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

In the palace, meals had already been served to all officials.

Exquisite utensils, beautifully presented dishes, the ingredients on the plates are not only expensive, rare, fresh and exotic, but also colorful and fragrant.

As for the taste...

Shen Zheng hasn't tasted it yet.

She had never seen such fine bran before. Seeing the emperor above her picking up his chopsticks, she couldn't help but raise her chopsticks as well.

But before she touched the food, a "sizzling" sound came from her right.

Many officials looked over - Ji Benchang took the initiative to share the table with her.

Shen Zheng was still holding up her chopsticks, "...Sir Shangshu, we both have the same dishes, so we don't have to share the table..."

Ji Benchang generously passed a few dishes to her, "I can't eat so much, Lord Shen, can you help share the food?"

Shen Zheng looked at the ingredients that she couldn't name and swallowed her saliva secretly: "No need..."

Although the portions on each plate and dish are quite small, I don’t know if they are enough to eat.

"Yes, yes." Ji Benchang brought two more plates over. When he was about to pour wine for Shen Zheng, he was scolded by the emperor: "Ji Qing, Shen Qing has something to do later, don't let her drink!"

This shout made everyone look over.

Shen Zheng felt like a primary school student who was being watched by the teacher at all times.

Just when I was feeling embarrassed, another "sizzling" sound came from the left.

Shen Zheng turned her head stiffly—Yu Shizhang also joined them in a fight.

Yu Shizhang smiled provocatively at Ji Benchang: "Let's eat together."

Ji Benchang blew his beard and said, "It doesn't matter to me."

Having said that, the two of them were secretly competing with each other.

Until the end - there were three identical delicacies on Shen Zheng's table, stacked one on top of the other.

"I can't eat any more!"

Shen Zheng stretched out her arms to block the two people's hands that were still holding the plates, "Master, Lord Shangshu, let's eat and talk while we eat."

"It's feasible." Yu Shizhang said.

"Eat." Ji Benchang also said.

But the two of them didn't move their chopsticks. They just turned their heads to watch Shen Zheng eat, just like they were guardians.

Being stared at by the two of them, Shen Zheng was stunned and couldn't taste what this delicacy tasted like.

Just when things were awkward, Nanny Chang came towards them, and the little palace maid beside her was holding a tray in her hands.

"Master Shen." Nanny Chang smiled and bent over, asking in a low voice, "Do you still remember this old servant?"

Shen Zheng swallowed the unknown meat in her mouth, wiped her mouth and nodded: "Remember, when we were in Tongan County, you were beside the Queen Mother."

Nanny Chang's eyes narrowed with a smile, "I am honored. It is amazing that Lord Shen still remembers me."

After saying that, she waved to the little palace maid, who brought the food on the plate with a smile: "Goat milk ice cream, the Queen Mother ordered the maid and the nanny to bring it here, Lord Shen, please enjoy it."

Fried yogurt!

The Zhou Dynasty palace version of fried yogurt!

Or a high-quality fried yogurt mixed with dried fruits and nuts.

Etiquette must not be forgotten. Shen Zheng first stood up and saluted. After thanking the Queen Mother, she looked at the little palace maid who was carrying the tray: "When you were in Tongan County, you wore a yellow headband on your head, right?"

Huang Jin's eyes lit up immediately, and she nodded again and again: "Yes, it's my servant, it's my servant!"

Shen Zheng smiled at her.

When Huang Jin was taken away by Nanny Chang, she kept looking back, reluctant to leave.

Nanny Chang scolded with a smile: "Well, you will have a chance to see Master Shen later."

There was only one portion of ice yogurt, and Yu Shizhang and Ji Benchang were too embarrassed to snatch it from her, so to ease the awkwardness, they also picked up chopsticks.

Shen Zheng's pressure suddenly eased. He took two bites of iced cheese and said, "Sir, when I was digging for that crop, I found that it was growing very lushly. I was able to dig out hundreds of kilograms from a small piece of land."

Ji Benchang's hand, which was still picking up food, froze. He slowly turned his head and asked, "How small...a piece of land?"

Shen Zheng paused, opened his arms and said: "Two subordinates with arm spans this long, two with arm spans this wide..."

She was actually being conservative.

The system gives a sweet potato yield of 5,000 kilograms per mu. Converted into square meters, that means a land of more than two meters in length and width can produce 100 kilograms of sweet potatoes.

But her arm span is twice as long, which is more than three meters.

"Clang-"

The chopsticks in Ji Benchang's hand fell on the table, hitting the plate and making a crisp sound.

In a hall where chopsticks and plates often clash with each other, the sound is actually not loud and is difficult to be noticed.

But Ji Benchang yelled in shock: "Duo Da?!"

"Shh-"

Everyone looked over, including the Emperor, Empress, and Queen Mother.

Ji Benchang covered his mouth, waved his hands tremblingly at everyone, and leaned towards Shen Zheng, "Little, Little Master Shen, this joke... can't be made, please don't scare me..."

He swallowed and looked at Shen Zheng carefully for a while.

It is known that Shen Zheng is relatively tall among women, about five feet tall.

If it weren't for the unusual bone structure, a person's height and arm span would be roughly the same.

So the length of her two arms is... ten feet.

A piece of land that is ten feet long and ten feet wide, that is less than two centimeters of land, can produce a hundred kilograms of crops? !

Ji Benchang felt dizzy.

For some crops, one mu of land only produces 100 to 200 kilograms. However, Shen Zheng said, "There are crops that produce 200 kilograms per 2 mu of land."

Is this really not a fantasy?!

Ji Benchang didn't even eat the food and turned to face Shen Zheng.

Shen Zheng swallowed the ice cheese and wanted to turn around and face him, but she remembered that Yu Shizhang was beside her, so she had no choice but to move back half a step, making the three of them form a "triangle" posture.

"I didn't scare you." She looked at Ji Benchang steadily. "When I was digging, the crops were this big and they were grown on this much land."

Because of excitement, Ji Benchang's face gradually turned red, as if he had been drinking alcohol.

He pressed his shaking left hand against his shaking right hand, took another sip of tea, and said in a hard voice, "No."

Shen Zheng paused, "What's wrong?"

"Master Shen, it's not that I don't believe you, but do you know, based on your description, how much the yield per mu of that crop is...?"

Shen Zheng did a quick mental calculation: "About... six thousand kilograms?"

"Cough cough cough——" Not to mention Ji Benchang, even Yu Shizhang was choked.

"Is that right?" Ji Benchang began to lose control of his voice again. "A crop that can produce 6,000 kilograms per mu, Master Shen, this is simply impossible! Even the rice you improved only produces more than 1,000 kilograms per mu. If there were a crop that could produce 6,000 kilograms per mu, do you know what the world would be like? Do you know how good a life the people of our Great Zhou would be able to live?"

Shen Zheng looked dazed on the surface, but in her heart she was saying - of course I know.

——I have seen it a long time ago, how could I not know it?

"As long as the policies are appropriate, very few citizens will go hungry." Shen Zheng said, pursing her lips.

The words "appropriate policies" are actually very mysterious.

Beggars are everywhere, natural disasters are not uncommon, and the people living in the mountains may never have contact with the outside world in their entire lives.