Chapter 344

Yue Fuguang looked at the size of the sweet potatoes and estimated their weight.

As the surrounding people were already getting excited, she shook her head in dissatisfaction, silently picked up the shovel, and dug a few more times into the soil.

Her actions were naturally seen by the excited crowd who had been constantly paying attention to the situation here. After calculating the weight of the eight or nine sweet potatoes from this single vine, those with experience had already begun estimating the yield per acre.

If every vine yielded eight or nine of them, regardless of size, a rough calculation meant that an acre of sweet potatoes could yield at least five or six thousand jin, maybe even seven thousand jin. The yield of these sweet potatoes was even higher than that of potatoes!

Whether it was due to excitement or something else, Yue Fuguang realized that aside from the sound of sharp intakes of breath, not a single person made a sound.

Even as Wang Shouchen, Ling Yinghua, and the others shed tears of excitement, they did so silently. This ocean of excitement was a silent pantomime.

Yue Fuguang swept her peripheral vision over the crowd. Some officials were trembling with excitement like Parkinson's patients, while others looked as though their eyes were about to roll back in their heads.

At this moment, they simultaneously watched the Junior Preceptor digging into the earth again. Aside from the different clothing... how familiar was this scene?

Dead memories were awakened. Those who were trembling trembled even more, and those shedding tears wept more fiercely. Only those on the verge of passing out relied on their sheer willpower, pinching their thighs hard to keep themselves from fainting on the spot.

They kept coaxing themselves inwardly: they could not faint. Missing this moment of witnessing history would surely be a lifelong regret.

What is more... the crowd tightly gripped the military shovels in their hands, using them to support their tottering bodies. What is more, they would have to take the field themselves later—they absolutely could not miss it!

Facing hundreds, even thousands of eyes, Yue Fuguang did not panic at all. This was mainly because she had an enigmatic confidence in the products of the System and the efficacy of the spiritual rainwater.

Just now, when she started digging the sweet potatoes, she was slacking off and just going through the motions, but now she was using her true strength.

After a few shovelfuls, a small pit was dug in the ridge of the field. Just like the last time she dug potatoes, this time the harvest was also abundant.

After a bout of professional digging by Yue Fuguang, five sweet potatoes of varying sizes lay in the black soil.

Ho, ho!

Someone unconsciously let out a hoarse gasping sound. The crowd stared at the newly dug sweet potatoes with different postures and expressions, their faces flushed red, not uttering a single word.

"Weigh them!" It was Emperor Mingxi who recovered his senses first. A single command to weigh them broke the silence and awakened the crowd that had fallen into a stupor.

Wang Shouchen, who was originally responsible for weighing, stared at the small pile of sweet potatoes on the ground. He had slumped to the earth and was completely unable to stand up.

Seeing this, the young and strong Wei Ping, Feng Tang, and a few others quickly stepped forward, picked up the scale, and began weighing.

Yue Fuguang thought to herself: I thought you guys would help the old lord up, but I didn't expect you to just grab the work for yourselves!

Although both of their hands were shaking, and the sweat on their palms got mixed with a bit of mud when grabbing the sweet potatoes, the two of them worked together and finally managed to place the dozen or so sweet potatoes onto the scale pan.

Old Lord Wang Shouchen reached out a desperate hand, desperately wanting to shout: Put down those sweet potatoes and let this old man do it!

This was originally my job! Will no one speak up for this old man? Screaming groundhog image.

Unfortunately, his strength failed him. The more anxious he got, the more he just let out hoarse gasps, the only difference being that they were slightly louder.

However, among everyone present, other than Yue Fuguang, no one paid attention to his burning anxiety.

The crowd's eyes followed the sliding weight back and forth to find the exact mark, moving up and down to determine the weight.

Yue Fuguang glanced at the crowd, who were staring with bloodshot eyes and looking utterly obsessed. She wondered if they would be able to hold up later—what if a few of them actually fainted?

What a sin, what a sin!

Although she cried "sin" in her heart, Yue Fuguang was actually quite looking forward to seeing exactly how many would faint at once. She was truly very curious!

The crowd was also very curious, only their curiosity was not on the same wavelength as Yue Fuguang's.

"Sixteen jin and eight taels!"

"Sixteen jin and eight taels..."

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The echo of Feng Tang's voice still lingered, yet the field once again fell into a terrifying silence.

Wang Shouchen only felt a buzz in his brain. The entire world turned a dark, ashen gray; only the sweet potatoes on the scale pan remained a vibrant red, perhaps even redder than before.

He was not the only one who fell backward to the ground. If Emperor Mingxi had not been caught by the Crown Prince's quick reflexes, he too would have followed the crowd and slumped onto the dirt.

Yue Fuguang's eyes darted around as she silently began to count heads!

Beside her, Emperor Mingxi had tightly gripped the hand the Crown Prince was using to support him. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the sweet potato field and said, "Eldest son, did I hear that wrong? Was it sixteen jin and eight taels?"

Xie Zhiyan, also terrified that his old man might pass out, hurriedly nodded and repeatedly agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, Imperial Father, you did not hear wrong. Lord Wei and the others weighed it at exactly sixteen jin and eight taels!"

The father and son were now supporting each other, both feeling the rapid thumping of each other's hearts and their trembling hands.

Emperor Mingxi's eyes went blank for a moment before he suddenly shouted, as if experiencing a sudden burst of terminal lucidity, "Crown Prince, Crown Prince... Great Yan... is saved! It is saved!"

Hearing these words, tears instantly streamed down Xie Zhiyan's face. He nodded desperately, "Imperial Father is right, Great Yan... is saved!"

Although Yue Fuguang had brought out various technologies and seeds prior to this, and because of her inner voice, the entire Great Yan dynasty had already avoided many people and events that would have led to its gradual downfall.

But because of natural disasters, and because of the endless spies and traitors that could never be fully rooted out, in truth, from the sovereign down to the ministers, Great Yan had always kept its heart in its throat.

Although they occasionally got a little carried away in the face of various achievements, not once had they felt as certain as they did upon seeing these sweet potatoes: Great Yan was saved!

As long as the vast majority of the common people had full bellies and did not revolt, even if Great Yan faced the schemes of several nations and domestic crises, they would always find a way to stabilize the situation.

"We kowtow and thank the Heavens for its mercy!"

"We bow and thank the Junior Preceptor for her mercy!"

"We kowtow and thank the Heavens for its mercy!"

"We bow and thank the Junior Preceptor for her mercy!"

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The continuous shouts and commotion from the civil and military officials naturally attracted the attention of the observing commoners in the distance. From afar, they could see the Emperor and the lords digging the earth.

They were so nervous and excited that they did not dare to breathe too loudly. Even the young children in the women's arms and the mischievous boys riding on their fathers' shoulders were uncharacteristically quiet and well-behaved at this moment.

The commoners had been waiting quietly for quite a while. Why were the Emperor and those high officials either standing still or lying down, just not moving at all!

If they had known that digging the earth was so strenuous for the Emperor and the lords, they should have just let them do it!

They dealt with the land all year round and had plenty of strength.

In the crowd, a few people looked at the commoners craning their necks to see forward. Among them, a tall, skinny young man spoke in a moderate voice, "Big brother, do you think maybe the crops in the field did not grow well, so the Emperor and the lords..."

He did not finish his sentence, but his unspoken words provoked endless speculation.

Some people were swayed upon hearing his words, but the vast majority did not quite believe it. An elderly farmer looked at this beardless young man who spoke so carelessly and uttered inauspicious words right off the bat. He could not help but scold him, "What do you young people know! I have been dealing with the land for decades.

Just by looking at the seedlings, I know the harvest in the field cannot go wrong."