Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Five hundred and ninety-four *jin*. This number had already made most of the people present feel dizzy.

This was truly a case of one *mu* being better than two!

However, the final result had not yet been revealed, and basket after basket of sweet potatoes was still being carried to the scale.

“Six hundred and twenty-two *jin*!”

“Seven hundred and eighty *jin*!”

“Nine hundred and ninety-one *jin*!”

The Jing Emperor was trembling all over.

Not eight hundred *jin*... not eight hundred *jin*! Fang Zheng Yi had actually underestimated it!

Judging from this momentum, breaking a thousand *jin* was a certainty!

The Jing Emperor held a sweet potato in one hand, stroking it vigorously, as if holding his newborn son.

His eyes revealed a captivating brilliance.

A thousand *jin* per *mu*! A thousand *jin* per *mu*! If I possess this, the emperors of the Jing Dynasty... no, all the rulers of the world will pale in comparison to me!

This is a功不世之功 (gōng bù shì zhī gōng)! (unparalleled achievement!)

From this day on, I will be the Emperor of the Ages! A Sage Ruler for all time....

The Jing Emperor looked at the fields, trembling. The farmers in the fields were still digging the ground, sweating profusely. Strings of sweet potatoes were being unearthed from the ground one after another, as if endlessly.

“One thousand one hundred and twenty-three *jin*!!!”

Zhang Dongxiang suddenly knelt down in a daze, looking at the sweet potatoes that were still being transported to the scale, and couldn't help but burst into tears, muttering to himself.

Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao, who were beside him, couldn't help but wipe away their tears.

“Heaven bless my Great Jing, Heaven bless my Great Jing!!” Someone couldn't help but cry out loud.

This atmosphere quickly infected everyone.

What exactly did a yield of over a thousand *jin* per *mu* mean?

One *mu* of land could be used as three *mu*, and the people of the world would no longer have to suffer from hunger and cold.

Everyone has food to eat... For a society based on agriculture, is there a higher pursuit than this?

The people of the world had been hungry for far too long. This painful memory had stretched for thousands of years, until this day.

The fear of hunger was like a brand, deeply imprinted on everyone.

Every year, countless people died of starvation, and the people were always pale and lifeless, like walking corpses.

No one understood this better than Fang Zheng Yi.

In the early days, even though he had made great efforts, he still couldn't save the people around him from starving to death.

Especially as he was the county magistrate, and the people's hopes were placed on him alone, this painful memory was even more unforgettable.

“One thousand five hundred and twenty-seven *jin*!!!”

Fang Zheng Yi's voice also began to become high-pitched, and he couldn't help but be infected by the atmosphere around him.

This number had already exceeded his expectations, but judging from the progress of the work below, it was still not over.

This scene made him couldn't help but be moved.

The Jing Emperor had already ignited!

He felt as if lightning had struck his body, and then his blood was boiling. This intense experience was only felt when he unified the world. Today, he actually experienced it again in this small Peach Blossom Spring County.

The Jing Emperor walked excitedly to Fang Zheng Yi's side, his steps were a little shaky, and he stretched out a big hand and patted Fang Zheng Yi's shoulder hard.

“One thousand six hundred *jin*!”

The frequent reporting of numbers made Fang Zheng Yi's voice a little hoarse.

The harvest in the field had entered its final stage, and the farmers were still constantly searching the ground for the missing sweet potatoes, for fear of affecting the final weighing.

But... everyone was already satisfied.

This was enough, this trip was not in vain, unforgettable in this life.

“One thousand seven hundred and thirty-three *jin*!”

The final result came out. Fang Zheng Yi's statement was still conservative. He had told the Jing Emperor that it was eight hundred *jin*, but now the harvest had almost exceeded one thousand *jin*.

Li Yansong knelt down on the ground with a *pu tong* sound, choking with sobs: “Heaven bless my Great Jing... Your Majesty... my Great Jing Dynasty will last for ten thousand years...”

With so much grain, not only would the people no longer have to suffer from starvation, but the imperial court's army could even be expanded several times!

One *mu* of land exceeded the effect of five *mu* of land, and this achievement alone had already far surpassed the predecessors!

“From today onwards, there will be no more famine in my Great Jing, all thanks to the protection of Heaven and the blessing of Your Majesty!”

Fang Zheng Yi took a breath of cold air, you old thing actually stole my lines?

Before he could think of adding a few more sentences.

The rest of the people knelt down in the same way, crying and laughing, and rainbow farts spewed out.

Fang Zheng Yi was dumbfounded, and then felt very angry.

A bunch of bootlickers, I look down on you!

The Jing Emperor looked at the kneeling crowd on the ground, raised his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming his excited mood.

He opened his eyes again and looked at the basket of sweet potatoes in front of Fang Zheng Yi, and said seriously: “How is this thing eaten? Can it be used as a staple food?”

Fang Zheng Yi nodded: “Yes! Not only can it be used as a staple food, but it can also be eaten in various ways. It can be fried, stir-fried, steamed, or fried. It tastes good no matter how you make it, and it is much better than the yellow rice and brown rice that the people eat!”

What staple food or not.

The people who suffer from famine are not considered human beings. As long as it is not poisonous and can be digested, it can be a staple food!

However, although sweet potatoes taste pretty good at first, eating them for a long time may not be as good as yellow rice and brown rice. Eating too much will make you sick...

But fortunately, starch can also be extracted to make sweet potato flour, so there is absolutely no problem in using it as a staple food!

Moreover, the people's imagination is endless, and they can always think of various ways to match and prepare new flavors. Fang Zheng Yi did not doubt this at all.

The Jing Emperor breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and joy kept湧动 (yǒng dòng) (welling up) in his heart, and he nodded repeatedly and said: “Good! Fang Qing, you have made a great contribution by offering this divine object! With you, I have less to worry about, good! Really good!”

He picked up the sweet potato in the basket and stroked it again, and couldn't help but smell it: “This thing is really a treasure of the world... If I had known about this thing earlier, I would be willing to exchange all my private treasury for this Prosperous Age Sweet Potato.”

Fang Zheng Yi was excited: “Really?”

“Hmm!?”

“.........”

Damn! Hypocritical!

Fang Zheng Yi suddenly felt a chill in his neck. He was excited when he heard about the private treasury. The emperor must have a lot of money in private! It's unimaginable!

Then he quickly said diligently: “Your Majesty! Now that we have witnessed the birth of this thing today, why not take some back and let everyone taste the taste of this Prosperous Age Sweet Potato together.”

The Jing Emperor smiled and said: “Good! Good! I am looking forward to it very much. Take some of these Prosperous Age Sweet Potatoes and cook them, and pull the rest back to the Imperial Estate! You also send a few people back with me, and all the land in the Imperial Estate must be planted with this thing!”

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and happily got into the car, holding two sweet potatoes in his hands.

Li Yuanzhao also walked over to Fang Zheng Yi with an excited face: “Lao Fang! I didn’t expect that this sweet....”

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Zheng Yi quickly covered his mouth.

Good fellow, if you leak the name here, won't my name be for nothing?

Then he pushed Li Yuanzhao away and walked straight to Li Miaohan, smiling and said: “Your Highness, this Prosperous Age Sweet Potato tastes especially sweet. If Your Highness likes to eat it later, I will send more to the Mingluan Palace.”

Li Yuanzhao called out dissatisfiedly behind him: “I want to eat too! Why don’t you send it to the East Palace!”

“Eat! I’ll give you some to eat! Eat big pieces!”

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