Absolutely impossible.

Liu Chan really didn't believe that the yield of the rice he planted could reach such a high level.

After identifying the person, Liu Chan hurriedly got up and ran over. The rice had already been loaded onto the carriage.

A total of two cars were loaded.

Liu Chan suddenly frowned.

"That's not much." Liu Chan looked at the two carriages and muttered in confusion: "This is definitely not more than a thousand kilograms."

At this time, the people watching were already terrified, and their eyes widened.

"My dear."

"Nine and a half stones per acre."

"This is equivalent to three times ours."

"Yeah!"

"It's so scary!"

"…"

The people were talking in horror. They had predicted before that Liu Chan's rice yield would definitely be higher than theirs.

That was because they had seen before that the rice grown by the emperor was much stronger than theirs in terms of growth and earing.

But!

He definitely never thought about it.

This acre of paddy field can harvest nine and a half shi of grain, and they only have a good year. If one acre can harvest three shi of grain, they will be satisfied.

Nine and a half stones.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this can only happen in myths and legends, and it is impossible to happen in the real world.

But now this kind of thing has happened, and they have seen it with their own eyes.

This is not a myth, this is not a legend.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

After the people were frightened and excited, they all knelt down on the ground and shouted long live in unison.

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