The husband is a love brain

After Zhao Shutong returned to Shitai Village, he farmed and studied during the day, and studied how to eat sweet potatoes in the house at night.The sweet potatoes in the field were not yet ripe, and the research materials he used were all produced by himself with his own abilities, so he could only study them in private.

He can't make sweet potato balls and sweet potato cakes in the house, but with the help of life space, he has already made a batch of sweet potato flour. For a certain food processing factory, he will write down the principles that he can still recall, and compare them one by one when he starts to make them in the future, because Zhao Shutong has dark circles under his eyes within a few days due to fatigue.

Old man Zhao saw that his son not only didn't gain weight, but also lost a lot of weight when he returned home, he immediately began to feel distressed.

"Son, you should go to bed early at night. You have read books for more than ten years and you are not bad at this level." Zhao old man persuaded, he attributed Zhao Shutong's weight loss to studying too hard, and he didn't know that his son If you can read [-] words a day, you are considered to be working hard.

"Father, I know what's in my heart." Zhao Shutong said, he intends to continue the imperial examination to become an official, and if things need to be prioritized at the moment, the most important thing is to come to Pei Xiaoqi's door to propose marriage before Pei Xiaoqi is engaged, and he can't divide his mind any longer to other places.

Otherwise, he has no doubt that Pei Xiaoqi's petty temper will definitely drag him into bad luck.

Zhao Shutong has a supernatural ability, although he has just reached the first level after a lot of practice, but it is enough to relieve his own fatigue, so he doesn't put this hard work on him.

Mutated sweet potatoes are used to propose marriage to Pei Qi, and the Minister's Mansion must strive for the greatest benefits from the emperor, and delicious food is an add-on in front of a full stomach.On his side, he will cultivate the details and some methods of making delicious food, just to show his sincerity.

When they found the first batch of ripe mutated sweet potatoes, Zhao Shutong and old man Zhao dug about [-] catties of sweet potatoes from the ground and came back.The fresh medium-purple sweet potatoes were left with traces of soil wrapping, and the father and son carried them back home with large baskets.

When he came back from the field, Old Man Zhao still found it incredible.

"Son, so many sweet potatoes have been dug up in one sub-field, and three thousand catties of sweet potatoes can't really be planted in one mu of land, right? Son, tell Dad, I'm not dreaming." Old man Zhao pulled Zhao Shutong kept asking.

"Father, you didn't have a dream. You dug it out with your own hands. How can you lie to yourself?" Zhao Shutong said with certainty

The old man Zhao and the three of us confirmed with Zhao Shutong, and asked Zhao Shutong several times whether one mu of land produced three thousand catties of sweet potatoes.Zhao Shutong answered yes, the old man Zhao still couldn't believe it, if Zhao Shutong hadn't stopped him, he would have borrowed a large scale from the village chief, put it on the scale and weighed how many sweet potatoes he had dug. .

"Son, Dad really didn't expect that in this world, there are really three thousand catties of grain per mu. When you just bought sweet potatoes back, Dad was worried that you would be cheated, and worried that the sweet potatoes wouldn't produce food and you couldn't bear it. Dad was wrong, dad should have believed in you a long time ago, he should have believed in you a long time ago." Old man Zhao began to cry while talking.

"Father, what's wrong with you. I don't blame you. You don't believe that I can help me grow sweet potatoes. There is no better father than you." Zhao Shutong said, when he said these words It's true.It turned out that Zhao Shutong didn't want to get married and have children, and wanted to continue taking the imperial examination. Although the old man Zhao had his own thoughts, he never stopped Zhao Shutong.

Without showing the authority of his own parents, Zhao Shutong must do what he wants.

In such an era, for old man Zhao to be so enlightened, he really loves Yuanshen very much.

Zhao Shutong comforted him, but the old man Zhao continued to cry. After listening to him for a long time, Zhao Shutong realized that the old man Zhao was so happy that he couldn't stop crying.With a grain yield of [-] catties per mu, no one will starve to death in any disaster in the future.He no longer had to worry about the father and son not being able to support Zhao Shutong anymore like when Zhao Shutong was young.

Although Zhao Shutong actually doesn't need him to support him now.

Zhao Shutong couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, and felt a little sad at the same time.In fact, Yuanshen lived in poverty when he was a child. In fact, he did not live for a few years. When he was admitted to Tongsheng, he received a lot of help and subsidies from a business cousin in the clan. After that, he never worried about money at all.But the old man Zhao always remembered the hard days of the father and son.

Zhao Shutong patiently persuaded the old man Zhao, waiting for people to stop crying, half an hour passed.

"Father, stop crying, let's make sweet potatoes." Zhao Shutong said.

"What, such a precious thing, you can eat whatever you want." Old man Zhao said very distressedly, completely forgetting his love and responsiveness to Zhao Shutong in his daily life.I just feel that such a good thing will be ruined if they eat it, which is a pity.

Zhao Shutong: "...Father, sweet potatoes are food, they are for eating."

It is not for him to be confessed.

There is no need to choose a ceremony to eat.

Zhao Shutong felt that his father should still be in the ecstatic worship of having a high-yield grain at this time, yes, it is the worship of food.On the one hand, he felt happy because of the high-yield grain, and on the other hand, he felt that the high-yield grain was expensive and he was not worthy of eating it.

Zhao Shutong really wanted to tell his father that this thing would be worthless when it was planted everywhere in the future.

Old man Zhao still dotes on Zhao Shutong. Although he was hypocritically reluctant to eat sweet potatoes at first, he couldn't resist Zhao Shutong's persuasion.

The old man Zhao followed Zhao Shutong to make boiled sweet potatoes and sweet potato balls, and he couldn’t help but persuade Zhao Shutong, “Son, sweet potatoes are such a good thing, we can’t keep them private. Some gossipers gossip a little bit, but none of them are malicious, we are all passed down from an old ancestor, the root is the same. If something happens, your relatives are always more amiable than outsiders."

"When your father had no money for you to study, it was your uncle Wutang who paid for your textbooks. After you were admitted to Tongsheng, your uncle Wutang would send you a sum of pen and ink every month. I don’t want to marry your uncle Wutang’s family’s niece, your uncle Wutang treats you the same as before. Now that we have food that won’t go hungry any more, we should also give back to the folks in the village.”

This was Zhao Shutong's time travel, and it was the first time that the old man tried to persuade him.

Zhao Shutong knew that the old man Zhao bothered to talk so much because he was afraid that he would still alienate the villagers and he was unwilling to give potatoes to the villagers.Zhao Shutong fell off the list three times in a row, and there was a lot of gossip in the village.In addition, he rejected the marriage proposals proposed by several merchants at that time, and the rumors were even fiercer. From time to time, some people asked him what plans he had in the name of concern or persuaded him to start a family and start a business earlier. Zhao Shutong was so disturbed that he didn't want to stay in the village for a while.

Zhao Shutong didn't have much empathy for what happened to the original body.No one speaks behind someone's back, and no one speaks behind that person's back.Such things are inevitable as long as we live in society.

The original body hated this before, and Zhao Shutong himself didn't like it either.But it is not enough to really stay away from these relatives who are connected by blood or sever ties for these reasons.

All I can do is ignore it and not let myself be affected by these rumors.

"Father, I know all of this, and I don't mean to hide that you don't distribute it to the neighbors. Besides, the sweet potatoes were planted right under everyone's noses, so you can't hide it if you want to. But, dad, this good news, You can't tell everyone yet, I plan to ask the Minister's Mansion to come forward and dedicate the sweet potatoes to the emperor." Zhao Shutong said.

"What, you want to dedicate it to the emperor."

The old man Zhao excitedly dropped the kitchen knife that was cutting the shredded sweet potatoes to the ground.

"Father, be more cautious." Zhao Shutong was taken aback. This old man was already old, and when he was happy, he would either cry or throw a kitchen knife. What did he want to do.

The old man Zhao picked up the kitchen knife awkwardly, "Son, you really want to dedicate sweet potatoes to the emperor, will the emperor accept it?"

"Accept, he will be very happy." Zhao Shutong said firmly, "Sweet potatoes are the food of Fanbang. Few of us in Daqi know that it yields 30 catties per mu. If it is dedicated to the emperor and spread throughout the world, At that time, everyone in the world will have an extra guarantee, and maybe they can solve the famine in the Northwest. The sweet potatoes were planted by you and me together, and we can harvest one crop in two months. In places with good weather, it may be possible to plant them three times. We can harvest [-] catties this time. If we plant all the [-] catties of sweet potatoes, we can harvest about [-] million catties, and we can harvest several million catties of grain in one crop."

The old man Zhao was shocked by the figures Zhao Shutong gave as an example. His family would not be able to eat up to several million catties of grain in ten lifetimes.

Old man Zhao felt that he had just lost his mind.

Giving these sweet potatoes to the emperor, let the court breed them, and then distribute them to them will benefit more people than their small-scale planting in a single village.

"Son, if you donate this sweet potato, you won't have to take the imperial examination, and you can become an official directly." Old man Zhao blurted out, he was still worried that his son would not pass the exam.If sweet potatoes were presented, it would be a credit no matter what, and my son would be able to become an official directly, instead of studying hard to pass the exam every night with lights on.

"Father, if I want to be an official, I must be the one I passed the exam. Dad, do you think I still won't pass the exam next time?"

Seeing his son's face turned serious, the old man Zhao thumped, and he accidentally mentioned his son's sore spot. The son was stubborn and insisted on taking the exam by himself, and he was unwilling to take this shortcut. What else could he do? I can continue to support my son, "Son, dad didn't mean that, but I feel sorry for you studying hard. If you want to take the exam, we will keep taking the exam. Until you pass the exam, dad will support you."

Zhao Shutong nodded in satisfaction.