I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 20 The sweet potato that shocked the officials

When Wu Mingkong heard the word "dedication", the image of "referring to a deer to a horse" immediately appeared in his mind.

Qingcheng's face twitched slightly.

But at the same time, she was also curious.

What is this red mouse.

Not just her.

All civil and military officials also looked at Fang Xiu with the same curiosity and doubts.

"I don't know what Fang Xiang is going to do this time."

"Could it be that you want to emulate the last time when you referred to a deer as a horse and a rabbit as a mouse?"

At this time.

Fang Xiu asked someone to fetch a sack, a cauldron, and some firewood.

When Wu Mingkong and Baiguan met, they were even more puzzled.

Is this going to boil water and boil rats in Fengtian Temple?
Fang Xiu ignored their strange eyes and took out the sweet potatoes from the sack on his own.

Holding it high in his hand, he said loudly: "Your Majesty! This is what I want to offer - sweet potato!"

The empress and all the civil and military officials looked at the sweet potato in Fang Xiu's hand, frowning.

What is this?
Why has it never been seen before?

Wu Mingkong pondered for a while, and said, "Can Prime Minister Fang explain to me what this red mouse is?"

Fang Xiu held up the sweet potato and said loudly: "Sweet potato is a kind of food. It tastes sweet and has a strong sense of fullness! Adults only need to eat one to fill their stomachs, and children only need half of it!"

"This"

Civil and military officials looked at each other in blank dismay.

They have lived for so many years, and they only know that there are five kinds of food: rice, millet, millet, wheat, and bean.

Where did this sweet potato come from?

Wu Mingkong frowned slightly, apparently it was the first time he had heard that there was such food as sweet potato.

now.

She has begun to doubt.

Is Fang Xiu, the traitor, trying to make fun of himself again?
At this time.

Fang Xiu continued: "Whether this product is as it is said, with a sweet taste and a strong sense of satiety, your majesty and all the princes will know once they taste it!"

After finishing speaking, he asked someone to bring a fire sickle and tinder, and set up a cauldron in Fengtian Temple.

Then throw the sack of washed sweet potatoes directly into the pot.

When everyone in the Ministry of Rites saw this scene, their expressions froze.

"Is this considered a disgrace?"

They subconsciously looked at the empress on the dragon chair, wanting to say something.

But found.

The Empress was leaning out, staring curiously at the sweet potatoes in the pot.

His Majesty didn't care, and they naturally had nothing to say, so they kept silent.

After a while, the water boiled and gurgled.

Fang Xiu stood aside, guessing that the sweet potatoes were almost ripe, and asked for the porcelain bowl he had prepared earlier.

A sweet potato is divided into two halves, put in porcelain bowls, and distributed to the empress and civil and military officials.

"I don't bring many sweet potatoes today, each of you gentlemen has half."

The empress and all civil and military officials reached out to take the porcelain bowl and spoon, and when the sweet potatoes cooled down, they used the spoon to dig and eat.

The sweet potatoes just came in.

The sweet taste swept the taste buds, making the eyes of all civil and military officials present shine!
Wu Mingkong carefully savored the taste of sweet potatoes, his eyes lit up, and he felt that the taste of sweet potatoes was far better than that of five grains!

the most important is!

After only a few bites, I feel my stomach is filled with food and full!
Even though Wu Mingkong held great hostility towards Fangxiu, he couldn't help sighing at this moment:
"I didn't expect that the traitor Fang Xiu could find such a good thing!"

[Emotion value +2000]

In Fengtian Hall, all civil and military officials ate sweet potatoes, and they all felt the same way.

The taste is sweet!

Great feeling of satiety!
This sweet potato is truly a grain!
And it is more delicious food than five grains!
What Fang Xiang said turned out to be true!

All civil and military officials couldn't help but praise.

"Xiaguan is really ignorant. He lived for 47 years before he knew that there is such a delicious food in the world!"

"The taste is sweet, the mouth is soft and glutinous, very good!"

After the compliment.

Questions were soon raised.

"The taste of this product is really good, but I don't know the yield."

"If the yield is not as good as that of rice, as far as I am concerned, it is probably just a useless thing."

"And this thing tastes very good, and I'm afraid it needs a lot of nutrients to grow it."

"My land is so barren that there are very few good fields that can grow rice. Most of the arable land is planted with millet and corn. If I plant these things, I am afraid that there will be no harvest."

on the dragon chair.

When Wu Mingkong heard this, his fiery heart instantly cooled a lot.

"That's right! Daqian's land is barren. No matter how good the sweet potatoes are, they are difficult to grow."

"Even if it is planted, the yield will not be high, and the problem of food shortage cannot be solved at all."

Fang Xiu raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

It took him a full [-] emotional points to unlock the high-yield sweet potatoes.

Paying so much is not to make a wedding dress for Wu Guo!

Of course, he also took into account the issues that the officials considered!
"Cough cough!"

Facing the doubts from all the officials, Fang Xiu cleared his throat and said loudly:
"The reason why I dare to say that it can solve the food problem is because sweet potatoes have two unique advantages compared to traditional grains!"

"First, this thing does not need to be grown on fertile arable land like rice and wheat!"

"As long as it is buried in the soil, even if the soil is poor and there is little rainfall, it can grow well and bear fruit!"

"Secondly, its yield far exceeds that of five grains!"

"Under normal circumstances, the yield of one mu of sweet potatoes is twenty times that of millet and fifteen times that of rice!"

"Now is the season for planting sweet potatoes. As long as farmers are mobilized to plant this plant on the vacant land, grain can be produced in half a year!"

"From now on, all my subjects will have food to eat!"

"The imperial court no longer has to work hard for food shortages!"

[Emotion value +10000]

The voice fell.

Wu Mingkong and the civil and military officials all widened their eyes, showing expressions of disbelief.

"As long as there is soil, you can plant!"

"The yield is fifteen times that of rice!"

"How is this possible!"

When Wu Mingkong heard Fang Xiu's words, he almost couldn't restrain his emotions and wanted to jump up from the dragon chair.

After suppressing the shock and excitement in my heart.

She looked at the sweet potato in Fang Xiu's hand with burning eyes, and asked, "Has what Fang Xiang said has been verified?"

Although Wu Mingkong tried his best to keep himself calm.

Fang Xiu could still hear her trembling voice.

He looked at the empress and said to himself: "I will not take such a big event as a joke."

"In fact, this thing has been planted in overseas places for a long time, and every word I said just now is the experience summed up by thousands of overseas farmers!"

This sentence exploded in the minds of Wu Mingkong and all civil and military officials like a shocking stone!

Because they know.

No matter how absurd Fang Xiang is, it is impossible for him to play with the fate of the country!
in other words.

The description about sweet potatoes is very likely to be true!
only!

The output is fifteen times that of rice, which is too exaggerated!
If this kind of food really exists in the world, how come Fang Xiang didn't find it until now?

Zhao Youting, the new servant of the household department, hesitated for a while, and then said: "The next official is just a little dazed, and I didn't hear what Xiang Xiang said clearly."

"Fang Xiang said that the yield of sweet potatoes is fifteen times that of rice?"

(End of this chapter)