Daqin: I Want to Be a Powerful Minister, but the First Emperor Actually Passed The Throne to Me

The setting sun casts a mild and bright red light at the end of the sky, the fertile soil on the ground is fragrant, and half of the earthworms walk under the soil and sweet potato leaves.

Lao Zhao excitedly followed Zhao Yu to the sweet potato field. Zhao Yu found some of the thickest rhizomes of the sweet potato and stretched out his hand to pull it up!

The soil broke open, and seven or eight sweet potatoes were pulled out with their rhizomes attached, which were also stained with the yellow soil.

Lao Zhao immediately took down a half-ripe sweet potato and weighed it in his hand. It weighed about a pound.

The sweet potatoes on this stem and leaf add up to more than seven or eight pounds!

In fact, if the sweet potato is fully mature, this sweet potato is at least seven or eight pounds at the bottom!

Seeing this, Lao Zhao was looking at the sweet potatoes in the sweet potato field, and his eyes instantly became rosy!

At this moment, he has fully believed that this thing can indeed yield 5,000 catties per mu!

Zhao Yu dug up a few more potatoes. These potatoes were stunted, but full of size!

A little to say is also half a catty!

Zhao Yu estimated that the yield of 2,000 catties per mu is still less.

See in sweet potatoes and potatoes, really yield so plentiful!

Qin Shihuang's eyes seemed to have a few drops of sand in them, but he couldn't wipe them clean.

Daqin takes farming very seriously!

The fertile land cultivated by each commoner is about 100 mu. Calculated by the yield of 200 catties per mu, each Daqin commoner can cultivate 20,000 catties of grain.

Excluding the impact of natural disasters such as major droughts and floods, in fact, the annual output of each 100 mu of fertile farmland is only about 15,000 catties.

This is still in the most ideal situation.

But now, if there is this sweet potato, one hundred acres of fertile land, with a yield of five thousand catties per mu, and a common person can cultivate for two seasons, the annual grain output can reach one million catties!

How terrifying is this?

Even if sweet potatoes are only planted in two or three counties in Daqin, it is enough to supply the food of the entire Daqin people!

In this way, there will be no famine in the world!

When Lao Wang saw the production of sweet potatoes and potatoes with his own eyes, he was even more red-eyed, and gave up his sword to avoid hurting Xiangrui.

He squatted directly in the soil, desperately digging in the soil with his hands like a madman, even ignoring the blood digging out between his fingernails.

After a while, Lao Wang dug out a few half-ripe sweet potatoes, and a few teardrops fell silently on his wrinkled face under the setting sun.

"This thing... really yields 5,000 catties per mu!"

Wang Jian's voice was choked, but he still tried his best to maintain his composure, "This thing is called the auspiciousness of the fairy family!"

Meng Yi's situation was not much better, holding the sweet potatoes and potatoes dug up by Zhao Yu and Wang Jian in both hands, and his clothes were covered in dirt.

Even so, he couldn't hide the excitement and excitement in his eyes!

Lao Wang looked at the sweet potatoes and potatoes, his voice was very firm, and said to Zhao Yu: "Old Yu, if you dedicate your sweet potatoes and potatoes to His Majesty, within three years, Da Qin can use his troops to kill the Huns!"

Thinking of the barbarian on the horse, there was a burst of blood in Wang Jian's eyes!

Once upon a time, he once fought against the Huns on the border of Zhao State, and the brutality of the Huns makes Wang Jian still fresh in his memory!

Qin Shi Huang walked in front of Zhao Yu, suddenly bowed his body, bowed respectfully to Zhao Yu, and said solemnly: "With this farm, in less than a year, I will have no more hungry people in Great Qin! I thank you for the people of the world. !"

Qin Shihuang's worship shocked Wang Jian and Meng Tian instantly!

But when they wanted to stop it, it was too late!

Qin Shihuang's worship is extremely honorable!

Those who are not of great merit and sages are not qualified to be worshipped!

Wang Jian and Meng Yi thought of the achievements of sweet potatoes and potatoes to Daqin, so they settled for a moment.

The first emperor's worship, Zhao Yu is responsible for it!

Seeing that Lao Zhao was so polite, Zhao Yu quickly said: "Lao Zhao, you don't have to be polite. When this thing is mature, it might be a good idea to find a way to send it to Qin Shihuang."

Looking at the wide field, Zhao Yu's back was a little lonely in the evening, and he sighed, "Unfortunately, I still have too few fields, if only I could have more fields."

Zhao Yu's words were actually just unintentional words, but in the ears of the Big Three of Qin, it was definitely not that simple!

The three giants of the Great Qin Dynasty, how clever are the waves of orange clouds in the courtroom, strong winds and big waves!

Naturally, Zhao Yu was implying that they wanted land!

Privately buying and selling land, in Daqin, will be beheaded!

Although the Qin Dynasty had a private land system, every farmer had to pay taxes to the state.

The land system of the Qin Dynasty was actually state-owned land.

Especially in Xianyang, where every inch of land is so precious, it is almost impossible for civilians to buy and sell without permission!

However, what surprised Qin Shihuang, Wang Jian, and Meng Yi was that Zhao Yu's land was neither big nor small!

There are more than 100 acres!

The question is, Zhao Yu seems to have only one person at the moment. If you give Zhao Yu more land, will Zhao Yu finish farming?

With doubts, Qin Shihuang took a step closer to Zhao Yu and said slowly: "Old Yu, I have some connections in Xianyang, and I can help you get land."

Hearing this, Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little stunned, how difficult it was to get land in Daqin.

It can be seen from the soldiers who would rather carry their heads to fight on the battlefield and win the title!

Daqin's land, the best way to get it is to use your life to blog!

Moreover, this place is at the foot of the emperor, the capital of Daqin, Xianyang City!

Lao Zhao actually said that he could get the land?

At this moment, Lao Yu couldn't help but look at Lao Zhao with admiration.

"It seems that you are quite capable, Lao Zhao." Zhao Yu smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't take too much, just give me another 100 acres."

"One hundred acres?" Hearing this, not only Lao Zhao, but even Wang Jian was surprised.

Zhao Yu only needs one person to cultivate more than 200 acres of land. Is he really busy?

Qin Shihuang lowered his voice and said, "I can also help you get a hundred acres. It's just Lao Yu, you want so much land, can you finish farming it alone?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yu smiled lightly, and gently took out a curved plough from the corner of the field, and said, "Don't say a hundred acres, another thousand acres, with this curved plough, I am still busy here!"

"Quyuanli?" Seeing the Quyuanli in Zhao Yu's hands, the three of Lao Zhao stared at the Quyuanli with doubts in their hearts. *