Chapter 72

"This is a deep mountain isolated from the world, and I arrived there by chance."

"When I left, the villagers there gave me these sweet potatoes and potatoes."

"When I wanted to find that small village again, I found that I couldn't find it no matter what."

"I only brought out these foods, and some other things."

"However, Father Emperor, how do you feel about these sweet potatoes and potatoes? Is the taste okay?"

Ying Zheng heard Ying Ying Zi Ye's words and was somewhat curious about the small village in the deep mountains.

There was actually such a mysterious village, but it's a pity it couldn't be found.

"These sweet potatoes and potatoes are delicious! They can also satisfy hunger; if the yield is good, they can replace grain!"

"However, I don't know if these two things can be planted? What is the yield per mu?"

Ying Zheng asked the answer he most wanted to know in his heart.

This thing is so delicious, the yield is probably not very high.

This couldn't help but make him feel a little disappointed.

Ying Ying Zi Ye smiled faintly: "The yield per mu of these two things is okay."

"The yield per mu of sweet potatoes is about seven thousand jin."

As soon as Ying Ying Zi Ye finished speaking, he heard a clatter of someone falling to the ground.

He saw General Zhang Han sitting unsteadily and falling to the ground.

He was still holding half a sweet potato in his hand and was staring at Ying Ying Zi Ye in a daze.

Immediately followed by a fit of coughing, General Zhang Han's face was flushed red.

It looked like he was choked by the sweet potato.

Ying Ying Zi Ye hurriedly helped General Zhang Han up.

He handed him a cup of tea.

"General Zhang Han, what are you doing?"

General Zhang Han took the teacup and drank it in one gulp, only then did he catch his breath.

"I'm fine, I just got choked."

"It's good that you're fine." Ying Ying Zi Ye sat back down cross-legged.

But he glanced at Brother Zheng, who was also looking at him with an incredible expression.

"Father Emperor, what's wrong with you?"

Ying Zheng smacked his lips: "You said the yield per mu of sweet potatoes can reach seven thousand jin?"

Ying Ying Zi Ye: "Yes, what's wrong?"

General Zhang Han's throat rolled, and he swallowed his saliva.

"Ninth Young Master, do you have any misunderstanding about a mu?"

"Seven thousand jin per mu! That's seven thousand jin! Did this old minister hear it wrong?"

Ying Ying Zi Ye realized, so that's what it was.

No wonder General Zhang Han fell down at this time.

"General Zhang, be calm, the fact is just like that."

"There is no misunderstanding about a mu; one mu is about seven thousand jin!"

Ying Ying Zi Ye said very confidently.

He also understood why these two had such a performance.

They were obviously shocked by the yield per mu of this sweet potato.

Great Qin's wheat and millet yield per mu is at most three hundred jin!

The reason is very simple; Great Qin's current farming and ability are really too poor.

Digging a hole in the ground and scattering some seeds, weeding when there is time.

Those in better situations will use oxen to plow the land, but the soil is plowed too shallow.

If they encounter a severe drought or heavy rain, they might not harvest anything.

There is also no fertilizer, and they only burn the stalks after the harvest, which is considered fertilizing for the coming year.

It would be strange if the yield per mu could be high.

This is also the reason why General Zhang Han and Brother Zheng were shocked.

"You didn't hear it wrong; if the soil is good, the yield per mu can be even more, and even with average soil, the yield per mu can be about seven thousand jin."

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, his face full of excitement.

Hearing that the yield per mu of this sweet potato was so high, he thought of many things for a moment.

After calming down for a while, he suppressed this excitement in his heart and looked at the potato on the side.

"Then what about this potato? What is the yield per mu?"

"This one, this one is even better than the sweet potato."

"The yield per mu of potatoes is about eight thousand jin, and with better soil, the yield per mu can reach over ten thousand jin!"