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

Chapter 59 What I owe you, I will make it up later
Fang Xiu walked up to the Empress and handed her the sweet potato.

"Does Your Majesty want to make a bet with the minister?"

Wu Mingkong subconsciously reached out to take the sweet potato, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What are you betting on?"

Fang Xiudao: "Just bet on whether the yield of sweet potatoes can reach [-] times that of rice."

Wu Mingkong raised his eyes to look at the farmers working in the field, and then looked back at Fang Xiu. A cunning flashed across his bright eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Okay! I bet I can achieve it!"

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Fang Xiu did not expect that the little empress would not play cards according to common sense. He was silent for a second and said, "Okay, if your majesty wins, you will ride in the minister's carriage when you return to the palace."

Who cares to ride in your carriage!

Wu Mingkong pouted and asked, "Then what if I lose?"

Fang Xiudao: "The minister will take His Majesty's carriage."

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Wu Mingkong was a little dizzy, and it took him a while to realize that he had become his prize.

"Bah! Good idea!"

Wu Mingkong spat at him, then stuffed the sweet potato back into Fang Xiu's arms.
It is indeed a bit big, and her hands are too small to hold it.

Fang Xiu held the sweet potato and said, "Then His Majesty agreed?"

Wu Ming gave him a blank look, and was about to refuse.

On second thought, if this sweet potato really has fifteen times the yield of rice.

For this guy's merits, even if he is given the title of Lord of the Town, there is no problem.

That being the case, there's no harm in getting into his carriage for a while.

She didn't believe that, in broad daylight, the world was clear, this courtier dared to do something to her in front of all the officials and guards.

Think of this.

Wu Mingkong looked at Fang Xiu, nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Fang Xiu frowned: "Really?"

Wu Mingkong had a solemn expression: "You are not joking."

Fang Xiu squinted at her and said, "Your Majesty also said the same thing last time."

When Wu Mingkong heard this, the image of that day in Yirenju appeared in his mind.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is really word for word.

A blush appeared on her Qingcheng face, she lowered her head, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "I owe you the last time, and I will make it up later."

Fang Xiu looked at the shy face in front of him, his heart throbbed inexplicably, and he was about to say something.

Suddenly there was a loud noise not far away.

Fang Xiu and the Empress turned their heads to look at the same time.

I saw a group of farmers gathering together, holding iron scales, and weighing the dug out sweet potatoes.

Farmers are weighing.

The head of the household department is recording.

When the civil and military officials saw this scene, they all put down their hoes and moved forward.

"I don't know how much this mu of sweet potatoes weighs."

"I remember, Xiang Xiang said that it is fifteen times that of rice."

"Fifteen times should be the most ideal state. My land is barren, and it may not be easy to achieve fifteen times."

"South orange and north trifoliate, this sweet potato can reach [-] times the output overseas, but it is not necessarily the case when I work hard.
In my opinion, if there are three or four times, Fang Xiang is already an inexhaustible contribution to benefit the world, and his name will surely go down in history! "

The person who spoke was Sun Zhengying, Shangshu of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and a core member of the Fang Party.

As soon as this remark came out, all the officials of the non-party party fell silent and stopped talking.

They understand.

These people are laying the groundwork in advance.

In case it is weighed at that time, the yield is not much higher than that of rice.

They could also find a bunch of reasons to prove that Fang Xiang was not exaggerating.

The reason why the output is not high is either the problem of the farmers, or the problem of the land, or it is the problem of climate, fertilization and so on.

All in all, it's definitely not Fang Xiang's problem!

All the officials are like the mirror in their hearts, but they can't say it out, let alone point and make irresponsible remarks.

After all, powerful ministers are in power, and all they can do is to protect themselves wisely.

Don't you see, which one of the people who disobeyed Fang Xiang before will end well?
Even the majestic first-rank Taiwei is still imprisoned in the prison!
For most officials of non-party parties.

Don't stand in line, don't flatter.

It is not only worthy of the sage books they read, but also allows them to be alone.

Why not do it?

After a while.

Feeling excited or apprehensive, the officials came to the farmer's side, scrambling to squeeze forward, wanting to see how much the sweet potato production could be.

Qin Xingyan was old and walked slowly. When he got to the front, there were already a bunch of people gathered in front of him.

Those around the outside either stretched their necks to look in, or took advantage of their youth and squeezed in.

Some people didn't even notice that their shoes were being squeezed out, and kept yelling.

"How much? How much does it weigh?"

Seeing this scene, Qin Xingyan frowned slightly, and scolded: "They are all the pillars of the imperial court, they are noisy and noisy, how decent!"

After all, he was a member of the second rank, with a loud voice and a majestic momentum that immediately shocked all officials.

When many people heard Qin Xingyan's voice, they subconsciously took a few steps back and made way for a path.

Qin Xingyan had a serious expression, snorted coldly, and said, "This is still a bit of a pillar!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Fang Xiu not far away, with a flattering smile on his old face.

"Fang Xiang, there is room for you! Come on!"

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When Baiguan saw this scene, he was completely speechless, and cursed in his heart: I have never seen such a brazen person!
Even Sun Zhengying, Minister of the Ministry of Justice, who was the core of Fang's party, couldn't bear to look directly at him, and silently moved to the side to keep a distance from Qin Xingyan.

Seeing this, Wu Mingkong gritted his teeth with hatred.

She was standing next to Fang Xiu, and Qin Xingyan, an old dog, ignored her directly and flattered Fang Xiu. He was so ruthless and hateful!hateful!

But she also knew it in her heart.

The reason why Qin Xingyan is like this is mainly because Fang Xiu supported him last time when he blamed a deer for a horse!
No matter how flattering Fang Xiu the rest of the officials were, they would not treat the Son of Heaven as nothing like him.

after all.

The idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor still occupies the mainstream.

It's just that she is too young, and she has not been on the throne for a long time, and her power has not yet been consolidated.

and so.

Even if some of the officials were dissatisfied with Xiu, they just dared to be angry and dare not speak out.

she believes.

With the passage of time, one day she will be able to consolidate her position, realize her dream, let Fang Xiu enter the palace, serve her tea and water, beat her back and squeeze her legs!
that's it.

The empress was thinking wildly and walked up to the farmer.

"One stone!"

"Two stones!"

"Three stones!"

Farmers are still weighing.

The master is still recording.

The sweet potatoes that were weighed were thrown aside.

Unweighed sweet potatoes piled together to form a small mound.

The officials looked at the small mound, their eyes widened, their expressions were tense, and they kept muttering:

"Four stones! Five stones! Six stones!"

The recorded numbers are still rising.

The yield per mu of rice has been reached, but the small hill still stands there as if it has not changed.

see this scene.

All the officials held their breath and concentrated, not daring to make another sound.

His eyes turned red, and he stared fixedly at the iron scale in the farmer's hand.

Even the empress beside Fang Xiu's breathing became heavy.

"Ten stones!"

"Eleven stone!"

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(End of this chapter)