"You just said…the potatoes that I just ate can produce 6000 catties per mu?”
As the ruler of a country, Ying Zheng knew the importance of food.
Now that Great Qin had unified the six countries, there were no large-scale wars. However, what they lacked the most was food!
If the potatoes could really produce 6,000 catties per mu, it would be 20 times more.
In addition to the Curved Plow that this kid had invented, not only could it fill the stomachs of the commoners, but it could also allow Great Qin to feed many soldiers!
This kid had just said that the potatoes could be preserved for a year after being dried. In the future, when they went to the battlefield, they would not have to worry about logistics!
Even if we can't take down the city in a short period of time, there's no need to worry. I have plenty of food!
Even if he had to drag it out, he could still make the other party raise their hands and surrender!
"That's right! My master said so!"
Ying Pingan nodded with certainty.
"Then can these potatoes be grown in Great Qin?”"Of course!"
"Good Little Seventeen, quickly give me the seed!”
"Didn't you just eat a seed?”
"Um…"
Ying Zheng was instantly petrified.
He wished he could spit out the potatoes that he had just swallowed!
That was 6,000 catties of crops per mu, and it was eaten by him just like that?
He regretted it so much that his intestines turned green!
"Your Majesty, there are a few more over there!"
The sharp-eyed minister noticed that there were a few more people beside the fire and quickly reported.
"Oh? There's more?"
Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, as if he had seen hope again.
"Do you think roasted food can still be grown?”
Ying Pingan revealed an innocent smile as he stared at everyone.
"Sigh! What a pity!"
"6,000 catties per mu! Six thousand jin! It's gone just like that!"
Several old officials in the court immediately cried out in heartache.
Ying Zheng's face was also filled with bitterness. He felt that he had become the sinner of Great Qin, as he had mercilessly eaten all the high-yield crops!
"Sigh! If I can get high-yield potato seeds, I, Old Zhang, am willing to pay any price to exchange for them!”
Zhang Han also revealed a pained expression to show his loyalty.
"I still have a few pounds in my backpack. What do you want to exchange for it?”
"Ah?"
When Ying Pingan happily ran up to him, Zhang Han was dumbfounded.
Didn't they say that they were all roasted?
Why did a few more pounds appear?
"This…this…?"
Zhang Han's face was filled with bitterness.
"Little Seventeen, is what you said true?”
Ying Zheng saw hope again.
"Of course it's true. I'm already five years old, not a three-year-old child. How could I eat all the seeds?”
"I wonder what Young Master Zhang is prepared to offer in exchange?”
Ying Pingan crooked his finger at Zhang Han.
"Err…! " Potato production will make a huge contribution to Great Qin, and I, Zhang Han, will not hesitate. Little Lord, you can raise any conditions, and as long as I can do it, I will agree!”
He had no choice. Who asked him to have a cheap mouth?
Zhang Han wished he could slap himself right now!
He had wanted to show his loyalty in front of Ying Zheng, but he did not expect this child to have a backup plan!
On the other hand, he was just a child. He probably wouldn't want anything too valuable.
A few skewers of sugar figurines would be done!
"I want the best house!"
However, after hearing Ying Pingan's soft voice, Zhang Han felt like he was about to die.
He was a minister in the imperial court and was one of the nine ministers. He had accumulated a lot of wealth over the years!
This kid wanted his best house?
Why didn't he want his old life?
"I say, Old Zhang, I remember that a few days ago, your youngest son wanted to discuss marriage. You seemed to have spent half of your life's wealth to buy a mansion for him.”
Wang Ben gloated.
"Um…"
Zhang Han rolled his eyes.
He was really bringing up the sore spot.
If you don't speak and there's no one, then you'll be a mute!
A person who had just pooped on his hand had no right to speak!
Right now, everyone's eyes were focused on him, especially Ying Zheng, who was eagerly waiting for his reply!
"Hehe! That's right!"
"Little Lord, what Great Qin needs the most right now is food. For Great Qin, I, Old Zhang, will die! He was willing to take out his house and exchange it with the Little Lord!”
Helpless, Zhang Han could only say some high-sounding words and pretend to be generous.
"I want the best!"
"Little Lord, don't worry. It's definitely the best!”
Zhang Han nodded. "Young Master Zhang, you're so benevolent!"
"It's still Young Master Zhang who cares about the big picture!"
"In the future, we will all learn from Young Master Zhang!”
……
After hearing this, all the ministers gave him a thumbs up.
Zhang Han smiled bitterly and nodded at everyone. His heart was bleeding.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for toying with Zhang Han. The reward is a box of good ham sausages!
This reward was not bad!
Instant noodles and ham, a match made in heaven!
"Swoosh!"
When no one was paying attention, Ying Pingan took out the sword of the guard closest to him.
"Protect His Majesty!"
No one knew who gave a loud shout, but everyone spread out their arms and naturally surrounded Ying Zheng.
"What?"
Such a huge movement had given Ying Pingan a fright.
"Ping 'an, why did you suddenly draw your sword?”
Qi Chu asked very calmly. She did not think that her son would do anything out of line.
Although Little Seventeen was usually mischievous, he would never hurt others!
"Mother, I just want to cut some grilled fish for father. I can't let father eat it directly, right?”
Ying Pingan said with an aggrieved tone.
"Move aside!"
Ying Zheng shouted.
This Little Seventeen was filial, yet he was misunderstood by these people!
Ying Pingan held the Qin Sword, cut off the best piece of meat from the huge carp, stuck a small piece of dry branch on it, and handed it to Ying Zheng!
"Father, try this grilled fish!"
This was roasted with your Lulu Sword, so it must have a special flavor.
Of course, Ying Pingan would definitely not reveal the second half of the story!
Unless he was looking for a beating!
"Yes!"
"Zhen remembered that you said that this fish was roasted with eighteen spices, which is why it has such a strange fragrance!”Taking the fish, Ying Zheng suddenly recalled what the little fellow had said earlier.
Great Qin was lacking in spices, and all the spices added together did not even amount to more than a palm, so how could they have more than ten types of spices?
Could it be that the mysterious master gave it to him again? "That's right. There are eighteen kinds of spices in here, including star anise, fennel, cardamom, dried orange peel, and so on. They were ground into powder and brought back by my master when he traveled around the world!”
Ying Pingan proudly took out a small bottle and waved it in front of everyone.
This was also a product of the system previously, and it just so happened to come in handy now!
"What horn? What fennel?"
Everyone was stunned.
These spices came from all over the world and were only gradually introduced after the Silk Road. No wonder they didn't know!
"Your master is really a god!"
Ying Zheng exclaimed in surprise, then opened his mouth and took a bite.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him, looking at him eagerly!
In this era, spices were scarce. He wondered how fish roasted with more than ten kinds of spices would taste.
"Hmm?"
As soon as the fish entered his mouth, Ying Zheng's eyes widened, and his face was filled with shock.
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