Daqin storyteller, starting with an inventory of the top ten emperors

"By the way, I reckon that the second batch of potatoes and sweet potatoes should be ripe."

"Are you interested?"

Bai Su will never forget his big money-making business.

Sure enough, when they heard what he said, everyone's eyes lit up and they nodded.

Of course I am interested, how could I not be interested!

The magic of sweet potatoes and potatoes, they already know something.

I have already understood that these two things are fetishes that can shock the whole world!

Of course I won't let it go.

If such a fetish slipped away from them, they would definitely regret it!
Especially in today's situation, snow disaster is almost a foregone conclusion.

If there is not enough food, I am afraid that many people will starve to death.

But potatoes and sweet potatoes, two high-yielding crops, could change all that.

Provide enough food for the people!
In this way, the people will be able to survive this winter!
What's more, after this winter, potatoes and sweet potatoes can be planted on a large scale and start stockpiling grain.

From now on, you will never have to worry about not having enough food!
A group of emperors naturally knew the importance of food better than anyone else, so they all nodded.

"That's fine, I'll go and have a look in two days, and I'll let you guys know when it's mature."

"it is good!"

Li Shimin's expression was serious. It seemed that it was time for him to ask Changsun Wuji and the others to send the money.

I don't know how much the wine agency was sold for this time.

It should be a lot.

Li Shimin is not sure how much he sold, but according to his guess, it should be indispensable.

After all, baijiu is really a better liquor than sanlejiang.

As for Ying Zheng, he glanced at everyone with a firm gaze.

You must find a way to receive this batch of potatoes and sweet potatoes into your own hands.

A group of emperors secretly cheered and tried to grab these crops.

On the other side, Chunyu Yue's mansion.

In Xianyang City, the most famous physicians were invited one by one.

In the end, a group of doctors discussed for a long time and came to a conclusion.

Mr. Chunyu is not poisoned.

Just ate things that shouldn't be eaten.

That thing, it is estimated that no one can eat it.

This made a group of old doctors quite curious.

"Dare to ask Mr. Chunyu what he ate to cause such symptoms."

What did sir eat?
A group of Confucian scholars frowned.

After thinking for a while, I finally came to a creepy conclusion!

Osmanthus crisp!
They could see clearly that the husband was fine.

After eating that sweet-scented osmanthus cake, I have been unconscious!
An sweet-scented osmanthus cake has such lethal power.

Bai Su is really vicious!
"Doctor, we must save our husband!"

A group of Confucian scholars spoke one after another.

The doctor nodded, "Don't worry, I will try my best."

"Actually, Mr. Chunyu's illness is not difficult this time."

"It's just a simple vomiting."

"Induce vomiting? I wonder if the doctor can help you."

The older doctor looked distressed, "Yes, there is, but the method is probably not very good."

Looking at Chun Yuyue who was collapsed on the bed, unconscious and foaming at the mouth.

At this moment, how can a group of Confucian disciples care about whether they are good or not.

Grab a life-saving straw and hold it firmly, never let go!
"Doctor, just say what you want."

"We all want to get better, sir, and we will definitely not embarrass you."

"Yes, doctor, just say what you want."

Under the insistence of the Confucian disciples, the doctor had no choice but to speak.

"Actually, it's not difficult to induce vomiting. You just need to pour some golden water on Mr. Chunyu."

"Gold, gold water?!"

The Confucian disciple couldn't help raising his voice, and looked at the doctor in astonishment.

The doctor nodded, "There is really no way to do this."

"Mr. Chunyu's situation, if he doesn't induce vomiting quickly, he might suffocate and die."

A group of Confucian scholars had no choice but to nod their heads.

"If so, so be it."

Although Jinshui is a bit disgusting, it is enough to save Mr.
Soon, a bowl of golden water was poured into Chunyu Yue's stomach.

Chunyu subconsciously vomited.

Vomiting filthy things all over the floor!

Someone quickly cleaned up.

A group of Confucian disciples looked closely at Chunyu Yue.

Finally, Chun Yuyue, who had vomited cleanly, slowly opened his eyes under the expectation of everyone.
"Ziwen, Ziming, Zibin, Zihui..."

"Mr. can still see you."

A group of Confucian disciples quickly threw themselves beside the bed.

"Sir, you are finally awake!"

"We've been waiting for you!"

"Your fainting frightened us all."

"That's right, sir, as long as you are fine, as long as you are fine!"

Chunyu Yueke sat up, and suddenly smelled a foul smell, and frowned.

Why is it so stinky.

"Ziwen, how did I wake up?"

Ziwen faltered and couldn't speak.

He looked at the other disciples again, and the other disciples also looked away, not daring to look at him.

Chunyu Yue felt something was wrong.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, what's the matter, you just tell me directly."

Finally, the Confucian disciples couldn't help his questioning, and whispered: "Sir, you are, you are..."

"You only woke up after drinking the golden water."

"what?"

Chunyu's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't catch his breath, and passed out again.

"gentlemen!"

"gentlemen!"

The next day, Qin Guochao hall.

Ying Zheng landed on the vacant position in the ranks of hundreds of officials and asked questions knowingly.

"Dr. Chunyu, why didn't you come?"

Other Confucian officials came forward and replied, "Your Majesty Qi Zuo."

"Mr. Chunyu is sick, so he asked for leave."

Ying Zheng nodded, "I see."

"Since Mr. Chunyu is ill, let's forget it."

"Let Mr. Chunyu rest at home first."

"Tell Mr. Chunyu that you don't need to go to the court to govern, and you don't need to lecture on the scriptures to Mr. Fusu."

"If you are not in good health, you should take a good rest and rest at home."

"Someone can share his work for him."

The Confucian official looked up at Ying Zheng in horror!

This is not letting Chunyu Yue rest, it is clearly depriving him of his official position!

What exactly did Chunyu Yue do to make His Majesty do this!
You know, Chun Yuyue was also a peerless troll before, and he would troll everyone he saw.

Even so, His Majesty did not deprive him of his official position.

But now, why is this so?

A well-informed person in the court sneered.

It seems that Chunyu Yue's stupidity has reached His Majesty's ears.

Cursing my Daqin Jiangshan Sheji behind my back, I am so stupid!
This kind of theory of punishing the heart, not killing him is considered a kindness.

Deprivation of official positions is already considered a special gift.

What's more, the words are so euphemistic.

It can be regarded as saving face for Chunyu Yue.

Although I don't know why, the Confucian official can only accept the order.

"Chen Dai Mr. Chunyu, thank Your Majesty for your grace!"