Chapter 346

At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor, who had completely forgotten about the existence of the Imperial Diarist beside him, heard Yue Fuguang mention that sweet potatoes could be eaten raw and tasted quite good. Emperor Mingxi followed her advice. He held a small knife to peel the sweet potato, and once the pinkish-white flesh was revealed, he couldn't help but take a bite.

It was surprisingly sweet and crisp, very delicious.

The ministers craned their necks to look, their eyes full of desire. Some even unconsciously swallowed along with Emperor Mingxi.

Everyone's performance today was completely seen by the inconspicuous minor official in a green robe behind them—the Imperial Diarist. He watched without blinking and recorded every move and every word of the monarch and his subjects without missing a single detail.

Even someone like Yue Fuguang, who cared about her public image, tried her best to avoid this person.

One acre of land was quickly harvested with everyone's concerted efforts. The sweet potatoes were specially cleaned of dirt and piled together. From a distance, it looked like a small red hill.

Bring ​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‍the scales! Emperor Mingxi ordered. A dozen people from the Ministry of Revenue took out the large scales and record books they had prepared in advance, and began to weigh and record methodically.

Everyone's attention was on the yield per acre of the sweet potatoes. They had no mind to pay attention to the corn that Crown Prince Xie Zhiyan and his subordinates carried back trip after trip using the hems of their robes.

Only Yue Fuguang, who didn't care much about the sweet potato yield, quietly gave an order to the Crown Prince, asking him to harvest an acre of corn as well, husk it, and wait to weigh it.

Your Majesty! Eight... eight thousand... two hundred and sixty-six jin!

Eight thousand two hundred and sixty-six jin!

Beloved Subject Dong, what did you say?

Emperor Mingxi's face went blank for a moment. His lips trembled slightly, his hands shook non-stop like a Parkinson's patient, and his voice couldn't help but rise a few pitches.

Although he had anticipated that sweet potatoes would definitely have a high yield, his highest estimate in his heart was only five or six thousand jin at most.

So at this moment, caught off guard by the weight of eight thousand two hundred and sixty-six jin, he felt a bit dizzy, as if all the bones in his body had become lighter.

Your Majesty, this humble subject said, the sweet potato yield per acre is eight thousand two hundred and sixty-six jin!

After getting confirmation again, the monarch and subjects of Great Yan completely fell into ecstasy. Everyone celebrated with each other, and all bowed deeply to Yue Fuguang, who was sitting leisurely under an umbrella drinking tea.

Facing everyone's thanks and bows, Yue Fuguang remained calm on the surface, but she was somewhat disappointed in her heart. The sweet potatoes of Great Yan were strictly selected by the system and blessed by two spiritual rains, yet the yield per acre still didn't break ten thousand jin.

Little Zhu, the soil fertility of Great Yan is still too weak. Even with the irrigation of spiritual rain, the yield actually hasn't surpassed ten thousand jin!

When the commoners plant it, without the blessing of the spiritual rain, and with soil even more barren than the imperial estate, wouldn't the yield be even lower?

It wasn't that Yue Fuguang wanted to pour cold water on the monarch and subjects of Great Yan, but she wanted to remind them not to let one unexpectedly high yield go to their heads, lest they become too harsh on the commoners' crop yields.

Great Yan hadn't taken off yet, so they couldn't afford to get carried away!

Master, do not be disappointed. Having a few thousand jin is good enough for mortals. Haven't you seen that a yield of three hundred jin per acre is already considered top-grade farmland for them?

Emperor Mingxi and his ministers nodded secretly. Yes, yes, even if it were halved, it would still be a high yield they wouldn't even dare to dream of before.

But after Yue Fuguang's words, they calmed down somewhat.

Imperial Father, how about we weigh the corn as well?

After calming down, Xie Zhiyan was the first to react. He still hadn't finished the task with the corn, which was an assignment given by the Junior Preceptor!

Yes, yes, yes, the corn, there's also the corn!

Emperor Mingxi looked toward the green crop fields. On the other side of the fields were the potatoes. Since sweet potatoes had a high yield, potatoes wouldn't be far behind. His Great Yan was truly about to take off!

Just as Emperor Mingxi was hopelessly immersed in the sweet dream of Great Yan taking off, the weighing of the corn was also completed.

Your Majesty, the corn yield per acre is one thousand two hundred and eighty-two jin!

One thousand two hundred and eighty-two jin! Emperor Mingxi nodded repeatedly, saying good several times in a row.

Because the ministers had the gem of the eight-thousand-jin sweet potato yield beforehand, they didn't show signs of excessive joy again, but their excitement was still hard to conceal. Yue Fuguang could even see the few rotten teeth in Elder Lord Wang's mouth.

Corn was different from sweet potatoes and potatoes; it was an existence that could serve as a long-term staple food just like rice, wheat, and millet.

Even at a discount, the yield of this one acre still exceeded two or three acres of Great Yan's upper and middle-grade fields.

The yields of the corn and sweet potatoes quickly spread one after another among the spectating commoners.

According to later records, on that day, from outside the capital city to inside the city, the crying of the common people filled every corner.

It was just that this crying was different from the past. Those were tears of happiness, tears of joy. They were tears of a new life, filled with the immense hope of being able to survive and perhaps even have enough to eat in the future.

At the same time, from that day on, Yue Fuguang's public prestige ranked first in Great Yan with an absolute advantage.

A massive amount of incense offerings surged in continuously from all directions.

System, this is already the fifth energy storage bead. Why do I feel like this incense power is increasing instead of decreasing!

In just half a month, Yue Fuguang had filled five energy storage beads. She asked the system while taking out the sixth one.

Host, after upgrading to level five, my detection range has gone much further. The data shows that your reputation as the Divine Maiden, Junior Preceptor Yue, has already crossed Great Yan and spread to neighboring countries.

Once the reputation of the high-yield fine seeds is confirmed by various countries, even ten more of your energy storage beads won't be enough.

Playing with the bead in her hand, which was filled with incense power and showed brilliant multicolored hues, Yue Fuguang said, That works too. With these backup batteries, when the great drought really comes, relying on them, I can sprinkle rain over the entirety of Great Yan.

Saving people, revealing miracles, and not tiring herself out—it really was the best of all worlds.

This could also be considered another form of taking from the people and using it for the people.

Right, what did you just say, System? Divine Maiden? Is our first secret identity exposed?

Not quite. With the system's restrictions, those people wouldn't be able to speak of it even if they wanted to. It's just a spontaneous title given by the common people.

You have consecutively produced three types of grains with yields over a thousand jin. Even if you don't admit it yourself, they will push you onto the altar and revere you as a Divine Maiden.

Yue Fuguang lay down on the couch, accepting this new title with peace of mind. System, do you think such a reputation could subdue the enemy without fighting in the future!

If fewer people died in wars, wouldn't her task rating be higher? This was tied to points rewards, so she couldn't help but fantasize a bit.

Host, the drought that sweeps across the entire region in the eighth year of Yuankang is the best stage prepared for us.

Perform well, and your name as the Divine Maiden will surely resound throughout the borders of the six nations. The system felt that its host was daydreaming again, so it let her fantasize for a while longer.

Dreams, after all—how many of them can actually be realized?

Yue Fuguang didn't know the system's hidden thoughts and nodded in agreement, feeling that what the system said made sense. Although Great Yan was not small, with the incense power of the energy storage beads to back her up, she had nothing to worry about.

What if, when the time came, hundreds responded to her single call, and people really started an uprising, turning their blades inward!

During this half a month, only around Yue Fuguang was the time quiet and good, presenting a peaceful scene.

Meanwhile, in the imperial court and among the people of Great Yan, incidents occurred one after another.