I’m Almost At Immortal Ascension, You Say You Want Me To Be The Prince?

Li Shimin shook his head in disappointment.

"But so!"

"Hey, Lao Li, don't look down on this stuff, it's a good thing."

"Oh? Why do you see it?"

"The yield is 50 shi per mu, have you ever heard of it?"

"The yield per mu is only 50...Wait, what did you just say?"

"I said, this thing yields 50 shi per mu."

Li Shimin immediately shook his body, the kind of buzzing shock.

"Wait, you will wait, 50 shi? Yield per mu?"

In ancient times, one stone was approximately equal to 120 jin, and 50 stone was 6 thousand jin.

Datang is now the best Shangtian, and the yield per mu of planted grain is only three to four hundred catties.

Then suddenly someone stepped up and told Li Shimin that potatoes can produce at least 6 kilojin per mu.

Can Li Shimin calm down?

Regarding the yield of potatoes per mu, Li Mu also said through the old hearsay. Some people also said that it can yield 10,000 catties per mu. Li Mu did not dare to praise this Haikou, so he made a compromise, saying that 50 shi, which is 6 kilo catties.

"Really?"

"hold head high!"

"You said that this potato is something of a foreigner, how did you get it?"

"Uh... I bought it from a merchant."

Li Mu casually found an excuse to prevaricate, can't tell him that it was sent by the system!

"What about the Husband?"

"Nowhere."

"..."

Li Shimin picked up a potato and looked at it carefully. The brown skin was slightly pitted, and it looked mediocre.

That's it? 50 shi per mu?

Li Shimin had an incredible expression on his face. It was obvious that he was skeptical.

Li Mu: "..." (with a serious face)

"This food is called potatoes?"

"hold head high."

"Potato? The name is a bit more ordinary."

"Left and right are no more than one name. If you think of the earth, you can call it Celestial Silkworm Potatoes!"

"Ceremonial Silkworm Potatoes? Well, that's a good name, it sounds awesome."

The corner of Li Mu's mouth twitched, and he secretly said that Lao Li would learn to use it, and the word "niubi" is very subtle!

After pondering for a while, Li Shimin continued to ask, "How long does it take to grow this potato grain?"

"Fast is January, and slow is March."

"January!"

Li Shimin's chicken froze instantly, but obviously he selectively ignored the slow time.

"This thing depends on the variety of old plums. Some are early-maturing and some are late. It cannot be generalized. Also, the yield per mu is also related to fertilizer and geology. Don't take it for granted!"

"Then are your potatoes cooked now?"

Obviously, Li Shimin wanted to personally verify it to see if it is exactly as Li Mu said, with a yield of 50 shi per mu.

"It's not time yet, half a month later, look at these dug out potatoes, they are still relatively small."

"Well, after half a month, I will definitely come over and witness it myself."

"welcome any time."

...

About an hour later.

"Come on!"

"Broiled pork ribs."

"Sour and spicy potato shreds."

"Corn bone soup."

"And sweet potatoes."

...

Seeing the dazzling array of dishes on the table, Li Shimin was stunned and couldn't help swallowing.

"This is pork meat?" Li Shimin asked in astonishment, pointing to the plate of braised pork ribs.

"Yes, Lao Li, take a bite and promise it's delicious."

Li Shimin was hesitant, and he dared not put down his chopsticks for a long time.

In ancient times, pork was a cheap meat, and it tasted really bad, fishy and bashful, not to mention rich people, even ordinary people didn't eat it.

But Fu Bo, who was next to him, quickly picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Then he chewed.

While eating, he said vaguely, "It's delicious, delicious..."

"Hey, Lao Li, sit down and have a meal!"

Li Shimin was a bit at a loss. According to Datang tradition, when eating, he should eat separately.

That is, one person, one small table, and then kneeling down.

How can anyone sit around and eat together like Li Mu? It's not compliant!

And this seat is so strange, too exaggerated.

According to the rules, you have to sit on your knees in formal occasions, or sit in serious condition.

This... is really insulting to gentleness!

Li Shimin pondered for a while, but finally shook his head helplessly.

Forget it, let the guest do whatever the host wants, and it's just like going to the village to do what the customs do.

I don't know what this kid has experienced over the years since his brain broke down, and his behavior is different from ordinary people.

After Li Shimin sat down, he took a mouthful of braised pork ribs and put it in his mouth.

Um?

good to eat!

There is no fishy smell at all.

Another pinch of hot and sour potato shreds.

Uh-huh? ?

This tastes so special!

The aftertaste is endless, damn it!

Take another spoonful of corn bones.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ? ?

This is too fragrant!

Can't help but drank several sips.

Another bite of sweet potatoes.

Damn it!

It's so soft and sweet!

"This... you did all these things?"

"Ang, is it delicious?"

"Ok... delicious, but how do you do it?"

"For example, how did you make this pork meat so delicious? There is no fishy smell at all, and..."

"Don’t be six, Lao Li, I’ll tell you, these are my unique secret recipes, which are reserved for making big money in the future. I will let you because you and my dead ghost father are brothers. Knowledgeable."

"..."

"If you want to know, after eating, I will show you."

"..."

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