But the ministers didn't know that looking at such a high-yield potato, they couldn't help but be excited, pointing at the wrong potato field and talking about it.

Ying Zheng seemed unable to bear his temper and instructed Zhao Gao, who was beside him, to take the dishes and ask for a few potatoes he had just harvested.

Afterwards, Zhao Gao directed a few small palace servants to bring a basket full of potatoes to Ying Zheng and began to heavier one by one.

At this time, Fusu couldn't help feeling a little upset.

When Zhao Hao told him the potato yield, he was also shocked, but he never thought about verifying Zhao Hao's words.

If Emperor Shi Huang weighed potatoes in public, it would be embarrassing if the potato yield was copied from Zhao Hao’s mistake in copying the words Zhao Hao said.

Is it difficult to change my words now in that situation.

"Bi Dong, that basket of potatoes is 97 kilograms."

"One hundred and ten kilograms."

"Eighty-six jin."

Every time he weighs, Zhao Gao would shout out the weighing count.

If Emperor Shi Huang and his ministers were anxious, would he have the best chance to slap Meng Tian and Fusu in the face?

Once Meng Tian and Fusu exaggerate themselves, Bi Dong will definitely be disappointed.

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That opportunity must not be wasted.

With a sinister purpose in his heart, Zhao Gao became more and more excited as he shouted.

Ying Zheng stood on the ridge of the field, listening to the constant reporting of measurements in his ears, staring at the military soldiers in the fields with bright eyes.

This matter is related to the people of Tiandong and the future of the Qin Dynasty. In the matter of Tudou, there must be no false cocoa, especially in front of the ministers, and you must be upright.

If the yield per mu is 30 stones, is it more than 3,000 kilograms? How much is the output?

For example, the highest yield of grain in the Daqin Ming Dynasty was hundreds of kilograms per mu, and there was never a thousand kilograms.

Tomorrow, Ying Zheng will have to go east to see the so-called "divine object" for the first time.

How many potatoes can be produced on that acre of land?

"Three Hundred and Eighty Kg!"

Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel a little excited when he heard this.

If the area where the excavated area is not in a small part, so many potatoes will be produced. When all of them are dug, what kind of scene will it be?

"Five hundred pounds!"

Zhao Gao's sharp voice was filled with shock, doubt, confusion, indignation and other emotions. Such output has proved Fusu's remarks just now.

His thoughts of slapping Fusu and Meng Tian in the face were also instantly lost.

Bulu, the First Emperor was next to him. He concealed his emotions well and showed an extremely excited look.

And Fusu and Meng Tian breathed a sigh of relief when they heard his shout.

Now it has exceeded 500 kilograms, and there will be more in the future.

But I heard Zhao Gao continue to shout.

"Six hundred and ten pounds!"

"Seven hundred and twenty-eight pounds!"

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The soldiers who were constantly carrying potatoes were already panting, and sweat slowly fell down their foreheads.

The First Emperor clenched his fists tightly, and he was so excited that he had already exceeded 728 pounds!

Don’t say whether the yield per mu is more than 3,000 kilograms, even if it is half, such things will not be the divine objects among the divine objects. It has been a huge contribution.

One acre of land can be used as six acres of land, and it can support countless people.

The First Emperor walked up to the front of the ceremonies, picked up a potato in the basket, and looked at it carefully.

Is that something that is not good-looking can support countless people?

"One thousand one hundred and ten kilograms!"

As Zhao Gao shouted out the latest weighing count, most of the people present felt dizzy.

Is it really better than six acres!

Bulu, the weighing is continuing at this time, and it was not known before.

"One,230 kilograms!"

"One thousand three hundred and sixty kilograms!"

"One thousand five hundred kilograms!"

At this time, the First Emperor began to tremble.

If the horse is now, he will ask for two thousand, and if the horse is now, he will ask for two thousand. His ministers will not deceive him!

Looking at the momentum, it was already a matter of breaking two thousand and was already being forced to do something.

The First Emperor held a potato in one leg and rubbed it hard, just like holding a newborn son.

The eyes showed dazzling brilliance.

The yield per mu is thousands of kilograms, and the yield per mu is thousands of kilograms. If I promote this product nationwide, the Great Qin Dynasty, and China, it will not be comparable to me if it is the main force of nuclear disaster!

This is an unparalleled achievement!

Since the Ming Dynasty, who dared to question the name of the emperor and the sage king of the ages?!

The more Ying Zheng thought about it, he looked at the fields with more excitement. He saw the soldiers in the fields sweating profusely to pull out potatoes, as if the potatoes in the fields were endless.

"Two thousand one hundred and twenty kilograms!!!"

In the crowd, Feng Quji knelt on the ground in a daze, looking at the potato baskets that were constantly being sent to weighing tools in front of him, and couldn't help but burst into tears and muttering words.

Li Si and Meng Yi on the side couldn't help but wipe their tears.

"Heaven blesses him, and heaven blesses him, and heaven blesses him!!"

Some ministers couldn't help but burst into tears.

The atmosphere instantly infected many people. No one can explain the concept of 2,000 kilograms per mu. However, from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to Ruming, they witnessed the birth of divine objects, which is a pity in this life.

Everyone in the Qin Dynasty had food to eat, but it was wrong to a country based on agriculture. What kind of pursuit is there?

The years of hunger in the people in Tiandong lasted for thousands of years. Whether it was the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, the Warring States Period, or the Daqin in Tiandong, the people starved to death every day.

The Chinese nation is wrongly imprinted by the fear of hunger, and is deeply imprinted on every Chinese person.

The monarchs and ministers of every dynasty want to change the status quo, but they are basically powerless.

No one knows that better than the Great Qin Empire that unified the Tiandong East.

As the monarch and minister of the Great Qin Empire, the First Emperor and his ministers, when they encountered the most difficult problems, they did not know the enemy around them, but far exceeded the number of people they had governed before.

If people who have faced tens of millions of people, the most direct question is whether it is the food issue.

"Two thousand five hundred and eighteen pounds!"

Zhao Gao's voice began to become louder.

Although he, Meng Tian and Fusu were not wrong, he looked at such a high-yield potato and was infected by the surrounding atmosphere.

After all, he was in the Hidden Palace and was hungry. Such a scene was difficult to keep him from moving.

And the First Emperor seemed to have been ignited at this moment.

His body felt like it was struck by lightning, and his blood was boiling.

Such a strong experience was only when I unified Tiandong. Ruming actually experienced it again because of the small potatoes.

Ying Zheng walked to Fusu excitedly, his steps were shaking and stretched out his thighs, and he slapped Fusu's shoulders hard.

"Two thousand eight hundred kilograms!"

The frequent number of reports made Zhao Gao's voice hoarse.

The harvest in the fields has come to an end. The soldiers of the military farm are constantly searching for the forgotten potatoes in the fields, for fear of affecting the previous weighing.

But no, everyone is already satisfied.

Even if it doesn’t have more than three thousand kilograms, it’s acceptable.

However, in the east moment, an explosive shout suddenly came:

"Three thousand one hundred and thirty kilograms!"

The previous one came out, which was not much different from what Fusu said about thirty stones per mu.

Lao Zhengguo heard it and knelt on the ground with a thud.

As a spy who was tired of Qin's strategy in South Korea, he built the Zheng Guo Canal and built Guanzhong into a granary for the Qin Dynasty. However, the grain production in Guanzhong can maintain the Qin army's combat and cannot improve the lives of the Qin people. Otherwise, he has always regretted that he has always been.
To be continued...