Chapter 79

After moving several cabbages, they got the hang of it, and only then did they stop dropping leaves.

Qin Bi wanted to hold Rong Yang, but Rong Yang reached out to Rong Juan, so Rong Juan picked the child up. Everyone stared at the scale. When the one fen of land was finished being weighed, everyone looked at each other in shock.

"Eh?" Someone was puzzled.

"The scale is wrong," an advisor said.

"The scale isn't wrong!" The guard had weighed it seriously. He turned his head to stare at the weight recorded by the advisor and choked: "Good heavens, 1,500 jin? The scale is wrong, the scale is wrong. Over 1,000 jin for one fen of land? Who are you trying to scare?"

Indeed, who were they trying to scare?

Even the first advisor, Lin Yao, felt something was wrong. Either the scale was wrong, or the person recording the weight had made a mistake. Rong Juan naturally didn't believe that one fen of land could produce so many vegetables either.

The Chinese cabbage grew well, but a yield of 15,000 jin per mu was simply absurd.

Qin Bi looked at the weight with an expressionless face. It was currently winter, and although it was only the first month of winter, it was very cold. Rong Juan wrapped Qin Bi in a large cloak, and the little Imperial Prince had already run over to the guard who was weighing the vegetables.

If his father the Emperor tested him later and the result was a yield of 15,000 jin per mu, his father would definitely whip him.

"Weigh it again," the first advisor, Lin Yao, said.

Yan Huwei pointed his chin at the guard: "Weigh it."

The imperial guards crowded over, the guards moved the cabbage, and the advisors counted. Everyone got busy again. The Chinese cabbage had already been weighed once; if they messed with it again, the leaves would shatter.

The burly men were extremely careful. They weighed them one by one and moved them down.

After finishing the weighing, everyone was dumbfounded.

Rong Juan took the tally sheet and looked at it: "Weigh it again."

Lin Yao also felt he had to personally watch the weighing. What were these people doing? How could the yield of one fen of land still be over 1,000 jin? Didn't they know this number was unreliable?

Even if they weren't spirit vegetables, a yield of 15,000 jin per mu was quite frightening, wasn't it?

The advisors were all stunned. They had spent their whole lives playing mind games, so how frightening was it to suddenly become unable to count? And to be spouting such nonsense? The guards were even more dumbfounded, and the imperial guards were all confused, stooping down to move the cabbage.

Lin Yao went over to personally watch the weighing.

This time the guards were smarter; they didn't dare move the cabbage. These vegetables grew so crisply that if their hands were too heavy, leaves would fall off. They had already weighed it twice; it would be a miracle if leaves didn't fall off after a third weighing.

The imperial guards moved the cabbage. After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the weighing was finished.

Lin Yao stared blankly at the paper and said: "Heir Apparent, it's just a little bit short of 1,500 jin. It's probably because a few broken leaves fell off. This, this... the Chinese cabbage yield is 15,000 jin per mu."

Lin Yao felt incredibly guilty, worried that he had recorded it wrong.

1,500 jin for one fen of land? How frightening!

There were gasps all around. This was simply too absurd.

The little Imperial Prince and Rong Yang, the two children, had their eyes wide open. Rong Juan was silent. He had been reborn several times, and he had seen disciples from cultivation sects who were good at planting. They had spent their whole lives planting spirit fields and had never seen a yield of 15,000 jin.

"Heir Apparent..." the advisor thought it was too ridiculous, but he swallowed the words and said: "Let's weigh it one more time."

They couldn't not weigh it again. With this weight, who could sleep at night? It was incredibly distressing.

Everyone was suspicious, but they didn't mind the trouble. Weighing it again was fine; it was better than fooling themselves with a weight of 15,000 jin. Rong Juan was just about to nod when he was stopped by Qin Bi.

"Don't weigh it anymore." Qin Bi bypassed the cabbage that had already been weighed and pointed to the vegetables next to it: "Weigh these Chinese cabbages. This is from two fen of land. Weighing it once will give the same result; they all came from the same plot of land."

Before transmigrating, Qin Bi had grown Chinese cabbage. She was very young then, and in the best year, the Chinese cabbage yield was exactly this weight. That winter, their family's half-mu of cabbage piled up in the courtyard.

They couldn't even sell it all; the harvest was delightful.

This fictional cultivation world had dry soil, so producing so much all of a sudden was indeed absurd. But Qin Bi was only surprised for a moment before becoming calm. This was the number; there was nothing wrong with it.

Rong Juan glanced at Lin Yao, and Lin Yao understood. The next weighing was even more careful.

This time, the guards and imperial guards really didn't need to move the cabbage. The advisors moved the cabbage while the guards and imperial guards stood awkwardly to the side. The advisors now had a rough idea of the yield, and their regard for the cabbage was immediately elevated.

They moved one cabbage with extreme caution, studying how to place it so it wouldn't roll. They looked left and right, and it took a long time of effort before they went to move another cabbage.

Qin Bi had a quick temper and was getting annoyed watching from the side. By the time the remaining two fen of cabbage were weighed, it was already evening, and it was still 1,500 jin per mu. This excited everyone to no end.

Especially the advisors; they moved the cabbage to load the carts one by one, handling them with extreme care, treasuring them immensely.

The three fen of Chinese cabbage were loaded into several carts and entered the teleportation array. The group returned to the Rong Prince Manor. Qin Bi took charge: "Leave one cart of Chinese cabbage for the manor to eat, send one cart to the Marquis Qin Yan Manor, and take the other two carts to the busy market to sell."

Upon hearing this, the little Imperial Prince's eyes lit up, and he dismissed the imperial guards.

Naturally, Rong Yang's things should be sold by Rong Yang. The guards and imperial guards followed. The child was dressed warmly, holding a small hand warmer, and sat in a carriage following the vegetable carts to the busy market.

The Minister of War received the little Imperial Prince's message and rushed to the busy market in a hurry.

Just as Rong Yang got off the carriage, the Minister of War said: "Little Heir Apparent, how are you selling the cabbage?"

"Ten low-grade beast crystals per jin," Rong Yang replied in a milky voice.

The Minister of War touched the cabbage, and the outer leaves broke off. The Minister of War was stunned. He broke off a piece of clean leaf and chewed it in his mouth, feeling a trace of spiritual energy, and was surprised.

Ten low-grade crystals per jin was not expensive; the spirit vegetable street sold them for twenty crystals per jin.

"I'll buy both these carts," the Minister of War said with a wave of his hand.

When the guards heard this, they weighed it. Rong Yang immediately earned 10,000 low-grade beast crystals. The Minister of War's hand trembled as he took out his storage bag; good heavens, two carts were so heavy.

But these vegetables were good, so the Minister of War gave the storage bag to Rong Yang.

Rong Yang took it, and the little Imperial Prince leaned in: "Little brother, can you spare my maternal grandfather a Chinese cabbage? Give him two Chinese cabbages, and the storage bag is yours."

Rong Yang was in a great mood and gave the little Imperial Prince face, speaking to the Minister of War: "You come with me to my house, and I'll spare you two Chinese cabbages. Did you give me the storage bag?"

The Minister of War nodded: "I gave it to you."

That was that. The little Heir Apparent had just arrived and the vegetables were already sold, so he got back in the carriage and returned.

After hearing about it, the Minister of Revenue ran to the busy market but arrived too late. The Minister of Revenue took a detour to the Minister of War's manor, took one spirit vegetable from the Minister of War, and returned home to stir-fry a small portion of Chinese cabbage.

Upon eating it, the Minister of Revenue was surprised and ordered his servant: "Go watch the busy market; if there are vegetables, hurry and snatch them up."

The servant agreed. The Minister of War came from a prestigious family; after returning home and tasting it, he immediately distributed a cart of Chinese cabbage to his clan. Prestigious families were all cultivation families, and spirit vegetables were beneficial to cultivators.

The clan elder tore off some leaves to eat and passed down the word: "We bought too little."