Datang: God-level son-in-law, salted fish will become stronger

"It's unbelievable. Could it be that these are the grain seeds sent by the immortals?"

"My mother, the yield per mu is fifty denier... I don't know what these potatoes taste like..."

Several humerus, all sighed, even though they are extremely human ministers, they still look like they have never seen the world.

Qin Mu nodded, "Now Mangya Village has more than [-] mu of fertile land planted with potatoes. One mu of land can be planted with [-] holes, and the yield per mu is [-] deniers, which is about [-] catties."

Changsun Wuji muttered and calculated, "One mu of land is 500 deniers, so the output of [-] mu of land is [-] million deniers..."

"500 million deniers!!!"

I don't know, I was taken aback.

If rice or wheat is grown for 500 million deniers of grain, it will take 100 million mu of land to produce it.

Li Er was also surprised and speechless when he heard Changsun Wuji's calculation result.

The calculated figures are really astonishing.

If the cultivation of potatoes is promoted, then Datang can also relax the control of business.

"My son-in-law, can you get some of these potatoes for me to taste?" Cheng Yaojin gritted his teeth and looked at Qin Mu obsequiously.

He doesn't care about how much the potato yields per mu, he only cares about whether it tastes good or not.

Listening to Cheng Yaojin's words, everyone cast the same curious eyes, high yield is one thing, whether it tastes good, and whether it can be eaten is another.

Li Er looked at Qin Mu, and said quietly, "How do you cook these potatoes?"

Qin Mu thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "You can do whatever you want, steam, boil, stir-fry, deep-fry, roast... When necessary, you can even eat it raw. As for how your majesty wants to eat it, it all depends on your majesty's mood."

Li Er nodded, and responded: "Well, everyone don't leave at noon today, let Qin Mu hold a whole bean feast for us, and let's taste the [-]-denier grain from this mu, what's it like. "

"By the way, take out some potatoes and let us big guys see what this thing looks like."

For a moment.

A plate of washed and unpeeled potatoes was served.

Several people gathered around, each of them picked up one and played with it carefully.

"Is this dark stuff really edible?" Li Er frowned, staring at the potato in his hand, wondering.

Qin Mu responded: "Your Majesty, you can't judge people by their appearance, let alone the food."

"That's true." Li Er nodded, and continued: "Then why is this thing called potatoes, why not gray beans, ground beans..."

Li Er's words were really caught by Qin Mu's question. He had calculated thousands of times, and he never expected that Li Er would ask such a weird question.

For a while, I really didn't know how to answer.

After thinking about it, Qin Mu responded, "This thing is not gray, it grows in the ground, and it's round, so it's called a potato."

Li Er shook his head, frowning, "This name is too vulgar, vulgar, meaningless, and unacceptable. Qin Mu, do you think changing Tudou to Zhenguandou will sound much better?"

Li Er stared at Qin Mu solemnly, as if discussing some important matter with him.

Qin Mu choked on water and coughed violently.

He knew that Li Er was shameless, but he didn't expect him to be so shameless that he even rubbed Tudou's name, as if he had a serious illness.

"Well, Your Majesty is right. The name Zhenguan Dou really sounds nice."

"This year is the first year of Zhenguan, and the Tang Dynasty got another strange food, called Zhenguan beans, which is very good."

"Very good, this name is very good, much better than potatoes."

Several humerus ministers did not hesitate to boast about Li Er.

Qin Mu shook his head, and said helplessly, "Your Majesty can call you whatever you want, as long as you are happy."

Qin Mu really has nothing to do with Li Er, it's just a name, and he doesn't want to argue with Li Er anymore.

Besides, no one has stipulated that this potato must be called a potato in Datang.

Qin Mu might as well sell Li Er to save face.

"Hey..." Li Er touched the potatoes in his hand, with a look of joy on his face, "Qin Mu, since you already have so much potato production in Mangya Village, when do you plan to spread it to the whole country?"

Li Er asked nonchalantly, seemingly carelessly.

After Qin Mu heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Your Majesty, you don't want to go whoring for nothing again, do you? This is not good, and it is not good to spread the word."

"Tsk... you child." Li Er clicked his tongue and said, "Didn't you say that this Tang Dynasty is the Tang Dynasty of tens of millions of people? Shouldn't you congratulate the Tang Dynasty?"

"Don't just want to ask for a reward from me when you have something good. Don't you feel that this is vulgar?"

Qin Mu stared at him, and said quietly: "So, is this the reason for His Majesty's prostitution?"

Li Er was half-dead from Qin Mu's words, are you a repeater?

After a pause, Li Er pondered and said: "Well, I have agreed to the construction of the industrial zone, and I will make it easier for you to violate the law."

"Also, the industrial zone is under the jurisdiction of Mangya Village, and those who are called into the industrial zone will be exempted from corvee and tax. This is already my biggest concession."

After Li Er finished speaking, he picked up the hot tea and took a sip.

I am in a good mood today, after all, the grain yield per mu is [-] deniers.

It is only natural for Qin Mu to make a request.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Mu continued: "I still need the right to mine iron ore."

"It's too much!" Li Er snorted coldly, "Iron ore mining rights, are you trying to forge weapons privately to plot rebellion?"

Today, Yantie official camp is a foregone conclusion.

Both of these were collected by Li Er and belonged to the household department, and private ownership was no longer allowed, except for Qin Mu's fine salt.

Qin Mu owns the right to sell official salt and has already made a lot of money. Li Er doesn't know what the hell he is going to do this time.

"So, is Your Majesty rejecting me? You know, I don't bother to make weapons privately..." Qin Mu asked calmly.

"That's all." Li Er waved helplessly, "I can give you the right to mine iron ore, but if the iron ore is consumed, you must file for it every time, and you must not be sloppy."

It's not that Li Er doesn't trust Qin Mu.

It's just that he is afraid of the change of the Xuanwu Gate, if this is staged for him in version 2.0.

Then this matter...

Chapter 159 : Are you fucking playing with me?

"Okay, thank you Your Majesty for agreeing." Qin Mu nodded and replied to Li Er.

He fought for the mining rights of iron ore, which was completely used for the next step of steelmaking.

If an industrial zone is to be built, steel is an indispensable thing, and it is related to Qin Mu's next development plan.

Under the huge temptation of producing [-] denier potatoes per mu, Li Er would probably agree to whatever conditions Qin Mu raised.

But Qin Mu is not a shameless villain, and will not threaten Li Er with this.

For a moment.

Dishes with potatoes as the main ingredient or auxiliary ingredients were brought up one after another, and the aroma was overflowing, filling the hall in an instant.

Li Er and the other princes smelled the fragrance, moved their index fingers, and expressed anticipation.

Every time I come to Mangya Village, eating is definitely the top priority.

Qin Mu is very particular about food, and they can eat something new every time they are in Mangya Village.

"Your Majesty, let's start, the food will be cold in a while..."

Cheng Yaojin looked at Li Er who was holding the chopsticks but did not move for a long time, and whispered.

Yu Chigong's eyes also fell on Li Er, the chopsticks were already clenched in his hands, ready to move.

"En?" Li Er came back to his senses, picked up his chopsticks and stretched out a dish of beef stew with potatoes in front of him, "Let's start, everyone."

Immediately afterwards, there was a raging storm and gobbling.

Especially Cheng Yaojin and Yu Chigong, who seem to have escaped from somewhere, crazily pulled into their mouths.

"Come on, guys, don't just eat, drink..."

Li Er picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, his face was rosy and he was very happy.

Qin Mu is really his lucky star with a grain yield of [-] deniers per mu. That Zhang Liang dared to deceive the public by saying that Qin Mu is a demon star.

Li Er really wanted to turn Zhang Liang out of the grave and whip his corpse.

Such a good son-in-law is really hard to find even with a lantern, although sometimes his words are quite annoying.

"Don't tell me, this potato tastes really good when stewed with this meat, it's full of flavor." Li Er was delighted to eat, and said with a smile: "Qin Mu, what kind of meat is this stewed with potatoes, it's so delicious."

As Li Er said, he put another piece into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and left the fragrance in his mouth.

"Which dish does Your Majesty say?" Qin Mu looked up, then pondered, "That's beef stew with potatoes."

Hearing these words, everyone froze for a moment, then looked at Qin Mu.

Li Er was even more embarrassed, picked up the chopsticks of the beef, and was in vain, what the hell do you eat beef?

Although Qin Mu developed the Quyuanli, which greatly improved the efficiency of agricultural plowing, but the fasting of beef was something explicitly prohibited by the imperial court.

Qin Mu saw Li Er's thoughts, and said quietly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, this is the beef that I specially asked the kitchen to stew when you came."

Hearing this, Li Er put the beef mixed in the air into his mouth, "Then what kind of meat do you usually eat?"

"I also eat beef." Qin Mu replied without hesitation.

This sentence almost didn't give Li Erqi a mouthful of 629-year-old blood.

Are you kidding me?

"Are you going to rebel?" Li Er chewed the beef in his mouth, swallowed it with tears, and said vaguely.

I have to say, this thing is really fragrant.

"Your Majesty was joking, it's just a bowl of roasted beef with potatoes, how could it be associated with rebellion?" Qin Mu responded with a chuckle, took a piece of beef and threw it into his mouth, it was very delicious.

With tears in his eyes, Li Er took another piece and put it in his mouth, "Don't you know that the Tang Dynasty prohibits eating beef? What should you do for doing this?"

Seeing that Li Er was anxious, Qin Mu responded, "Your Majesty, don't worry, these are yaks from Tubo."

"Yaks?" Li Er was startled, "The yaks I gave you are still alive?"

Mentioning this matter made Li Er even more angry.

Half of the [-] yaks brought in as tribute from Tubo fell ill within half a year, and the rest were crumbling.

Li Er felt that he was played by Tubo, and felt that he had been greatly humiliated.

Just looking for an opportunity to settle accounts with Nangri Songtsan.

Qin Mu nodded, and replied, "Not only alive, but also alive well."

"Impossible." Li Er frowned, and muttered: "Yaks can't adapt to life in the plains at all. My yaks are almost dead, and they seem to be unable to wake up every day."

Qin Mu explained: "That's because the yak is drunk, of course it's drowsy."

"Drunken oxygen?"

Everyone was puzzled, and their eyes fell on Qin Mu. This was the first time they had heard of this idea.

Qin Mu nodded and continued to explain: "Yaks originally lived in high-altitude areas and are physically strong. If they go down to low-altitude areas in the pass, they will have a drunken oxygen reaction, which means that they are drowsy and sleepy. It usually doesn't last very long."

"In fact, the problem of drunken oxygen is secondary. The main thing is that the fur on the yak's body is very thick to resist the severe cold climate on the plateau. Once it reaches a low altitude, it will suffer very much, just like we are wearing heavy winter clothing on a hot summer day. The clothes are like clothes, and the heat is unbearable."

"Yaks are afraid of heat. This is the most important problem of how yaks are raised in the Central Plains. If no measures are taken and the yaks are allowed to heat up, it is no wonder that they will not get sick."

Everyone was taken aback when they heard Qin Mu's words.

What a fucking genius, they didn't expect Qin Mu to be so proficient in the breeding industry.

And he said it clearly and logically.

"No wonder, no wonder..." Li Er put down his chopsticks and heard with relish, "I said Nangri Songzan, an old man, would not dare to fool me with a group of sick cows. His feelings are trash from the household department. have no idea."

Changsun Wuji said happily: "Mu'er, tell us, how did you solve the yak's fear of heat?"

Qin Mu replied: "I opened a barren mountain with a very high altitude a hundred miles south of Mangya Village, and encircled a pasture on the top of the mountain. I specially raised yaks, shaved all the hair of the yaks, and then set up a pergola. Now these yaks have gradually adapted to the climate there."

"Although yaks cannot be used to cultivate land, it is a good choice to raise them for meat."