I deliver food to Wanjie

Chapter 375 391 Daqin 17
Are you kidding? It’s okay to include everything in the map, but it doesn’t mean that just any cat or dog can be included.

"I understand what you mean." Although Qin Shihuang was not used to hearing this respectful title, he was not very old now, and it was indeed difficult for him to be called an ancestor by others. But since the other party was Yun Tu Tu, all these could be forgiven.

“Don’t worry. I won’t want the people above them. Once we conquer that island, all the people there will be branded with tattoos and enslaved, and their descendants will all mine for me there.” He, Zhao Zheng, was not a great saint. Although the Qin Emperor died in the second generation in history, the people of later generations were also the descendants of his people, and were equivalent to his descendants.

A tiny island nation actually dared to invade this land and killed so many descendants. Although he couldn't find the culprit for this debt, their ancestors wouldn't be able to escape easily.

It is impossible to just kill them directly. His Great Qin is short of people, people who can do the work. People are more useful than cattle and horses.

As for Xu Fu, no matter whether he really ran to the pirate island in the future, he still had to bear this debt. However, Xu Fu had not shown up yet, so he could wait.

This time, don't even think about using those so-called elixirs to deceive me. As long as he dares to appear in front of me, I guarantee that he will never come back.

"Then your majesty must explain clearly that even if they are your descendants, do not be lenient to these people."

Yun Tutu was really a little worried. After all, those weird emperors in history would not appear again, but who knew if there would be even more weird emperors after the Qin Dynasty?

Don't let there be a general amnesty at that time, or let some sour Confucian scholars control the court again, and create some weird world harmony. Wouldn't that give the other side a chance to revive?
Qin Shi Huang pondered for a moment before saying, "That makes sense. I will issue another decree. The day I die will be the day for the genocide of this race."

He has already suffered too much criticism, not even this little bit.

Yun Tutu bowed deeply, "Your Majesty, that's not the case. I heard that there are several ways to deal with this eunuch?"

Wu Haojun really wanted to cover her mouth. This was something a girl should say, and if anyone should say it, he should be the one to say it.

Qin Shi Huang had a strange look on his face, "You are so young, yet you know a lot.

I understand what you mean, and I will see to it."

This should be the first time he was in an embarrassing situation since he became emperor. He actually talked about the method of castration with a little girl in public.

Looking at Wu Haojun and the others, he found that they also looked stunned, so he gave up the idea of ​​blaming them.

However, the descendants of later generations are really bold. I don’t know how they were educated in normal times, but they have no taboos at all when talking about some private matters.

When Wu Haojun saw the look in the First Emperor's eyes, he quickly turned his face away. Not to mention the emperor, even he felt a little uncomfortable.

Yun Tutu pouted and really wanted to say something pretentious: Why didn’t you think about this problem when you were castrated?

It was really impossible to continue the conversation that day as I happened to see a few soldiers carrying a large stove in, so I walked over to join in on the fun.

Qin Shi Huang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his own princess was not like this. Otherwise, he should put the matter of enthroning the princess on hold and just reward her with more treasures first.

Looking at this row of large stoves, I asked and found out that a few pots of sweet potatoes would be cooked here today so that everyone could taste this high-yield crop.

Sure enough, when they saw these pots and stoves coming in, the ministers had something new to talk about.

Everyone is discussing, I wonder how the sweet potato will produce and what it tastes like?
Some people even say that even if the taste is a little bit bad and hard to swallow, it is still a good thing as long as it can fill the stomach and prevent people from going hungry.

The people around heard this and didn't think there was anything wrong with this statement. It really doesn't matter whether the food tastes good or not. The most important thing is to stay alive.

The cooks picked some freshly dug sweet potatoes, especially those with bruises, as their first choice. Of course, they were also weighed before putting them in the pot, after all, they had to count the number.

Simply wash it and put it directly into the pot, add water and start stewing. It is so simple and crude. There are many ways to eat sweet potatoes. At this time, this is undoubtedly the most suitable.

With everyone's hard work and sweat, the land designated by the emperor was quickly cleared.

Seeing the mountains of harvest in just a few acres of land, no one knew what to say. They just watched the soldiers weighing the food and staring at the numbers, fearing that they had registered them incorrectly.

Qin Shihuang sat aside with full confidence, chatting with Wu Haojun and the others.

As expected, these two are more reliable in what they say, but they just don’t say anything pleasant to the ear.

This official appearance is even worse than that of his ministers.

As the fragrance of sweet potatoes wafts out, many people can't help but lick their lips. This taste should not be too difficult to swallow.

Fusu was standing next to Yuntutu, and he also kept staring at the big pots.

"In fact, if the sweet potatoes are harvested for a few days, they will taste even sweeter.

But there will be some loss in weight, after all, some water will be deducted.”

Yuntutu saw that Baijia was considerate enough to mark the weight of each basket of sweet potatoes and quickly reminded Fusu.

Don't let the shortage of weight cause some innocent people to suffer injustice.

Fusu, "Thank you Miss Yun for reminding us. We will use various methods to store them and strive to plant them in all of Qiandu next year. As for the weight, the Ministry of Agriculture will also keep records every day."

After all, this is the first time planting, so I will definitely put in a lot of effort.

The statistical results came out quickly. A total of five acres of land were dug. One stone of Daqin sweet potatoes is equal to 120 kilograms. The total weight of the sweet potatoes now weighs more than 50 kilograms, which means the yield per mu is stones, or more than kilograms.

Everyone was stunned. Everyone here knew about people's livelihood. Even if one worked diligently and could get a harvest of three stones per acre of land, he would be considered an expert in farming.

Now there are 50 stones per acre of land?
Even if it is dried, it is still a considerable amount of money.

There was an uproar at the scene. Everyone gathered together and counted on their fingers, unable to believe that the number was like this.

Although Qin Shihuang was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but clench his palms. The transformation of his Great Qin was coming.

This is just one of the high-yield crops, there are others, and this land will no longer suffer from hunger.

By the way, there is also the warm cotton. Now that the problem of food and clothing has been solved, what reason is there in the world to rebel against Qin?

As for the remnants of the six countries, it's time to deal with them. Now he has to devote himself to the development of the country, so he should not keep those little fleas.

Wu Haojun, who was always paying attention to Qin Shihuang, felt a chill on his back. When he saw the murderous intent in the eyes of the First Emperor, he sighed secretly. How could an emperor be kind?

The sweetness of sweet potatoes quickly conquered everyone. This high-yield and delicious food aroused everyone's emotions. Everyone was so eager to flatter the First Emperor.

Yun Tutu sighed in her heart, thinking that if she could have come here a few years earlier, she wouldn't have to worry about those classical Chinese texts.