The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 225 Potatoes

After careful inspection, Mo Lingtian didn't even recognize what was the layer on the bottom of the tank!
"The concubine is only focused on finding the source of the poison, and has not had time to ask Wei Qing and the relevant people about the specific case in the future."

Grass, patronizing the appetite, but forgetting the business.

But it doesn't matter, this thing is enough.

Mo Lingtian turned his head and looked at Yan Ruoli like a monster: "No matter how I see it, you are not in a hurry."

Where did the energy to kick people in the hall go?
Could it be that you don't intend to protect your younger brother?

Seeing Mo Lingtian's full of doubts, Yan Ruoli sighed helplessly, pointed to the thing at the bottom of the tank and said, "The concubine forgot to investigate the case because she was happy seeing it for a while, and I ask the emperor to forgive me."

"Oh? Is this poison more important than Yan Weiqing?" Mo Lingtian looked at her solemnly, wondering what was in the tank.

Yan Ruoli's eyes lit up, and she reached out to take out one of the things from the bottom of the vat, causing Mo Lingtian's eyes to change, and just as he was about to lift the hands that were beating at his side to beat the thing back into the vat, Yan Ruoli listened Ruoli said with a smile: "This thing is a potato. If it is planted carefully, it can reach an yield of fifteen to twenty stones per mu. It can not only solve the food and clothing of the people, but also gradually fill up the treasury of our Heavenly Holy Kingdom."

"What are you talking about? I didn't understand."

What potato?

What yields fifteen shi per mu?

Didn't this thing eat dead people just now?

How can we solve the problem of food and clothing for the people and the deficit of the national treasury?

Besides, how does this girl know that the treasury of the Heavenly Holy Kingdom is not so full?

A bunch of question marks kept appearing in Mo Lingtian's mind, but his eyes never left Yan Ruoli's figure.

The little girl didn't notice the murderous look in Mo Lingtian's eyes at all.

Feeling free and mixed with excitement, he explained the things in his hands to Mo Lingtian.

"Don't underestimate this little potato. It can be made in ever-changing ways, which will definitely surprise you."

"And this thing doesn't need much water to irrigate, just bury it in the ground casually, and it can grow wantonly."

From dawn to dusk, Yan Ruoli didn't know where she came from so many words, and she could endlessly explain the benefits of potato plants to the ancients.

Mo Lingtian didn't speak from the beginning to the end, just stood there watching Yan Ruoli dancing and dancing, his eyes were full of excitement.

It was as if he had discovered something remarkable.

But in his opinion, it is just a newly discovered food.

"Wait, you just said it also has a name called potato..."

Suddenly interrupted by Mo Lingtian, it took Yan Ruoli a while to understand.

He reached out and patted Mo Lingtian's shoulder and said, "That's right! It's just called Tudou in dialect, but the real scientific name is Tudou."

"In the palace..." Mo Lingtian opened his mouth to say something else.

Yan Ruoli immediately understood what he meant: "The thing in the palace is not called a potato at all, but its real name should be a yam."

"I don't know which earth leopard just named the yam a potato, so that the whole world thought that the yam was a potato." Yan Ruoli expressed his contempt for the ancients, how could he change the name indiscriminately.

Yan Ruoli muttered and slandered, Mo Lingtian, who was scolded as a local leopard, reached out and touched his chin.

"That's what I call it."

Yan Ruoli's nagging voice stopped abruptly, and she turned her head to look at the culprit beside her, with big doubts in her eyes.

It is true that yams grow in the soil, but do you think they look like beans?
Why don't you explain it to me!
As if seeing through the question marks in Yan Ruoli's heart, Mo Lingtian's eyes were a little erratic.

"That happened many years ago, I don't know how to tell you."

ps: The little cuties who are still there raise their hands, continue to support, collectively.

(End of this chapter)