Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

Relying on the hard work of the farmers in Daqin, the food for the entire empire was supplied.

Even Zhao Gao and Li Si, who were originally the old gods, became serious.

New food is a major event related to the fate of the country!

No kidding!

"How is the food habit? Is it delicious? How much can one acre of land harvest?"

Although Qin Shihuang is the lord of the Great Qin, he also has an understanding of these farming and mulberry matters.

Zhao Lang returned with a smile,

"Father, this potato likes to be cool. It can be planted two or three times a year, depending on the temperature."

"It can be planted two or three times a year."

Hearing this, Qin Shihuang took a breath, and said in disbelief,

"really!"

It can be planted two to three times a year and harvested in three months.

With the most hardworking people in the world, this kind of food is simply a match made in heaven!

"How much grain can that one mu harvest?"

Qin Shihuang asked a little nervously.

"Eight hundred catties."

Zhao Lang calculated it in his heart, and didn't dare to talk too much, otherwise he would look like a cheap daddy.

If the discrepancy is too large, it is estimated that it will be pissed off.

Qin Shihuang's body shook violently, but Zhao Gao couldn't help crying out,

"Eight hundred catties!"

Zhao Gao is the order of Zhongshu, who assisted Qin Shihuang in handling government affairs, and also has an understanding of people's livelihood.

In ordinary fields, one mu of land can harvest four to five hundred catties of grain, which is already a bumper harvest!

Eight hundred catties!

It can also be planted two or three times a year, which is simply a miracle!

Zhao Lang looked at the faces of these people and said,

"How many catties can be produced, don't we know after digging?"

Everyone nodded immediately, an acre of land was neither big nor small.

But with so many people, it's not that big of a deal.

Qin Shihuang's mind moved slightly, and he wanted to do it himself.

He drew a small area directly and said,

"It's up to me and your two uncles to dig here."

To know the yield, it is not necessary to dig this acre of land.

They still know the truth of knowing everything at a glance.

Soon, the whole field was busy.

The field has been loosened, so the potatoes can be easily dug out along the seedlings with hands.

Zhao Lang looked at the oval lumps of different sizes, and couldn't help but smile.

This potato is much smaller than the one in the previous life.

This is also normal, those are all cultivated and selected, so naturally they are incomparable.

Not long after, Zhao Lang heard a shout,

"It's really eight hundred catties! It's really eight hundred catties!"

Turning his head, he saw Uncle Zhao sitting on the ground in a daze.

Uncle Li held two potatoes in his hand and seemed to want to stuff them into his mouth.

And his father stood there in a daze, looking at the potatoes that had been dug up.

Zhao Lang walked over, looked at the potatoes, and frowned.

I reached out and dug a little deeper into the ground, and suddenly, I dug out another small string.

Zhao Lang then smiled and said,

"I said it shouldn't be so small."

boom.

With a muffled sound, Zhao Lang found that Uncle Li had also sat on the ground, speechless for a long time.

His father muttered to himself,

"A thousand catties."

Chapter 106 The emperor is his own person (first update)

"One thousand pounds?"

Zhao Lang nodded, it's okay.

What is the average yield of potatoes?

As far as Zhao Lang knew, in his previous life, he had an yield of [-] jin per mu!

Those who weigh three or four thousand catties are lazy people.

But the current potatoes can't be compared with the potatoes in the previous life, which have been cultivated and selected through various technologies.

A thousand catties is not bad.

Moreover, Mr. Tian and the others have been recording and observing.