Transmigrated into the book to become the villain prince, the son of the plane to destroy

As more and more officials and people rushed to the farm, everyone pointed at the enclosed potato field from a distance, and all of them looked suspiciously, obviously not believing this little One acre of potato can harvest more than 20 shi of grain.

Xiao Jie felt that the timing was about the same, so he secretly winked at Feng Chang, the elder of the personal soldier not far away, Feng Chang understood, and sneaked away while other people were not paying attention.

Although Xiao Jie said to Xiao Ji that the auspicious time had not yet come, he was after all a time traveler from later generations, an aspiring young man who grew up under the red flag, naturally he would not believe in any ghosts and gods.

It's just that in this era, everyone in the world believes in this, and he doesn't need to be against the people in the world. Since everyone pays attention to auspicious times for a good harvest, he should also follow suit with a sense of ritual.

However, other people's auspicious dates are calculated by spending money to find a fortune teller. His auspicious dates are much more flexible, and the auspicious times will arrive when everyone is together.

"when--"

With the sound of the gong, the people and officials who were still noisy gradually quieted down, and all of them turned their eyes to the direction of the gong.

"The auspicious hour has come—"

An official in the central capital of Sili Xiaowei's mansion was wearing red and hanging colors, with a gong in his left hand and a mallet in his right. He ran quickly in the fields, shouting loudly while running, and his voice was very loud. The officials and people present They all heard it clearly, and they couldn't help being refreshed, and turned their eyes to the potato field surrounded by red cloth.

But the row of farmers standing on the edge of the potato field did not move. Instead, Xiao Jie walked towards Xiao Ji with a hoe, offered it with both hands, and shouted loudly in front of the officials and people present: "God bless you!" Daning, happy to have new grain, this is auspicious, and the Son of Heaven should break the ground."

Although Xiao Jie didn't confess in advance that he would do this, but Xiao Ji was giving him respect and a sense of ceremony from his son to the emperor.

Xiao Ji did not humbly refuse, but directly took the hoe from Xiao Jie. Although, as the emperor, he did not have to go to the fields to cultivate, but every year when the spring plowing season came, according to the ancestral system, he would go to the Huangzhuang outside Luoyang City to pretend to wave a few times. Put down the hoe to show that today's day encourages farming and encourages farming and mulberry. Therefore, he knows how to use the hoe as a farming tool.

Xiao Ji pushed aside the red cloth and stepped into the potato field, took a deep breath, then selected a well-growing potato vine, bent over and waved a hoe to start digging.

At this moment, countless pairs of eyes were focused on Xiao Ji, and some people were even so nervous that they held their breath unconsciously.

As Xiao Ji dug down with a hoe, the huge potatoes buried under the ground slowly appeared. Xiao Ji couldn't help showing a gleam of joy on his face. Seeing that the soil under the vines had been loosened by himself, he immediately put down the hoe He squatted down, grabbed the root of the potato vine with one hand, exerted all his strength, and pulled it upwards, a large bunch of potatoes was immediately dragged into the air by him...

The officials and people present burst into an inconceivable exclamation in an instant, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Xiao Ji also squinted at the large bunch of potatoes in his hand, his eyes were full of surprise and surprise, he saw that these potatoes were round and round, bigger than goose eggs, and they were just held in his hands. It feels like the weight is not light.

Xiao Ji looked from the potatoes in front of him to the green potato vines around him, and his heart suddenly became eager. There are so many potatoes under this vine alone, and there are so many plants in an acre of potato fields. How many potatoes can be produced?

The next moment, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on his son Xiao Jie, because he suddenly felt that it is not impossible to produce more than 20 shi of potatoes per mu.

Xiao Jie also noticed his father's gaze, nodded and smiled slightly, and then waved, two servants immediately brought a scale and put it beside Xiao Ji.

Xiao Ji smiled knowingly, and handed over the long bunch of potatoes in his hand to the guards, and the two guards took the potatoes respectfully. The two of them operated like a tiger, and soon reported the weight loudly:

"It's about the same size."

The officials and people present burst into unbelievable exclamations again. Unexpectedly, these potatoes looked big and weighed more weight. The potato produced by a single vine weighed nearly four catties.

Looking at the densely packed potato vines in an acre of field, many people have secretly speculated how many potatoes this acre of potato field can produce.

Xiao Ji, the dignified son of heaven, of course can't stay in the field to dig potatoes. He dug out a plant himself, and he just wanted to make sense of it. Then he patted the mud on his hands and went back to the ridge of the field. A row of farmers on standby on the other side smiled and said to Xiao Jie: "Let them do it. I also want to know how many potatoes this acre of potato field can produce."

"My son obeys the order." Xiao Jie nodded with a smile, and waved to the eagerly looking farmers not far away, signaling them to start.

Upon receiving Xiao Jie's order, more than a dozen farmers immediately went to the fields with hoes, and they began to dig out bunches of potatoes.

At this time, Lian Yi saw that Xiao Ji's hands and clothes were covered with mud, so he couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "Your Majesty, this old slave will take you to take a bath and change clothes first."

Xiao Ji waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it. Compared with taking a bath and changing clothes, he was more eager to know whether an acre of land could produce more than 20 stone potatoes.

The farmers were digging potatoes hard, and the guards were not idle. They packed the potatoes dug up by the farmers in baskets, weighed them one by one, and reported the weight loudly to the officials and people who were watching.

Whenever they reported a number, the onlookers and the people couldn't help but gasp in amazement, and many people even secretly hoped that if their own Susukida could grow such high-yield potatoes, then their own The whole family can have enough food all year round.

I just don't know that His Royal Highness Qi is reluctant to give them potato seeds to ordinary people. The more these people think about it, the more confused they become, and they completely forget that their original purpose is just to eat.

At some point, Lu Yong, Minister of the Household Department, came to the edge of the field. He took out a potato from a basket, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.

Looking at the baskets full of potatoes in front of him, and seeing that there is still a large piece of vines that have not been harvested, at this moment he has no doubt that the yield of these potatoes can reach more than 20 stones per mu, but he still has another concern in his heart.

Lu Yong walked towards Xiao Jie with a potato, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking: "Dare to ask Your Highness, how to eat this thing, and how does it taste?"

Lu Yong's voice was not loud, but many people looked at Xiao Jie all of a sudden. Obviously, Lu Yong's question also revealed the doubts in their hearts.

Yes, although this thing has a high yield, can it be eaten? If it is poisonous or difficult to swallow, so what if the yield is high?

An unpredictable smile could not help but flash across Xiao Jie's face.

This is what he was waiting for.

(Weakly ask, besides potato stew and French fries, what other ways to eat potatoes are suitable for the daily eating methods of people in that era)