The happy life of a prodigal

Just like that, he brought the money to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The eunuchs outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation were not surprised when they saw Fang Xiu, and hurriedly bowed to salute.

"Marquis Xin'an, you're here!"

Fang Xiu glanced at him and asked, "Where is Your Majesty?"

The eunuch was looking at Qian Zheng who was beside Fang Xiu, and when he heard this, he hurriedly replied: "If you go back to Marquis Xin'an, Your Majesty is in the Nuan Pavilion, and there are a few elders in the pavilion who are discussing matters concerning the navy."

About the sailor?

Fang Xiu was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, it took so long for Chu Huang to discuss such a small matter with several elders.

But he didn't say much, just looked at the eunuch, and said: "Please tell me, please tell me that I have a very important matter, and I hope to see Your Majesty."

Marquis Xin'an wants to see His Majesty, so basically there will be no accidents.

Therefore, the eunuch also smiled, bowed and said: "Our family understands, Marquis of Xin'an, you will be later."

Saying that, he lifted the curtain and walked into the Nuan Pavilion.

After a while, a sharp voice was heard from inside the Nuan Pavilion.

"Xuan... the Marquis of Xin'an will see you!"

Hearing this, Fang Xiu turned around, smiled at Qian Zheng, and said, "Follow me to the Nuan Pavilion, and when you see His Majesty, first salute, and you salute as I do, understand?"

Qian Zheng was extremely nervous. Hearing this, he nodded hastily and said in a trembling voice, "I understand."

Seeing this, Fang Xiu didn't say anything more.

He was afraid that if he talked too much, he would become more nervous.

Fang Xiu just opened the curtain and walked into the Nuan Pavilion.

Qian Zheng naturally followed behind, not daring to take a step slower.

Fang Xiu walked into the Nuan Pavilion.

After taking a look, sure enough, the three elders were all there.

"Chen Xin'an Hou Fangxiu, see Your Majesty!"

Chapter 684 I want a private visit with a micro-service!

Angler

The Emperor Chu and the three elders all set their sights on Fang Xiu.

It was Emperor Chu who spoke first.

A smile appeared on his face, he looked at Fang Xiu, and asked, "What's the matter, can't wait for a moment?"

Fang Xiu arched his hands and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I do have some important matters to attend to!"

Looking up at Emperor Chu, with a serious expression on his face, he asked, "I don't know if your Majesty still remember sweet potatoes?"

"sweet potato?"

Chu Huang was slightly taken aback, and then a dazed look appeared on his face.

He remembered.

It seems that Fang Xiu mentioned this crop to him three or four months ago, and it seems...the yield is very high?

Is several times that of wheat and rice?

Calculating the time, it seems that the harvest should be done recently.

Emperor Chu looked at Fang Xiu, with a smile on his face, and asked, "But is it time for the sweet potatoes to be harvested? How much is the yield and how is the taste?"

Fang Xiu nodded, and said respectfully: "Returning to Your Majesty, it is indeed the harvest time, the yield, the taste, these specific details, I brought the person who cultivated and took care of the sweet potato, and let him do it for you. answer."

After saying this, he cupped his hands, looked at Qian Zheng behind him, and motioned for him to step forward.

Qian Zheng glanced at his young master with some fear.

He looked timidly at the four people in the cabinet again, feeling trembling all over his body.

Even so, he mustered up his courage, stood up, followed Fang Xiu's example, and bowed his hands in salute.

"Small, little Qianzheng, see Your Majesty."

When Emperor Chu heard this, he felt a little funny.

It was the first time that someone was small in front of him.

Even so, he didn't say anything, he just waved his hands and said casually, "You cultivated these sweet potatoes?"

Qian Zheng was very nervous when he heard the question from Emperor Chu, and took a deep breath.

Suppressing the tension and fear, he said just now: "Returning to Your Majesty, this sweet potato was cultivated by my young master, and the young one is only responsible for taking care of it."

Although he uttered a complete sentence, his voice was still trembling, and he just lowered his head, not daring to raise his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Chu felt a little funny, and asked again: "Did you hear what I asked Xin'an Hou just now?"

Qian Zheng clasped his hands and replied, "I heard it, little one.

Your Majesty just asked how much sweet potatoes are produced. According to preliminary statistics, the yield of sweet potatoes is about [-] catties per mu. The exact amount is unknown to the small ones.

Because only one acre of land was dug, but if you think about it small, it should be about the same, and maybe even a little more.

Some fields are relatively good, and should be able to reach seven thousand catties per mu. "

As soon as these words came out, the entire Nuan Pavilion fell silent.

I don't know how long it took.

A crisp voice suddenly sounded in the warm pavilion.

It was the sound made by Yan Zhuang, a scholar of the first assistant university of the cabinet, who dropped the teacup on the ground without holding the teacup in his hand.

He hurriedly said: "The minister is dead."

Emperor Chu didn't notice this at all.

At this moment, he was completely in a daze.

My mind was blank, and only three words 'seven thousand catties' echoed in my ears.

Seven thousand catties...

Seven thousand catties!

What does that mean?

It means that the people of the entire Chu State no longer have to worry about not having enough to eat.

What a feat!

It is comparable to Yao Shun Yu Soup!

Of course, that's not what he thought.

Any achievements are said later.

He thinks more than that.

Sufficient food can first solve the problem of the Central Plains.

Then, more manpower can be had.

With more manpower, more problems can be solved.

Because most of the problems in this world can be attributed to the problem of food in the end.

For a moment, Chu Huang's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do or what to say.

He didn't even know what to think.

After a long time.

He just woke up a little bit, raised his eyes, looked at Qian Zheng, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked, "Is it seven thousand catties, or seven hundred catties?"

He was afraid that he had heard wrongly.

After all, seven thousand catties is too exaggerated.

"Returning to His Majesty, it is seven thousand catties!"

Qian Zheng said firmly.

He had the experience of answering Fang Xiu before, but this time he was not overly panicked by Emperor Chu's reaction.

After all, after he finished the statistics, he was in the same state when he saw the number.

He understood the feelings of his young master and the emperor at this moment.

"really?"

Chu Huang's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at Qian Zheng, and asked again.

It seems that this is a little weak.

He paused for a moment, then said coldly: "You must know that pretending to be meritorious and deceiving the emperor are serious crimes!"

This is a bit more serious.

Qian Zheng was not frightened.

Because many of the sweet potatoes in the field were dug by himself.

No one knows better than him how much the edible part weighs.

Even if it is less than [-] jin, no matter how low the yield is, no matter how poor the quality of the land is, it will never be less than [-] jin.

An error of one thousand catties is normal.

Although he has never met Emperor Chu, he has heard of...Emperor Chu is a benevolent king.

It is impossible to condemn him because of a thousand catties of error.

So, he cupped his hands and said in the firmest voice: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the yield per mu is indeed six thousand five hundred catties, there is no mistake!"

As soon as these words came out, there was another burst of silence.

Inside the Snapper, it has never been like it is today.

Not even a sound.

Chu Huang stared closely at Qian Zheng with a pair of eyes, trying to see something different on his face.

However, it did not.

From the beginning to the end, Qian Zheng's performance was very frank.

And very confident.

It's not like taking credit at all.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

His subconscious told him.

These seven thousand catties are very likely to be real.

However, on the other hand, he also felt that this was cheating.

There can never be so many crops per mu in the world.

Seven thousand catties is too exaggerated.

I thought about it for a long time.

To be precise, he hesitated for a long time.

He finally made a decision.

He slapped the table, stood up, and said loudly, "Okay, I'm going to visit incognito and go to the south of the Yangtze River to see for myself the production of sweet potatoes!"

"This......"

Fang Xiu and Qian Zheng looked at each other, and they could see a little surprise in each other's eyes.