"You are wrong. Mr. Zhuang produced eight stones of grain in one acre of land last year. I heard that the grain grown by Mr. Zhuang was as white as jade and as big as gravel. It was sold well in Xianyang City, as if it was sold for 100 taels per dou!"

"The hand of Mr. Zhuang is really a hand of miracle!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhuang's skills are so hard to reach!"

Many farming experts were discussing it, thinking that crops could not grow for many seasons. As for whether they could grow several times of grain, these farming experts discussed Zhuang Lao, and their eyes were full of envy and jealousy when they looked at Zhuang Lao.

It is no secret that Zhuang Lao's land was growing eight stones of grain in two years, so most people know it very well.

As the first in the world, Zhang Feizi was surprised when he heard the comments of these farming masters. One acre of land and eight stones of grain? This is four times the output of ordinary fertile land. This is so amazing. When Zhang Feizi thought of this, he looked at Zhuang Lao sitting at the end.

As the left prime minister, he had a lot of troubles and had no idea about the specific situation of farming among the people, nor did he know any farming master. He only sent someone to invite him because of his subordinates. Therefore, he only knew in advance that these farming masters were very famous and did not know what they could do. For example, he didn't know that Mr. Zhuang could produce eight stones of grain on one acre of land.

He was not optimistic about this matter and immediately had hope. If he did this well, his Majesty would be happy first, and the Qin Dynasty would no longer be afraid of food crisis. He might also remove his word "left" and only the word "Prime Minister".

Mr. Zhuang, who was sitting at the end, heard the discussion of these farming masters, became unconscious and felt sad. He also looked sad on his face. He thought to himself, what should he do if the Zuo Prime Minister forced him to tell the truth?

If the court really wants to force itself, then let the secret be broken!

Mr. Zhuang decided to pay attention and would rather die than tell the truth!

After making up his mind, Mr. Zhuang's expression became firm, but what he didn't know was that his nervousness and sadness just now were all seen by Zhang Feizi. Mr. Zhuang was a villain after all, and Zhang Feizi stayed in the officialdom for a lifetime. His eyesight to observe people's colors is not comparable to ordinary people. No matter how good the emotions are, he can't escape his sharp and sophisticated eyes.

But although Zhang Feizi noticed Mr. Zhuang’s strangeness, he did not expose it. Instead, he pretended to know nothing and asked: “Can Mr. Zhuang really make one acre of land grow eight stones of grain?”

After the words came, Mr. Zhuang immediately stood up from his seat, bent down expressionlessly and bowed to the compilation and salutation and replied: "The grass-roots can indeed make eight stones of grain grow on one acre of land, but it requires long-term careful care. If you slack a little, you will not be able to succeed!"

"This kind of work must not only be careful, but also very complicated. Only the grass people know how to operate it, and it is difficult to teach others. Because the grass people are old and cannot cultivate surplus good land, they can only plant one acre of land!"

Hearing this, Zhang Feizi remained silent, but couldn't help laughing in his heart, because he only asked Mr. Zhuang about the truth or falsehood of this matter, but he didn't ask if he could teach others, nor if he could have multiple acres of land. However, Mr. Zhuang himself said it impatiently.

This is enough to show that Mr. Zhuang has a secret in his heart and is unwilling to share it, so he wants to use this sentence to block the next question.

"That's such a pity!" Zhang Feizi shook his head and sighed with regret!

Mr. Zhuang carefully looked up at Zhang Feizi. Seeing that Zhang Feizi didn't notice him, he sat back on his seat with confidence.

"Prime Minister Zuo, it is impossible for the crops you mentioned to grow in multiple seasons. As for whether one acre of land can grow a little more grain, this is indeed possible. But the grass people can only make a few buckets of grain per acre of land, and it requires a long time of care. If this method is promoted on a large scale, it is not worth it. Therefore, the grass people are powerless and powerless in this matter!" An old man over 60 stood up from his seat and said with regret.

"Yeah yeah!"

"It's a pity that Mr. Zhuang's method cannot be promoted, otherwise it would be worth it even if it uses a lot of manpower!"

The other farming experts nodded in agreement, and some regretted that Zhuang Lao's method could not be promoted.

Zhang Feizi pressed his hand to the old man who was over 60 years old who stood up and signaled him to sit down. Seeing this, the latter took his seat obediently. Then Zhang Feizi said to everyone earnestly: "The price of grain on the market is now 60 cents per stone, which is already very low, but Your Majesty is not satisfied!"

"Just in the morning of this day, Your Majesty also mentioned this matter specifically and told us officials that the goal of the Qin Dynasty was to limit the price of grain to ten cents per stone, so that the people of the Qin Dynasty would become real people who have no worries about food and clothing. Yesterday's food was too much to be eaten, so you could just abandon it without saving it, creating an unprecedented prosperous scene!"

"But forcibly suppressing grain prices will only backfire and will make many people unwilling to farm, so they can only find ways to make crops more than a few seasons, or acre of land grow several times the grain. In this way, even if the interests of the people are not lost, the food price can be lowered, which is a solution for both!"

"It's a pity that there are no such crops in the world, so I can only regret it. Okay, that's all I said. If you have nothing to do, you can go home!"

"Your Majesty loves the people as much as his son. It's a pity that we and the people cannot share your worries. It's a pity that you're sorry!"

"I hate you, I hate you for being incompetent. If you can share your worries for Your Majesty, you will be lucky in three lives, and you will never regret death!"

"We old guys are useless. We finally had the opportunity to use this to help His Majesty share his worries, but we can't share his worries. Alas~"

Many old people sighed and felt regretful about this, while Mr. Zhuang was expressionless and indifferent. Mr. Zhuang was always stared at by Zhang Feizi. Seeing Mr. Zhuang was indifferent, Zhang Feizi knew that what he said just now had turned into nonsense.

He also wanted to move Mr. Zhuang and let Mr. Zhuang tell the truth himself.

It seems that there is a need to change the way.

After a while, everyone left the court one after another. Mr. Zhuang was the first to leave. He walked very quickly, looking guilty. Zhang Feizi felt guilty when he saw Mr. Zhuang leaving, and was even more sure that what Mr. Zhuang said just now was a lie and there was definitely a big secret.

After everyone left for a while, Zhang Feizi shouted softly at the outside of the hall: "Here is someone!"

After the words came, a soldier quickly walked into the hall, bent down with a respectful expression and wrote: "Here!"

"Go to the Censorate and ask the Censor Chang to come to the Left Prime Minister's Mansion and tell him that the minister has important matters to talk about!" Zhang Feizi looked at the officers and soldiers with a solemn expression and said.

"As for the order!" The officers and soldiers responded with great force, and turned around and left.

PS: "Please order all!"
Chapter completed!