Datang Longya

Chapter 572: The Nine Clans Are Killed by Tricksters!

The so-called "Government of Wenjing" is actually just that the official warehouses are filled with food, and the foreign wars do not suffer.

But the current Tang Dynasty is almost the same as Wenjing's rule, especially in foreign wars, so far no one has been defeated.

Even Shengzhou, which was almost captured, severely hit the Goryeo army in the subsequent battles, causing countless casualties to Yuangai Suwen's army, and indirectly helped Gao Jianwu, who was a little weak, so that the Goryeo civil war has never been fought. Decide the real winner.

Such a domestic environment can already be called a prosperous age.

However, Leng Feng's thoughts were far more than that.

The common people can't eat meat, can't afford alcohol, can't go out of the village, and can't read. Such an environment can be regarded as a prosperous age?

In Leng Feng's mind, only the scenes like the later generations are the real prosperity.

But this goal has to be started now, and it is not even known whether he can achieve it in his lifetime.

Gyeonggi Province is adjacent to Shannan Province. When the first frost fell, Leng Feng arrived in the capital with the Dragon Tooth Army and the Dragon Scale Guard.

Chang'an is still as lively. As the capital of the Tang Dynasty, no matter if you are a businessman or a student traveling, you can't help but come here to have a look.

Speaking of merchants, Leng Feng thought of Fan Zhui who had a "retainer appointment" with him. Before that, this guy founded a water transport company by himself, using Chang'an's "eight waters" to transport goods in Chang'an city.

I have to admit that he really has a business mind. After making a profit through water transportation and asking the old man, he turned to tea wholesale again.

Tianxialou's fried tea is well-known, but it is not very popular, so that it is hard to find a thousand dollars in the market if you leave Chang'an.

But this guy took a fancy to this, started this business, and divided the tea into three grades, supplying different groups of people for consumption.

In just a few years, his business has flourished.Not only did he repay the principal of Tianxialou, but his family wealth increased, and he even married a wife and gave birth to a daughter.

Now that the frost has fallen, the potatoes should be ripe.

Leng Feng believes that these things can shock the Tang Dynasty, as long as they are popularized, Leng Feng does not believe that people will go to the temple to grab Guanyin soil to eat in disaster years.

Since the seedlings of potatoes and corn turned yellow, Liu Yuan never left the experimental field, for fear that something might happen to them.

It wasn't until he saw Leng Feng that he breathed a sigh of relief, and said helplessly, "This thing is different from the wheat we know. I don't know how long it will last. You came back just in time. Can we harvest now?"

Leng Feng thought for a while before saying, "Since their plants are all withered and yellow, they should be able to harvest!"

In fact, he is not sure. According to his memory, the old people said that even if the corn is half withered and yellow, the corn can still be "re-topped" to make the top grains fuller.

You'll have to take this one down and have a look.

At some point, there were more Xuanjia soldiers guarding the experimental field.

As the emperor's most powerful army, their appearance also showed that Li Shimin attached great importance to these seeds.

The most annoying thing was the Wuli Sima of the Xuanjia Army. Leng Feng wanted to pick an ear of corn to see the situation, but this guy was crazy and refused to let him go.It is said that the first one must come down from the emperor.

It is probably difficult to reason with Wuli Sima, because their reasoning is the emperor's words, and they will do whatever the emperor tells them to do, and there will never be "accommodation".

"Then you should write to the emperor and harvest the seeds quickly! The potatoes will be frozen by the permafrost!"

Under Leng Feng's repeated urging, Wuli Sima sent a letter to the court.

Early the next morning, the emperor first led all the officials to worship the Shennong Temple, and then came to the experimental field in full clothes.

Everyone walked to a corn plant. Li Shimin looked at the appearance of the corn, pointed to the corn and said, "This should be a fruit! It's so big!"

With that said, Li Shimin peeled off the husk and successfully broke off a corn.

Weighing it up, Li Shimin said under the probing eyes of all the civil and military officials: "The yield per mu must be more than 300 catties!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and Wei Zheng lost control on the spot. He walked up to Li Shimin and snatched the corn. Such output!"

Li Shimin was extremely annoyed by Wei Zheng's behavior. How could the corn he broke be caught by this old thief Wei, so he snatched it back.

Wei Zheng grasped and grasped with both hands. This moment was like a dream to him. If he didn't hold something in his hand, he was afraid that this dream would wake him up.

Fortunately, there were other corns in the field, and Lao Wei immediately broke off one by himself, grabbed the corn and laughed!

His weight is bigger than that of the emperor!
Seeing that Wei Zheng had already made a move, all civil and military officials didn't care that they were wearing court uniforms, and they all got into the corn field, rushing to break off all the corn.

When all the corn was put together into a small pile, everyone looked at the yellow and orange slices, as if they were looking at gold.

It is really a treasure that is not exchanged for gold of equal weight!

With this thing, as long as it is popularized, is Datang still afraid that the people will starve?

Li Shimin tugged at Leng Feng's sleeve: "I really don't know how you know that there is such a treasure in such a far away place. Just this one is enough to realize the dream that everyone in the world can have enough to eat!"

Leng Feng shook his head: "Actually, it's a little far-fetched to treat this thing as food. Let's look at potatoes."

Li Shimin was still the first to collect the potatoes.

He sneered at the shovel that Leng Feng handed over, and started digging the soil himself, throwing a big hole with his own hands.

This time, all the officials found a place one by one after the emperor started to do it, digging up the soil like a groundhog.

Soon, Li Shimin took out three or four fist-sized potatoes. Before he could squeak, Fang Xuanling dug out a potato the size of a sheep's head, and when he lifted it up, everyone exclaimed.

This time Wei Zheng's luck was not very good, he just dug out three or four fist-sized potatoes and a bunch of small potatoes like grapes.

Even so, he was still having fun.

From the current point of view, this potato can actually reach a yield of more than 500 catties per mu.

Such a crop is really a godsend!

Why doesn't this thing grow on the land of Datang?

Just when everyone was immersed in shock and joy, Li Shimin, who was sitting on the ground covered in mud, yelled for no reason: "Come on, surround this place, and don't allow anyone to come near! Keep digging, I think we can still dig!" Afterwards, take these heaven-sent treasures back to the palace, and anyone who moves will punish the nine clans!"

(End of this chapter)