Datang: Get a god-level selection system at the beginning

On this potato root, there are four hemp-skinned potatoes the size of an adult's fist, each of which weighs at least one catty.

This one stem can produce four catties, and how can eight or nine hundred, or even a thousand, be planted in that acre of land.

If you calculate it like this, it is four thousand catties per mu!
Erdi God, the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother, and the Tathagata Buddha, these farmers have been farming their entire lives, and they have never seen a grain yield of [-] catties per mu.

On the contrary, Li Wenbin was a little dissatisfied. He had heard about the yield of potatoes in later generations. It can only be said that the yield of seven or eight thousand catties per mu is low, and even ten thousand catties per mu is not impossible.

So at this time, he was very puzzled when he looked at the officials who were crying and holding potatoes, and even the people who rushed into the field to dig potatoes regardless of stopping them.

After digging out all the potatoes in this mu of land and weighing them in detail, a figure was obtained: four thousand eight hundred and seventy-two catties.

This figure made Li Wenbin, a patient with advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder, very upset. He just picked up more than 100 catties, made up a total of [-] catties, and reported it.

On that day, tens of thousands of people from Qinghe County flocked to the potato experiment field, and together they harvested more than 400 million catties of potatoes, an average of [-] catties per commoner.

Seeing a lot of people stealthily picking up potatoes and wanting to run away, Li Wenbin didn't stop them either—the more people there are, the better, this kind of thing cannot be hidden.

As long as the gates are strictly controlled and no foreign races are allowed to flow in, it will be fine.

That night, Li Wenbin finally had his coveted beef stew with potatoes - the potatoes were of course freshly harvested from the field, as for the beef...

Isn't it normal for a cow to fall to death on such a happy day?

The original doubts and dissatisfaction with Li Wenbin disappeared on this day.

Regardless of who is in charge, the common people only ask for food and clothing. Now the king of Qin has brought them a miraculous crop with a yield of [-] catties per mu, which is enough for them to treat Li Wenbin as a god.

As for the officials of Qinghe County, they are naturally very happy - a good harvest represents political achievements, and there is a population when there is food.

As long as this continues for a few more years, Qinghe County will become more prosperous than before, and it is not impossible to even become the most prosperous place in the entire Tang Dynasty.

Li Wenbin felt it was funny watching those officials, big and small, holding boiled potatoes and gnawing them with green salt.

It seems that the potatoes have come out, but it will take a while for popular dishes such as potato shreds and stuffed skin to come out.

The governor of Qinghe County was sent by the eldest grandson, a child of the eldest grandson's family. His name was Changsun Qi, and he would call Li Wenbin "third uncle" when he met Li Wenbin—I don't know how this seniority is discussed, anyway, he just kept calling him like this.

"In a few days, I'm going to return to the capital."

After drinking for three rounds, Li Wenbin pulled Zhang Sun Qi and said: "I will leave the matter here to you."

"Third Uncle, my nephew will definitely not disappoint you!"

"That said, if you didn't do well, it's not me or others who are most disappointed, but the people of Qinghe County."

"You just need to take good care of the textile factory here, and if you have anything to discuss with Madam Zhang. As for those potatoes, the common people can grow them however they want. There is only one thing, and that is not to let a single potato flow into Guanzhong."

"Do you understand this?"

"Yes, my nephew will definitely do it. Third Uncle, don't worry, even if you ask for such high-yield crops, few people are willing to let them go to other places."

"Well, that's true. But you can remember, at least before I notify you, don't let the potatoes flow into the pass."

"Yes, my nephew promises that not a single potato will leave Shandong."

"Then... shall the rest of the land be planted with potatoes?"

Li Wenbin was taken aback: "What did you say? Plant all potatoes?"

"That's right, there are about [-] mu of free arable land and potato-growing wasteland in Qinghe County. If my nephew thinks, he can just plant potatoes."

Li Wenbin patted Zhang Sun Qi on the shoulder: "Yes, you can plant them all. But I only have one question."

"Uncle, what do you want to ask?"

"One mu of real estate is five thousand catties, and two mu of land is ten thousand catties. Then do the math, how much is twenty thousand mu of land?"

Chang Sun Qi pinched his fingers and counted for a long time, his face suddenly turned pale: "The result of my nephew's calculation is... ten million catties."

"Yeah, so you have to think about it, what do you do with the tens of thousands of catties of potatoes. If you can't solve it, then you can buy and eat it yourself. If you dare to waste a potato, I will cure you God's disrespectful sin."

In the ancient times when there was not enough to eat, wasting food was a great crime. Changsun Qi naturally thought of this possibility, and there was no trace of joy on his face, so he hugged Li Wenbin's thigh and burst into tears.

"His Royal Highness, Third Uncle, you must save my nephew! My nephew knows that he is wrong, and will never plant so many potatoes again!"

"You idiot, did I say these words to prevent you from growing potatoes? I mean, I want to tell you that you have to find a way to solve it! This is the solution."

"What can you do if you can't eat it? You can use it to make wine or feed it to livestock!"

"Feed... the grain to the animals?" Zhang Sun Qi shuddered, "My nephew is afraid that a thunderstorm will fall from the sky and kill my nephew."

"You idiot, let every household raise pigs. I'll teach you a way to detoxify and ripen potatoes to make feed. Then your government will help sell pigs?"

"Pig? How could someone buy that disgusting thing?"

"You don't have to worry about this, I will teach you everything. And making wine from potatoes, I will teach you this together."

"The only request I have for you is that you must give this Qinghe County a good look at this king and develop it well. If you can't do it, get out as soon as possible."

Chang Sun Qi was trembling with excitement, he knew that this was Li Wenbin giving him a huge contribution for nothing.

Raising pigs and brewing wine, it sounds like a profitable business!
At that time, how much credit should I have for making Qinghe County the most prosperous place in the Tang Dynasty besides Chang'an and Luoyang?
At that time, it is not impossible to be named a Duke.

Chang Sun Qi straightened his clothes suddenly, kowtowed respectfully to Li Wenbin nine times while kneeling on the ground: "Chang Sun Qi swears to God, from today onwards, only His Royal Highness the King of Qin will follow! He will go through fire and water, and he will do whatever he wants!"

Li Wenbin was very satisfied with Changsun Qi's allegiance, and left Qinghe County with a brigade of soldiers and horses the next day, heading for Chang'an.

The Qinghe Cui family has been dealt with, are the remaining families far behind?