Daqin: The letter from home to encourage his father was intercepted by Yingzheng

"I have lived for most of my life, and I have never seen so much food!!"

"This...how can I finish eating this!"

The artisans selected by Yingzheng looked at the hill of grain and wept with joy.

It is worthy of being Xiandao, it is worthy of being Xiandao!

This food can be piled up into mountains! !

Rao Yingzheng and Meng Yi had both seen the big scene, so they couldn't help being a little surprised at the moment.

There are two things that surprised them.

One is this kind of grain, which they have never seen before.

Can this thing be eaten?Are you full?

And the second is, isn't this Seagod's handling of food too casual?

Just piled up on the ground in such a mess, forming a hill?

If it rains, won't everything be ruined?

And even if it doesn't rain, the food itself will go bad! !Food going bad?

Xia An really didn't care about this.

First, it is because the food left by the system has a strong self-storage capability.

After a few months, it will not be damaged.

And the second reason is that there is no shortage of food on this deserted island in Xia'an.

If it really wants to be bad, then go bad.

If it just rots in the ground, it is considered as fertilizing the ground.

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Meng Yi picked up a piece of sweet potato and took a bite...  

Everyone heard the voice and turned their heads to look at him.

"It's quite sweet and tastes good." Meng Yi said quickly.

"No matter how good it is, don't eat it raw, it tastes even better when it's cooked!"

"There are too many people, and there is no time to do other things, so let's take this first."

Xia An looked at Meng Yi with disdain, and said.

"That's good, that's good!"

"Will you be full, can we get some more?"

The eyes of all craftsmen have long been shining brightly.

These days, it's good to be able to fill your stomach, how can you be picky if you have the qualifications.

"It's enough, take whatever you want!" Xia An said with a wave of his hand again.

All the craftsmen rushed forward in an instant, stuffing the red fruit into their arms continuously.

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi are not as hopeless as they are.

Especially Ying Zheng, he held a piece of fruit, played with it in his hand, and even took it to his nose to smell it.

"Brother Sea God—"

"stop!"

As soon as Ying Zheng opened his mouth, Xia An stopped him, "Call me Xiao Lu!"

"Cough, how embarrassing that is!"

"It's Xiao Lu!" Xia An insisted.

"Okay, Xiao Lu, what kind of fetish is this, why are there so many?" Ying Zheng asked doubtfully.

The artisans of all craftsmen have already put in their best efforts, but the hill of grain piled up does not seem to have changed at all, and there is no sign of a decrease!

Although the area of ​​this deserted island is not small, according to Ying Zheng, it will take at least ten or eight years to grow so much food.

But ten or eight years?

Xia An's food is still stored so casually?

It's already broken, okay?

How can I let it live!

"This is not some divine object, this object is called Sweet Potato."

"As for why there are so many, it is of course because of the high output!"

Xia An replied.

"Sweet potatoes? So they grow in the ground?"

"High yield? How high can it be? Even if its yield is 5.4 higher, Sea God—cough, Xiaolu, you shouldn't plant all of this."

"I'll get tired of eating, but it doesn't matter, there are five grains and seeds on our big boat."

"It can be planted at that time, so that the food here will become rich."

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi commented.

"The whole sweet potato? What are you thinking, these things are fed to pigs, and I don't like to eat them!!"

"The land planted with sweet potatoes is less than one-twentieth of that on the desert island!"

Xia An was unhappy when he heard that, and quickly retorted.

"One-twentieth? Is this desert island that big?"

"Then what have you planted elsewhere?"

"That's not right, so many sweet potatoes have been grown with only one-twentieth of the land?"

"How many years have you accumulated?"

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi were shocked when they heard this.

If sweet potatoes are all grown on this deserted island, in their opinion, it will take ten or eight years to grow so many sweet potatoes.

And Xia An said that less than one-twentieth of the land was used?

Doesn't it have to be planted for 200 years?

200 years - how old is this sea god today?

Hey, if he can live for 200 years, he can be regarded as immortal, right? .

Chapter 212 Eat all you can eat sweet potatoes

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi were thinking about it when they heard Xia An sneer and say, "Is this still worth accumulating?"

"They're all new this year!"

"It's new this year!?"

"you sure!?"

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi were confused together.

How is this possible? With less than one-twentieth of the land used, so much food can be grown in one year?

"Xiao Lu, how high is the sweet potato yield you said?" Ying Zheng's voice trembled slightly.

"How much is the yield per mu?" Meng Yi also asked nervously.

"I don't know. The yield of ordinary sweet potatoes should be five to six thousand catties per mu."

"In my case, it's almost ten thousand catties, right?"

After all, it was left by the system. Guess the yield per mu is [-] jin, there is nothing wrong with it!

"How many!!!???"

Both Ying Zheng and Meng Yi screamed.

Didn't they hear it wrong?

Yield per mu... ten thousand catties! ?

How is this possible!

What is the grain output of Daqin?

The average yield per mu is less than [-] catties!

Achieving four hundred catties is considered a high yield!

And if it can reach 26 catties, then Daqin will directly reward [-] cattle!

But this sweet potato—the yield per mu is actually ten thousand catties?

"Little Lu, are you kidding me?"

"In this world, how can there be such a high-yield food crop?"

"Can the cow bear it? Can the earth bear it?"

"There are still people, how can people eat it!!"

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi didn't believe it.

impossible!It doesn't make sense!

In this world, it is absolutely impossible to have such a high-yield food crop! !

The yield per mu is ten thousand catties, my God!

"I can't eat it. I used it to feed pigs."

"If you don't believe me, you will know if you go to the field and pick it up?"

"This year's sweet potatoes have not been confiscated. There are too many to collect."

Xia An pointed to the land next to the "hill" with a worried expression.

The ground is lush and green, and there are extremely vigorous sweet potato seedlings growing there.

"Feed it to pigs?"

"Can it really produce ten thousand catties per mu?"

"Is that sweet potato?"

"I'll take a look!"

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi jumped into the field without saying a word.

They followed the sweet potato seedlings and pulled out a bunch of sweet potatoes.

Pull it out again, and there is another large bunch of sweet potatoes, each plump and round.

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi were completely dumbfounded. The yield of sweet potatoes was unprecedented for them.

But after pulling out a few times, they realized that Xia An was not lying.

The yield of this sweet potato is really ten thousand catties per mu! ! !

Although Lao Zhao and Lao Meng went crazy for a time.

But compared with Baigong and the boys and girls, these two people are undoubtedly knowledgeable.

When Xia An was not around, everyone regarded the two of them as the backbone.

Seeing the crowd running so excitedly, Ying Zheng's heart skipped half a beat.

"Could it be the elixir that can make them so excited?"

"It's food, food everywhere!"

"Grains, fruits and vegetables, everything!!"