The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Li Deju was also very excited, but even though he heard the words "good baby", he felt that it was very appropriate.

However, I feel that this adjective seems to be too vulgar, almost like a special adjective for bandits and bandits who rob houses.

Just when Li Dezhen was trembling with excitement, he was short of words for a while, so he could only nod his head in agreement.

"It must be a good baby..."

Then he felt his right arm tighten, and Cheng Sanlang, who was standing on the other side of him, grabbed him.

Cheng Sanlang's sonorous and powerful voice suddenly sounded.

"Brother De Prize, do you still remember that the three crops of rice you brought back before can produce between seven and seven and a half stones of rice in one year."

"In terms of conversion, one mu of land is rotated three times a year, and you can get 600 catties of rice... only 600?"

"And the potatoes in front of me can produce more than 4,000 catties in one season..."

Speaking of this, Cheng Sanlang couldn't help but turned his head, looked at Li Deju, a prodigal son who liked to be a fool and disliked his family for many years, and showed a kind smile.

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Thanks to Datang, there are desperadoes like Li Deju, who dare to go out and make troubles for the sake of fame.

It is precisely because of their adventurous spirit that they were able to bring these high-yielding crops back to the Tang Dynasty a thousand years in advance.

Seeing Cheng Sanlang's smile, Li Deju made the guy's hairs stand on end with that weird smile, and quickly flung his hands away from the old man.

"I said, dear brother, can you stop laughing at brother Wei like this."

"Brother De Prize, thanks to you and your gang of brothers..."

Cheng Chubi raised his finger and pointed forward, this vast experimental field, except for the potatoes that could already be harvested.

And the corn that is about to ripen, and the sweet potatoes that are still a while away.

"With such high-yield crops, my Tang Dynasty will no longer have to worry about food shortages."

And not far away, all the sunflowers have bent down and are about to be harvested, and the tomatoes are already red and green.

There are also those peppers, which are also showing a festive red color like flames at this moment. There are also those golden or dark green pumpkins that complement each other.

The fruits of peanuts are still buried deep in the ground, quietly absorbing nutrients, and they will be harvested by hardworking farmers in the near future.

The autumn trees are already dyed golden. And the red, yellow, and green colors of these crops make people feel more and more that this autumn harvest day looks so gorgeous and colorful.

The excitement gradually passed away, and Cheng Sanlang and others focused on looking at the farmland that was being harvested by the farmers in full swing.

Looking at those farmers, although they were already sweating, everyone's eyes seemed to be shining.

There are even some old farmers who don't know what sad things in the past have been touched. At this moment, they are wiping their tears while struggling to pull the soil in the field.

Pull out the potatoes one by one from the inside, and carefully put them into the swollen sack beside him.

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"Bring it over when it's full. How many catties does this bag weigh? Fifty-three catties and four taels of money."

"Take it away and mark it. No one is allowed to open all the sacks. They are all categorized and placed over there..."

"This is bag No. 37, give it to me, it's right here."

At this moment, there are people harvesting in the field, and there are also a large number of people busy on the edge of the field.

As more and more potatoes were unearthed, they were put into sacks, carried to a large scale for weighing, and then gathered aside.

The nearby farmers, as well as some common people who passed by the official road not far away, all gathered towards this side by coincidence.

"You said those are all potatoes harvested from this mu of land? What is that..."

"You said it is a staple food, just like rice and wheat, a staple food that can be eaten?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could it be possible to produce so much staple food per acre of land? Could it be that the sacks are filled with this mud..."

"How is it possible, I saw them pull out this yellow ball from the mud with my own eyes... look at you over there..."

"It's so round and yellowish, why do I think it looks like a goose egg or something."

"That thing can really be a staple food?"

"Don't believe me, Dudu Cheng said that just now, and I heard it with my own ears."

"Cheng Dudu said? Ouch... Well, these sacks are too many, if they are all balls, this mu of land will be worth a thousand catties."

"Up to a thousand catties? Ha, as you can see, how much has been harvested. I estimate that there must be more than two thousand catties."

"Be good at the goose. If the staple food is just over two thousand catties, isn't that one acre of dry land enough to feed a family of three?"

"This, this is not a dream..."

Just as the people and farmers who had gathered around were discussing, they heard the angry yelling from the other side again.

"Bag No. 43, weighing fifty-seven catties and eighty-two-seven dollars, take it away quickly..."

"It's already more than two thousand catties..." At this moment, such a number popped up in everyone's mind.

With the yelling of the person shouting the scales, the original hustle and bustle of discussion gradually stopped, and everyone seemed to want to listen attentively and hear more numbers.

When the harvesting of this mu of land was coming to an end, Wang Xuance, Xu Jingzong and other civil and military personnel from Liaodong Prefecture almost gathered here.

They all looked at the bulging sack that was almost piled up like a hill in shock.

Fortunately, Cheng Sanlang had already ordered a team of Tang Dynasty elites to come here to maintain order.

Otherwise, Cheng Sanlang was really afraid that those excited onlookers might **** all those potatoes.

Cheng Sanlang had already stood beside the large scale, beside the student of Cheng's university who was acting as the recorder, watching the other party blushing with excitement and writing down numbers one after another.

Add up the numbers one after another...

There is another steward next to him, who is also recording the numbers, and Xia is using the abacus in his hand to add up, in order to prevent any omissions.

Finally, there are fewer and fewer farmers in the field, and some farmers even have less than one sack in their hands.

But in the field, I couldn't get any new harvest, so I could only walk to the weighing platform amidst the urging voice of the steward at the edge of the field.

"The ninety-eighth bag weighs eighteen catties and five taels of money..."

"any left?"

"I have a few more here..."

"The ninety-ninth bag~www.wuxiaspot.com~ weighs three catties, three, two, four dollars..."

"It's gone, it's gone..."

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on the two people who were counting.

"One sack weighs four taels, and ninety-nine bags weigh thirty-nine catties and six taels..."

"Is there any result..."

At this moment, the students from the Agricultural College of Cheng's University and the manager of the Hantang Commercial Bank compared the various results obtained, and smiled at each other.

Finally, the steward stood up, swept the crowd around him, and took a deep breath.

"Potatoes per mu, a total of five thousand one hundred and thirty-four catties and seven taels of money..."

This series of numbers was spit out by the steward who exhausted all his strength.

It exploded in everyone's ears in an instant, and everyone was stunned...