The whole family of villains criticized her wildly, but the princess treated her with medical treatm

"Let's talk about it!"

Li Gong looked at the strange crop called potatoes, and he couldn't help but wonder, how could this be called a priceless treasure?

The roots are dotted with four yellow-white tubers, the size of two pigeon eggs and the size of two goose eggs.

"Why don't you understand that one plant has produced more than half a catty before it is completely mature?"

Li Yuan was a little anxious, "Son, let's get some people. In the Zhenbei Army's field, there are four thousand potato plants like this planted in one acre of land."

Li Fan's expression changed instantly, and a look of madness appeared in his eyes. He stretched out a hand and gently stroked the small potatoes, and said in a trembling voice: "You mean, before these potatoes grow, the yield per mu has already reached two thousand kilograms." Already?"

OMG!

A crop yielding fifteen shi per mu!

This is simply a miracle from heaven!

"That's right. The yield of these potatoes is at least fifteen stones per mu. Isn't this a priceless treasure?" Li Yuan was fighting with someone, and there was a black spot on his face, but this could not hide the excitement in his eyes, "Our family The top-grade fertile farmland can only yield three dan per mu of corn and wheat; the medium-grade farmland can yield only two dan per mu; and the inferior and barren farmland can only yield one dan per mu."

This gap is terrifying.

The fields away from home are especially rich, so high-yielding crops like potatoes are extremely important. They can harvest at least five times more food every year and make a lot more money!

Li Fan didn't care about his image. He suddenly stood up with the immature potatoes in his arms, and suddenly laughed wildly. His reason was shattered by the "fifteen stones per mu": "This potato is a rare food, and only the Zhenbei Army can do it." Are there any in my farm?"

"Correct!"

Li Yuan nodded seriously, "My son has already found out clearly that the eldest princess gave it to the Zhenbei sergeant. There are [-] acres in the military camp. It will take at most half a month to fully mature."

Li Fan instinctively frowned when he heard the woman.

Trouble.

If you want to buy potato seeds from home, you have to go through the eldest princess.

"Let's ask the cook in the dining room to make these small potatoes for a taste first." Li Yuan was quite cautious.

The dining room dare not neglect.

I happened to be cooking the ribs today, so I peeled the small potatoes and threw them in whole to stew with the ribs.

Half an hour later, it was served on the table.

The father and son stewed the ribs in front of a porcelain pot of potatoes. They watched the small potatoes turn from yellow to white after being cooked. They were cooked thoroughly, and the soup from the ribs seeped into them, exuding a unique fragrance.

Li Fan picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick one up.

"Father, let your son do it. What if these potatoes are poisonous?" Li Yuan was very filial and expressed his willingness to test the poison.

Only sprouted and green potatoes are toxic.

Even if they are not fully ripe, small yellow and white potatoes are non-toxic.

It's a pity that Li Fan didn't know it. He was very moved and felt that his eldest son was pure and filial: "Yuan'er, why don't you find a servant to try first."

"There are only four small potatoes in total. I won't look for them anymore."

Li Yuan did not think that Her Royal Highness the Princess would take poisonous crops and plant them for the Zhenbei Army.How could the woman he liked do such a thing that was so disrespectful to human life?

He used his chopsticks to poke the largest potato, which was about the size of a goose egg.

When you take a bite, it is very soft and delicious, pink and contains the soup of the ribs and the rosin of the potatoes themselves.

Prince Jingyu was deeply addicted.

Without hesitation, he took a second bite and finished the entire potato.

"how?"

"My son didn't taste it, try again."

Li Yuan was very shameless and picked up another goose egg-sized potato, narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and ate it happily.

Li Fan looked at the two pigeon egg-sized potatoes left on the porcelain plate and fell into deep thought.

Li Yuan swallowed the third one at an extremely fast speed: "Dragon liver and phoenix marrow!"

When Li Fan saw that he didn't have any symptoms of poisoning and was only eating for himself, he immediately became angry and said, "I'll save one for my father!"

Quickly pick up a spoon and grab it.

At least he got it. He put the smallest potato to his lips and slowly ate it in small bites. He said with emotion: "It is indeed a delicacy in the world."

His big boy had already filled a plate full of rice and ate it with a thick soup of potatoes and pork ribs.

Enjoy the remaining potato flavor.

Li Fan: "..."

Filial piety to him.

What kind of debt collector is this?

There were four potatoes, the smallest one was left for him, and not a drop of soup was left.

Li Yuan seemed to feel that he had gone too far. He picked up the rice and said, "How about I send people to the Zhenbei Army's fields at night to steal some more?"

*. *. *

Housekeeping department.

Zuo Pu shot Li Fan and came to the eldest princess to surrender with the money in his pocket.

"You are—"

Mu Tingxue took a sip of Biluochun, which was mellow and refreshing, with a long aftertaste.

She went to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and this political enemy actually came to her office in broad daylight.

Li Fan took out a stack of seven banknotes from his official sleeve and said, "Please accept the land tax from Lijia, Your Highness."

Mu Tingxue felt strange. Could it be that the sun was rising from the west?

He actually made the stingy Li Landlord take the initiative to pay 70 taels of tax!

"With a land tax of 70 taels of silver, Lijia actually owns 230 million acres of land. He is so powerful and rich that he can rival the country."

"I live in a small family and have a small amount of land accumulated by my ancestors. No matter how rich I am, I can't match the country. After paying the land tax, I don't have much money in my pocket."

Li Fan expertly pretends to be poor.

Mu Tingxue didn't believe his lies: "Li Gong is too modest. In addition to these 230 million acres of land, my aunt also helps you run dozens of shops. It is said that they are all first-class and prosperous shops."

"The rumor is wrong."

Li Fan pretended to say, "They are just some small shops, and the business can barely maintain. They are not even as good as your Imperial City Chamber of Commerce."

Mu Tingxue felt that this uncle was a textbook level of hypocrisy.

She is sitting on a mountain of gold and silver, but she is left here to cry about poverty.

There is only one possibility for the hypocritical, prudent, and pretending-to-be-poor Prime Minister Zuo to take the initiative to hand over 70 land taxes regardless of old grudges and not even hide the land - he hopes to obtain greater benefits from himself. !

To benefit from the fellowship.

Li Fan drank a cup of tea slowly and started chatting with her. After all, they were relatives.

Mu Tingxue listened good-naturedly.

After chatting like this for a quarter of an hour, Li Fan finally changed the topic to the main point: "I heard that His Highness asked the soldiers to plant a rare grain yielding fifteen shi per acre?"

"Fifteen stones?"

Mu Tingxue shook her head, "It's nothing."

She only asked the soldiers to plant potatoes. The average potato yield per mu was 66 kilograms, which translated into [-] shi per mu.

Li Fanxin said: This girl is trying to trick me. No, 70 taels of tax and silver have been paid. If we can't negotiate the potato planting business, won't we suffer a big loss?

"Are the potatoes in the military field almost ripe?"

"Well, it's only been about ten days."

"Can you save the seeds and sell them to the old minister?"

"Hey, didn't you tell me that I don't have much money in my pocket?" Mu Tingxue teased, "These potato seeds are not cheap. The yield of thirty shi per mu is super grain."

"Three...thirty stones?!"

Li Fan seemed to have lost his soul. The porcelain cup in his hand fell to the ground. He fell into an unprecedented madness. His eyes were covered with grid-like bloodshot eyes. His thick Adam's apple slid. His voice was extremely hoarse, revealing a deep desire, " Is there really a divine food in this world that yields thirty shi per mu?"

"If it is fertile land and carefully cultivated, it will not be a problem to achieve a yield of fifty dan per mu."

The boss of Jinmei Potato Co., Ltd. told her that the average yield per mu is 83 jins, and the high yield can reach [-] jins, equivalent to [-] shi.

She said thirty or fifty dan, which was considered conservative.