supervisor of the country, you naturally have to understand the principles of benevolence and love. Otherwise, you will become a tyrant. You killed Zhao Gao in court at such a young age.”
"Do you know how many people in the scholarly faction are calling you a little tyrant behind your back? This is very dangerous.”
After saying that, she took another bite of potato chips.
It was indeed fragrant, and she couldn't stop…
Ying Zimo was speechless.
Still eating!
It was no wonder that his father would banish Fu Su to the border.
He wanted Fu Su to take a good look at Great Qin's army and see how it operated.
It was the law, the military merit system, that was the source of Old Qin's motivation.
If this continued, Fu Su would have to make another trip to the border.
"Dangerous?" Ying Zimo's dark eyes flashed with a hint of seriousness
. Eldest Brother, you are really stupid. You are the one in danger now!”
"Danger?"
Fu Su was stunned.
He was the one who educated his 19th brother.
Why did it seem to be the other way around?
Hearing this, he felt that the potato chips in his hand were no longer fragrant.
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