Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

The hall was so quiet that only the sound of the emperor's breathing could be heard. Even Eunuch Hong, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but hold his breath.

He couldn't help but think that this inexplicable feeling of tension made him feel as if he were in the court...

At this time, both Yu Shizhang and Eunuch Hong were waiting quietly.

When the emperor picked up the larger cloth bag and opened it, he would let them also take a peek at the true appearance of the grain.

But the emperor just stood there quietly, staring at the cloth bag in a daze.

After a moment, he finally raised his right hand, and when Yu Shizhang thought he was going to move, he put his hand down again.

Yu Shizhang was anxious and couldn't help but move his feet.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

The emperor came back to his senses, turned around and smiled at Yu Shizhang. This was a smile that Yu Shizhang had never seen on his face in recent years.

The emperor breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly, "My dear minister, I am a little nervous. You are also an old man in the court. I am not afraid of you laughing at me. My current mood is exactly the same as when I ascended the throne and married the queen more than 20 years ago."

"Nervous, excited, and even... a little scared."

When Yu Shizhang heard this, his thoughts were pulled back to more than 20 years ago.

But he felt that His Majesty at this time was somewhat different from His Majesty at that time.

Your Majesty at that time was full of vigor and ambition, and he did things differently than he does now... with restraints.

But he just needed to think about it in his mind and dared not say it out loud.

Yu Shizhang said respectfully: "To be honest with you, Your Majesty, when I first read my son's letter this morning, I was even more excited than you."

I don’t know if his words had any effect, but the emperor slowly walked forward and picked up the big cloth bag.

"Then I can tear it down."

He is the emperor, so there is no need for him to ask others for their opinions when doing things.

Yu Shizhang nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the movements of the emperor's hands.

The emperor was seen holding the cloth bag in his left hand. After taking a deep breath, he stretched out his right hand and opened a corner of the bag.

Yu Shizhang and Eunuch Hong both paused in their breathing. It was coming...

The cloth bag was slightly moist to the touch, with some mud and water seeping out of the surface. The emperor showed no disdain as he peeled off the linen cloth layer by layer.

After the cloth bag was opened, what came into view was the roots of a plant covered with soil.

The emperor paused for a moment, turned the cloth bag over, and the linen wrapped around the entire bag fell to the ground.

Along with the sackcloth, rice grains also fell to the ground. This rice plant had been through a long journey, and its leaves had turned yellow, and the rice grains were beginning to scatter.

Only then did the three people in the hall see clearly what was in the cloth bag, which turned out to be a whole rice plant!

When Eunuch Hong saw the rice grains falling to the ground, he screamed in surprise. Then he immediately covered his mouth with his hands and quietly watched the emperor's reaction.

You can't blame him for overreacting. You have to know that before he entered the palace, the crop he grew at home was rice.

But the rice planted in his home at that time and the rice in the emperor's hands today are completely different!

Just the rice grains that fell on the ground were almost the yield of the entire rice planted in his family. But there were still many rice grains hanging on the rice in the emperor's hand, and they were much more than the rice grains that fell on the ground!

Eunuch Hong secretly pinched the back of his hand, thinking in pain, has the situation outside the palace become like this?

Then what palace did he enter at that time?

Then he slapped himself lightly. Serving the emperor was an honor that many people could not ask for, but he actually had such a rebellious thought today!

Fortunately, the emperor and Yu Shizhang were both attracted by the rice and did not pay much attention to him.

At this time, the emperor's hand holding the rice was trembling slightly. He looked at the rice in his hand and was actually a little worried. Was he possessed?

How could there be so many ears of rice in the world? And now the rice was in his hands!

He slowly squatted down and gathered the rice grains on the ground; it was actually a full handful.

Then the emperor squatted on the ground, turned his head and looked at Yu Shizhang, and asked in a trembling voice: "My dear, did you see it clearly..."

Yu Shizhang seemed to be hit by a hammer at this moment. He stood there in a daze. After a moment, he came to his senses, walked slowly forward and squatted beside the emperor.

He suppressed his excitement, picked up a few rice grains from the ground, and compared them with the rice ears in the emperor's hand.

Then the emperor heard his trembling voice: "Your Majesty, the rice grains that fell to the ground are indeed from the rice plant in your hand."

The emperor was still a little uncertain after hearing this. He raised the rice in his hand and his eyes first fell on the roots of the rice. He saw that it was indeed a rice plant with obvious tillers.

That proves that the dozen or so ears of rice above all come from one rice...

The emperor could no longer suppress his inner excitement, and stood up abruptly and looked at Yu Shizhang.

"My dear, the rice plant in my hand actually has more than a dozen ears of rice. The yield per mu of rice is..."

Yu Shizhang also stood up and replied according to the contents of the letter: "Your Majesty, according to what I wrote, the yield of rice per mu can reach 1,000 kilograms!"

The emperor's eyes widened when he heard this, and the rice in his hand fell to the ground.

He originally imagined that the yield of this rice could reach 700 to 800 kilograms per mu, so that the people of his Great Zhou would no longer go hungry. If the yield could reach 1,000 kilograms per mu, then every household would have surplus food!

Thousand pounds!

Thousand pounds!

If he had not seen it with his own eyes today, he would never have believed until the end of his life that there was a way in the world to produce 1,000 kilograms of grain per mu.

The emperor's mood at this moment was completely different from when he saw the cotton cloth just now. Although these two objects could benefit the country and the people, when he saw the cotton cloth, what he thought most about was how to use the cotton cloth to negotiate terms with other countries after making the people of the Great Zhou warm.

But now he had only one thought in his mind: the people of the Great Zhou would never have to go hungry again!

This wish sounds simple, and it is indeed simple for most families in Beijing.

But he knew clearly in his heart that after leaving Shangjing, how many people in the Great Zhou could have a full meal every day? They all had to tighten their belts to make ends meet!

The hall fell into silence. Yu Shizhang looked up at the emperor, only to see him staring at the rice on the ground with slightly red eyes.

After a moment, he quickly squatted down and picked up the rice on the ground, and asked Yu Shizhang: "My dear, this rice... is the result of a trial planting? The yield... can't be guaranteed, right?"

Although the emperor had little experience in growing grain, he knew that grain with such a high yield could not be grown easily.

Before this, the growers must have experimented countless times, and the annual yield would not be stable at a certain value.