That place...after all, it is poor mountains and bad waters.

At least... this is Sun Chengzong's perception.

All the officials held their breath at this time and stared at Zhu Youjian one by one, of course they looked like they couldn't believe it.

Emperor Tianqi was also confused, as if he was listening to a heavenly book.

Only Zhang Jingyi's heart beat wildly, and he suddenly realized... this time, he had a real success.

What does success mean?

Is it just changing the country's destiny?

The Zhang family’s fortune has changed.

It's like... you bought a large area of ​​wasteland, this wilderness... it's almost worthless, but suddenly someone told you that it's going to be a big development here, the subway needs to be built, and the government needs to be moved...

Damn...

This is a kind of... happiness comes so quickly that Zhang Jing can't accept it for a while.

But...be calm at this time, be calm...

He lowered his head and wanted to be happy several times, so he buried his head lower.

Emperor Tianqi said at this time: "Yizhouwei... can grow grain... how many kilograms can it produce per mu?"

"If wet wheat is 270 kilograms, if it is dried, remove the shell... I can guarantee that 120 kilograms are absolutely available."

In the Ming Dynasty, one pound was sixteen taels, so the ancients often said that half a pound was eight taels. This means that half a pound was not the modern pound to the modern pound, but in ancient times, half a pound was eight taels.

If every 20 to 37 grams of grams is converted into later generations, it will be nearly 150 kilograms.

One hundred and fifty kilograms, in the north... it is already a grain that can only be grown on relatively fertile land.

Even if it is ruled out that King Xin Zhu Youjian took good care of him and applied a lot of fertilizer, at least... there may be 120 kilograms.

This statement is enough to make all officials feel uproar.

"Hundred and twenty kilograms?" Sun Chengzong frowned: "This is impossible... How could such a thing happen in the world... Even the guards in Yizhou can cultivate such a yield per mu. Wouldn't that be close to the wheat yield in Henan? This Henan is a fertile land."

plump...is plump...

Zhang Jing complained in her heart, but it was much worse than my Northeastern one...

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Chapter completed!