I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

Ying Zheng looked at those rustic-looking tubers, his eyes shining brighter than when he saw gold.

Is this the potato that yields 30 shi per mu?

Is this the potato that can feed the people of Qin?

He squatted down and personally dug out a few potatoes from the soil, holding them in his hands and examining them over and over, as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

It is indeed a rare treasure.

In this world, nothing is more precious than food.

Gold and silver jewelry cannot be eaten, drunk, or used to feed people. Potatoes, however, can.

The discovery of sweet potatoes also went smoothly.

In a sandy area, Qin Tian found a large patch of wild sweet potatoes.

The sweet potato vines covered the ground, their leaves lush and green, looking vibrant and full of life.

Qin Tian followed the vines to the root, and with a gentle dig using his Yuan Power, a large bunch of sweet potatoes was pulled out of the soil. There were more than a dozen of them, the largest of which was as thick as an adult's arm, and the smallest was the size of a fist.

Ying Zheng took a sweet potato, scraped off a small piece of skin with his fingernail to reveal the orange-yellow flesh inside, and a sweet aroma wafted out.

He took a small bite; it was crisp and sweet, even sweeter than corn.

"It's delicious," Ying Zheng said.

A little sweet potato juice smeared on the corner of his mouth, but he was oblivious, his eyes fixed on the sweet potato in his hand that he had taken a bite out of.

This is a gift from Heaven to the Qin Dynasty.

It was not given to the Americas, but to the Roman Empire.

God placed these good things in America, but they are only temporarily stored here.

Now, he's come to collect it.

Qin Tian found an open space and ordered his soldiers to gather some dry firewood.

The eight soldiers quickly gathered a large pile of dry firewood from the surrounding woods, stacked it on the open ground, and lit it with fire starters. The flames licked the dry firewood, crackling and popping, and the firelight illuminated everyone's faces.

Qin Tian threw several sweet potatoes and potatoes directly into the fire and covered them with hot ashes.

Then, peel the husks off several corn cobs, pierce the cob with a thin wooden stick, and roast them slowly over the fire.

"It'll be ready in a bit." Qin Tian patted the ash off his hands and found a rock by the fire to sit down.

Ying Zheng never sat on a stone.

But at this moment, looking at Qin Tian sitting on the rock, he hesitated for less than a second before sitting down on a rock next to Qin Tian.

Meng Yi's eyelid twitched, and the eyelids of the eight soldiers also twitched.

But no one said, "Your Majesty, how can you sit on a stone?"

So much has happened today that their nerves have become incredibly thickened, and they are no longer surprised by anything.

His Majesty is already sitting on a stone, what else can they say?

The firewood in the bonfire crackled and popped.

"Grand Preceptor, what did you eat during your years in Qin?" Ying Zheng suddenly asked.

His gaze fell on the leaping flames, the firelight dancing in his eyes.

"Wild vegetables, wild fruits, fish, rabbit," Qin Tian said helplessly. "No salt, no oil, just roast them and eat them raw, they taste awful."

Ying Zheng fell silent. He wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat.

"But things are better now." Qin Tian turned to look at Ying Zheng. The firelight illuminated his young face, making his features exceptionally clear. "Following Brother Zheng, we won't have to eat saltless and oilless wild vegetables anymore, right?"

Ying Zheng's lips curved slightly.

"Rest assured, Imperial Advisor, my personal chefs are at your disposal."

"Then I want roasted sweet potatoes, roasted corn, and roasted potatoes," Qin Tian counted on his fingers, "and also stir-fried pork with chili peppers, cumin lamb, chicken stewed with pepper, and wine brewed with cinnamon..."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly as he listened to a series of dish names he had never heard before, then relaxed.

He didn't understand, but he remembered.

He would get whatever the Imperial Advisor wanted to eat.

This was his promise to the imperial advisor, and also his promise to himself.

"That's about it." Qin Tian suddenly stood up, walked to the fire, and used a stick to pull the sweet potatoes and potatoes out of the fire.

The sweet potatoes and potatoes were roasted in the fire until their skins were charred black and cracked open, revealing the golden, steaming flesh inside.

A sweet aroma wafted out from the crack, instantly filling the entire open space.

Qin Tian handed a roasted sweet potato to Ying Zheng, another to Meng Yi, and then set out a few more for the soldiers to take themselves.

He picked up a potato, tossed it in his hand a couple of times, blew off the dust, broke it in half, gave one half to a soldier next to him, and took a bite of the other half himself.

Ying Zheng held the roasted sweet potato, which was so hot that he kept fidgeting with it, but he couldn't bear to put it down.

The sweet aroma wafted into his nostrils, causing his stomach to rumble.

He imitated Qin Tian, ​​blowing off the dust, and peeled off the skin of the sweet potato to reveal the golden, soft, and glutinous flesh inside.

He took a bite.

soft.

Glutinous rice.

sweet.

The warm fruit melts in your mouth, filling it with a sweet flavor that slides down your throat, spreading warmth from your stomach to every part of your body.

He felt every taste bud in his body cheering, and every cell singing.

good to eat.

too delicious.

It tasted better than anything he had ever eaten.

This sweet potato, this potato, this corn, yields thirty bushels per mu, enough to feed millions of Qin people, to keep Ying Zheng's subjects from going hungry, and to ensure that the Qin dynasty's rule will last for thousands of generations.

"Delicious." Ying Zheng took another big bite, hissing as it was so hot that he gasped for breath, but he never stopped chewing.

Meng Yi stood to the side, holding half a potato in his hand, his face covered in mashed potato.

He was a high-ranking official, a senior minister of the court. He ate exquisite dishes prepared by the imperial chefs, used bronze and lacquerware, and sat on brocade cushions and felt carpets.

But at this moment, he squatted beside the fire, holding a charred roasted potato in his hand, and ate it with more relish than ever before.

Needless to say, there were eight soldiers as well.

They squatted in a circle around the fire, each holding a sweet potato, potato, or corn in their hands. Their hands and faces were covered in food, their mouths were stuffed full, their cheeks bulging like frogs, and they kept stuffing more into their mouths.

One of the soldiers was eating when he suddenly burst into tears.

Tears slid down his cheeks and chin, dripping onto the roasted sweet potato in his hand.

No one asked him why he was crying.

Everyone knows why.

This stuff yields thirty shi per mu.

This thing can feed their parents.

It can keep their brothers and sisters from going hungry.

This way, they wouldn't have to worry about whether they had enough food at home while they were fighting on the front lines.

Qin Tian broke a roasted corn into two pieces, handing one piece to Ying Zheng and keeping the other for himself.

The corn kernels are roasted until slightly golden brown, the surface moisture evaporates, and the sugar is concentrated, making them fragrant, sweet, and crunchy. They're so delicious, and your mouth is filled with the taste of sunshine.

Ying Zheng ate a bite of roasted corn, then a bite of roasted sweet potato, then a bite of roasted potato, enjoying his meal immensely.

My Lord.

They all belong to me.

These grains are a gift from Heaven to the Qin Dynasty.

I will take them back and plant them on the land of Qin, so that the people of Qin can have enough to eat, the army of Qin can have enough to eat, and the Qin dynasty can stand forever.