Chapter 782

How could such big harvest news not be on the headline?

This matter was finished.

Time was also approaching dusk.

After working for nearly a whole day,

all matters were finally finished.

"Your Majesty, the yield per mu has come out."

Wang Ben and others came to Ying Zheng with a notebook.

They had calculated a figure.

"How is the yield per mu?"

Ying Zheng turned his head and looked at Wang Ben.

He wanted to see what the rice yield per mu was.

"It's a bit worse than sweet potatoes and potatoes, but it's enough to beat all of Great Qin's crops."

"The rice yield per mu is five thousand jin!"

Wang Ben reported a number.

He was very satisfied with this yield per mu figure.

"It actually has a yield per mu of five thousand jin, quite good."

"This golden yellow expanse is quite beautiful."

Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction; although this quantity was not as much as sweet potatoes and potatoes,

it was also very good.

You know, Great Qin's wheat and millet yield... sigh, better not mention it.

One was heaven and one was earth, incomparable.

"Only five thousand jin?"

Ying Ying Zi Ye frowned.

The yield per mu didn't break ten thousand jin?

Super hybrid rice, easy to survive.

And that's it?

Can't even reach the yield per mu of sweet potatoes and potatoes?

"Prince, isn't that enough?"

"It's already five thousand jin per mu."

"Although it doesn't have as much yield as sweet potatoes and potatoes,"

"but those are buried in the ground, so it's normal to absorb more nutrients."

"This rice grows in mid-air, so it should be normal for the yield per mu to be less, right?"

"Besides, this yield per mu already beats all of Great Qin's crops."

Wang Ben and others didn't think this yield per mu was low.

They were already very satisfied with this five thousand jin yield per mu.

Ying Zheng also looked at Ying Ying Zi Ye with some surprise.

This kid actually thought it was low.

It is less compared to sweet potatoes and potatoes.

But compared to Great Qin's previous crops, it is really not low.

Ying Ying Zi Ye frowned slightly, and there was no movement in his mind even when he called for the manifestation of national fortune.

Before, it was said that this super hybrid rice could yield ten thousand jin per mu, be easy to survive, and have two harvests a year.

But this yield per mu seemed somewhat inconsistent with the reality.

It was half less than the ten thousand jin yield per mu.

And what Wang Ben said was completely fallacious.

What kind of messy stuff about being buried underground and on the ground.

This yield per mu has nothing to do with the ground or underground, okay.

"Could it be that this rice is easy to survive but picky about the land?"

"After all, this is the north, so being picky about the land might be somewhat justifiable."

"Could it be that it needs to be planted in the south to yield ten thousand jin per mu?"

Ying Ying Zi Ye muttered to himself.

His brows also slowly relaxed.

It should be like this.

"What are you muttering about?"

Ying Zheng and others saw this scene.

They were all a bit confused.

"Father, this yield per mu capacity is too low."

Ying Ying Zi Ye answered truthfully; five thousand jin per mu was really too low.

"Just this?"

"And you are sad because of this?"

Everyone present was speechless.

In their eyes, this five thousand jin yield per mu was already a lot.

Don't always compare it with sweet potatoes and potatoes.

Compared with the rest of Great Qin's crops, it is already the ceiling.

Ying Ying Zi Ye gave a bitter smile; how else could he explain it?

This was the answer given to him by the manifestation of national fortune, ten thousand jin per mu.

But now there was only half the quantity.

But now he had figured it out; it should be a problem of land and climate.

After figuring out where the problem was, Ying Ying Zi Ye relaxed his brows.

"Father, this rice was originally ten thousand jin per mu."

"Now the yield per mu is only five thousand jin, cut in half directly."

Ying Ying Zi Ye couldn't explain too much, he could only say that the rice was originally ten thousand jin per mu.

Now it was cut in half directly.

Ying Zheng and others heard this and finally understood.

So that's how it was.

Wang Ben, Li Xin, and others heard this, and immediately felt cold behind their backs.

This wouldn't be because of their planting or guarding that caused the yield per mu to be cut in half, right?

If this were the case, then their crime would be great.

If His Majesty blamed them because of this,

then they would really be unable to escape the blame.

But they all did it according to the Prince's instructions.

It shouldn't be a problem, right?

Thinking of this, Wang Ben and others trembled.

"Then do you know which link went wrong?"

"Could it be that the planting went wrong?"

Ying Zheng's eyes widened, and he looked directly at Wang Ben, Li Xin, and others.

If the rice yield per mu was only five thousand, there would be no problem.

But if there was originally a yield of ten thousand, and a problem occurred, the yield per mu was cut in half directly.

Then this is a huge problem.

Must investigate strictly!

Wang Ben and more than a dozen others were trembled by the First Emperor's stare. ===== CHAPTER 784 =====