She bowed to Emperor Wenyuan in a regular manner.

"The emperor's wife-in-law doesn't have to be too polite. If she is not in the palace, she will not be treated as a palace ritual."

Shen Qingci rolled his eyes in his heart, I believe you, a ghost.

Emperor Wen Yuan coughed lightly, knowing that he was a little too abrupt when he came this time, so it was really embarrassing.

The sweet potatoes that Mrs. Huang just mentioned are that new food?

Well, Shen Qingci knew the importance of sweet potatoes to the Great Zhou Dynasty, but he didn't expect that Emperor Wenyuan could not hold it in, so he came over by himself.

"How much can the yield per mu be?"

Emperor Wenyuan couldn't help but rub his hands. This made him even more excited than the last time Xuecai. There is nothing in this world that makes people more excited than food and clothing. Whether they can be famous for all ages and become the emperor of the ages depends on what he left for the people?

He also wanted to be the emperor of this eternal life, and he also wanted the people to remember his achievements and achievements.

"Acre yield?" Shen Qingci frowned slightly. If this is the case, it should be feasible to have a yield of 5,000 kilograms per mu. The sweet potatoes grown in Daliang are almost the same, with a yield of about 4,000 kilograms per mu.

So it should be the same number.

"Four thousand jin?"

Emperor Wen Yuan exclaimed in surprise, and then he also discovered his loss of composure and quickly coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.

Can that really earn 4,000 kilograms?

"It may be ten thousand jin."

Shen Qingci was not joking with her, because according to the sweet potatoes she and Luo Hengwu this time, the yield per mu is 10,000 kilograms, which they carefully planted. Therefore, whether it is land, water, or fertilizer, it is excellent, and it is not surprising that they can earn 10,000 kilograms. But if they rely on the weather to make a living, it should be more than 4,000 kilograms. If they encounter a good year again, it may be 10,000 kilograms.

Even if it is just that kind of ordinary sand, there will be no less sweet potatoes grown.

Emperor Wen Yuan pulled up his sleeves, and was very unpromising, wiping the cold sweat on his head again and again.

He has seen such a big storm and waves. This throne can be said to have come from other people's blood and corpses, but it is not as rude as it is today.

The cold sweat on this head fell like a lack of money.

A high yield of four or five thousand kilograms may be ten thousand gold. What kind of immortal thing is this?

If this is true, then he will no longer be the people who starve to death after the New Sunday.

“Where is it?”

He rubbed his hands, and now he couldn't wait to see the sweet potatoes.

"Didn't you see it?"

Shen Qingci doesn't believe it, he hasn't seen it before?

Luo Hengli had already gone to court, so of course, he had to inform Emperor Yu Wenyuan first about this sweet potato.

And if Emperor Wenyuan had not known about this, how could he come here in person?

Have seen it.

Emperor Wenyuan couldn't help but cough again, "I'm just a little unintuitive, so I want to see more, let's see." He stopped talking about me, but used me to know how much he cared about this matter. Only by betting on the past with his own eyes can he truly believe in this kind of thing that yields a hundred gold or even ten thousand gold per mu.

Don't blame him for so many things, just because it's too surprising.

The Great Zhou Dynasty has been around for hundreds of years, but it is not right. There has never been a species in these dynasties, so he was surprised and shocked, and he couldn't believe it was here.

Then can I take a look?

He was just afraid that hearing is false, seeing is true, so he came here specially, just to see sweet potatoes with his own eyes. Is it really true as Luo Hengli said, and can be so productive and so hungry.

"Isn't the lord here just for this?"

Shen Qingci now revenges those who steal her sweet potatoes. If it were someone else, she would definitely kick the person out with one kick. The farther she kicked the better.

But whoever asked this to be the emperor, no matter how she did, she would give the emperor face and take care of his identity.

Emperor Wenyuan touched his nose again. He knew that Shen Qingci treated sweet potatoes as his life, but now these sweet potatoes are not only her life, but also the lives of many people, so he did not mention anything else and ignored it. But today, he must see those sweet potatoes.

"Please, please."

Shen Qingci stretched out his hand and asked Emperor Wenyuan to invite him first, which also gave Emperor Wenyuan enough face.

Emperor Wenyuan nodded slightly and walked out.

Soon after, they were already standing in the ice cellar of the Shuo Palace. The ice cellar of the Shuo Palace is unique. It is only available in the entire capital. The temperature is extremely low all year round. In summer, it is convenient to get ice. It can be said that it is a trick to dig up some things. No matter why it is produced, it is here.

When Luohengyou established the Shuo Palace, a big reason might be that there was a natural ice cellar here, that is, because of this ice cellar, it was much more convenient. At least, they could store more things.

Many of the spices made by Shen Qingci are also stored here.

At this time, there were two piles of sweet potatoes in a huge ice cellar. The big ones were as big as five or six kilograms, and the small ones were also many.

Although Emperor Wenyuan said that he had seen sweet potatoes and was brought by Luo Henglu for a special trip today, he thought that this was the biggest one that Luo Henglu took out, but now he knew it.

Luo Henglu was afraid that he just took some of it from it and brought it into the palace, where there were even bigger ones.

He couldn't help but walk over, stretched out his hand, picked up a sweet potato, and it felt heavy. He felt a little heavy when he held it with both hands. And he believed it now, and what Shen Qing said just now must be true.

These sweet potatoes can really produce thousands of kilograms per mu. Only one of them has reached five or six kilograms, and how many of them are there in a bunch?

He carefully put down the sweet potato, and his eyes were brightened.

Shen Qingci stood aside and rubbed his hands in a cold way. How long will he stay here? She is about to freeze to death, and what can I see? When it will take him to his palace and sleep with him.

As soon as Emperor Wenyuan turned around, he found the resentment in Shen Qingci's eyes and her cold and slightly white face. He couldn't help but touch his nose.

"Let's go up first."

Not to mention Shen Qingci, even himself is trembling with coldness now.

Shen Qingci was still there, waiting for Emperor Wenyuan to go out first.
Chapter completed!