I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Wu Ming gave him a blank look, and was about to refuse.

On second thought, if this sweet potato really has fifteen times the yield of rice.

For this guy's merits, even if he is given the title of Lord of the Town, there is no problem.

That being the case, there's no harm in getting into his carriage for a while.

She didn't believe that, in broad daylight, the world was clear, this courtier dared to do something to her in front of all the officials and guards.

Think of this.

Wu Mingkong looked at Fang Xiu, nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Fang Xiu frowned: "Really?"

Wu Mingkong had a solemn expression: "You are not joking."

Fang Xiu squinted at her and said, "Your Majesty also said the same thing last time."

When Wu Mingkong heard this, the scene of being in Yin Renju that day appeared in his mind.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is really word for word.

A blush appeared on her Qingcheng face, she lowered her head, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "I owe you the last time, and I will make it up later..."

Fang Xiu looked at the shy face in front of him, his heart moved inexplicably, and he was about to say something.

Suddenly there was a loud noise not far away.

Fang Xiu and the Empress turned their heads to look at the same time.

I saw a group of farmers gathering together, holding iron scales, and weighing the dug out sweet potatoes.

Farmers are weighing.

The head of the household department is recording.

When the civil and military officials saw this scene, they all put down their hoes and moved forward.

"I don't know how much this mu of sweet potatoes weighs."

"I remember, Xiang Xiang said that it is fifteen times that of rice."

"Fifteen times should be the most ideal state. My land is barren, and it may not be easy to achieve fifteen times."

"South orange and north trifoliate, this sweet potato can reach fifteen times the output overseas, but it may not be so when I work hard...

In my opinion, if there are three or four times, Fang Xiang is already an inexhaustible contribution to benefit the world, and his name will surely go down in history! "

The person who spoke was Sun Zhengying, Shangshu of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and a core member of the Fang Party.

As soon as this remark came out, all the officials of the non-party party fell silent and stopped talking.

They understand.

These people are laying the groundwork in advance.

In case it is weighed at that time, the yield is not much higher than that of rice.

They could also find a bunch of reasons to prove that Fang Xiang was not exaggerating.

The reason why the output is not high is either the problem of the farmers, or the problem of the land, or it is the problem of climate, fertilization and so on.

All in all, it's definitely not Fang Xiang's problem!

All the officials are like the mirror in their hearts, but they can't say it out, let alone point and make irresponsible remarks.

After all, powerful ministers are in power, and all they can do is to protect themselves wisely.

Don't you see, which one of the people who disobeyed Fang Xiang before will end well?

Even the majestic first-rank Taiwei is still imprisoned in the prison!

For most officials of non-party parties.

Don't stand in line, don't flatter.

It is not only worthy of the sage books they read, but also allows them to be alone.

Why not do it?

After a while.

Feeling excited or apprehensive, the officials came to the farmer's side, scrambling to squeeze forward, wanting to see how much the sweet potato production could be.

Qin Xingyan was old and walked slowly. When he got to the front, there were already a bunch of people gathered in front of him.

Those around the outside either stretched their necks to look in, or took advantage of their youth and squeezed in.

Some people didn't even notice that their shoes were being squeezed out, and kept yelling.

"How much? How much does it weigh?"

Seeing this scene, Qin Xingyan frowned slightly, and scolded: "They are all the pillars of the imperial court, they are noisy and noisy, how decent!"

After all, he was a member of the second rank, with a loud voice and a majestic momentum that immediately shocked all officials.

When many people heard Qin Xingyan's voice, they subconsciously took a few steps back and made way for a path.

Qin Xingyan had a serious expression, snorted coldly, and said, "This is still a bit of a pillar!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Fang Xiu not far away, with a flattering smile on his old face.

"Fang Xiang, there is room for you! Come on!"

"..."

When Baiguan saw this scene, he was completely speechless, and cursed in his heart: I have never seen such a brazen person!

Even Sun Zhengying, Minister of the Ministry of Justice, who was the core of Fang's party, couldn't bear to look directly at him, and silently moved to the side to keep a distance from Qin Xingyan.

Seeing this, Wu Mingkong gritted his teeth with hatred.

She was standing next to Fang Xiu, and Qin Xingyan, an old dog, ignored her directly and flattered Fang Xiu. He was so ruthless and hateful!hateful!

But she also knew it in her heart.

The reason why Qin Xingyan is like this is mainly because Fang Xiu supported him last time when he blamed a deer for a horse!

No matter how flattering Fang Xiu the rest of the officials were, they would not treat the Son of Heaven as nothing like him.

after all.

The idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor still occupies the mainstream.

It's just that she is too young, and she has not been on the throne for a long time, and her power has not yet been consolidated.

and so.

Even if some of the officials were dissatisfied with Xiu, they just dared to be angry and dare not speak out.

she believes.

With the passage of time, one day she will be able to consolidate her position, realize her dream, let Fang Xiu enter the palace, serve her tea and water, beat her back and squeeze her legs!

that's it.

The empress was thinking wildly and walked up to the farmer.

"One stone!"

"Two stones!"

"Three stones!"

Farmers are still weighing.

The master is still recording.

The sweet potatoes that were weighed were thrown aside.

Unweighed sweet potatoes piled together to form a small mound.

The officials looked at the small mound, their eyes widened, their expressions were tense, and they kept muttering:

"Four stones! Five stones! Six stones!"

The recorded numbers are still rising.

The yield per mu of rice has been reached, but the small hill still stands there as if it has not changed.

"Reborn Financial Giants"

see this scene.

All the officials held their breath and concentrated, not daring to make another sound.

His eyes turned red, and he stared fixedly at the iron scale in the farmer's hand.

Even the empress beside Fang Xiu's breathing became heavy.

"Ten stones!"

"Eleven stone!"

"..."

Chapter 60 Why did you let me ride in your carriage?

"Sixty stone!"

"61 stone!"

The recorded numbers are still rising.

Baiguan stared at the sweet potato, his eyes were red, and he felt that he was almost out of breath.

The dry land is barren. Generally speaking, one mu of land can only produce four to five shi of rice.

And now, before the weighing of one mu of sweet potatoes is finished, it has already reached an astonishing sixty shi!

They couldn't imagine how much this number could reach after the weighing!

Although I eat too much sweet potatoes, I feel uncomfortable in my stomach and have a lot of farts.

But that is food after all!

The taste is sweet and full of satiety!

You won't have diarrhea after eating it, and you won't be bloated to death...

Not all the officials came from aristocratic families, and some of them came from poor families.

These humble officials have a far better understanding of the famine disaster than others.

They were literally starving.

Know what it feels like to be hungry.

At first it felt like a fire was burning in the stomach, and then it gradually spread and spread all over the body.

Then, it was like the bitter water of a river, constantly churning.

It was torture!

Long and endless torture!

At this time, in order to make myself more comfortable.

They will stuff leaves, bark, soil, and even stones into their stomachs!

But that was in vain, and more turbulent torture followed.

Then there is more soil, more stones...

Among the hundreds of officials present.

There is a censor who once watched his sister, who swelled to death because she ate too much soil.

That scene, engraved in his mind, will never be forgotten in his life.

At this moment.

Looking at the sweet potato in front of him, he felt his mind go blank.

What sage books, what world affairs, what posthumous names, all forgotten.