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

"You are too polite, Lord Shen."

Chen Xingshen led Shen Zheng towards the yamen, "After the court session, Prime Minister Cui and the six ministers were detained by His Majesty. I guess Lord Ji is on his way back to the yamen now."

Shen Zheng nodded, "I am waiting for you in the government office, but I have not yet reported to the Ministry of Works..."

Chen Shiing-Shen didn't expect that she would come to the Ministry of Revenue first. He was slightly surprised and then gave her some advice.

"That's easy." The two walked in the front yard, and he pointed to the east side. "After passing the Ministry of Personnel, it is the Ministry of Works. Anyway, Master Ji hasn't returned yet, Master Shen, why don't you go to the Ministry of Works first? Otherwise, Minister Yue will think you are partial to one and not the other."

Shen Zheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This won't work... If I go to the Ministry of Works, I may not be able to come today."

When she came to the Ministry of Revenue, she would be given a sweet potato, and if she went to the Ministry of Works, she would be "giving people away".

Chen Xingshen understood and said with a smile: "I will send someone to look for it..."

"Master Xiao Shen is here?"

Just when the two of them were halfway to the front hall, Ji Benchang came in from the ceremonial gate. "I was delayed on the way, Master Shen. I just walked around outside the Suzaku Gate. I heard that you just passed by there, so I guessed that you came to the Ministry of Revenue."

The sacks of crops were carried into the yamen by the officers. The more he looked at them, the happier he became. He couldn't help but say, "Master Shen, you have cleared the name of our officials."

He heard everything that happened before the notice.

Shen Zheng shook her head and smiled, "Your Excellency is too kind. I am overwhelmed. Your Excellency, I have to report to the Ministry of Industry later. Do you have time for us to study the new crop together?"

"Master Xiao Shen hasn't gone to the Ministry of Industry yet?" Ji Benchang immediately thought of Yue Zhenchuan's face and said quickly, "Then let's get down to business first. Business is the most important thing!"

The three of them passed by Jieshifang, and at the end of the front yard was the main hall of the Ministry of Revenue.

The spacious main hall has five bays, with a gable roof on top and vermilion lacquered column bases carved with lotus patterns, which means "pure lotus", which is the same as "honesty".

Ji Benchang did not sit down in front of the desk, but sat with Shen Zheng at the conference table at the side of the hall. On the table, there was a pile of sweet potatoes as big as an adult man's fist.

"Such a big thing..." Ji Benchang smacked his lips, then squatted on the ground and rummaged through the sack.

After a moment, he looked up, his eyes filled with shock, "It's this big?!"

Shen Zheng smiled silently.

The sweet potatoes used for seeds cannot be too small.

Ji Benchang held a sweet potato in each hand and sat back in the chair.

He suddenly felt that...what Shen Zheng said at the birthday party might...come true?

How can it be!

He shook his head, handed the sweet potato to Chen Xingshen, and asked, "Weigh it. How many kilograms does this one weigh?"

Chen Xingshen took it carefully, held a sweet potato in both hands and weighed it, "This... must be three pounds, right?"

"Bring the scales!" Ji Benchang shouted outside, "and call the agricultural engineer in the government office!"

When Shen Zheng heard the word "agricultural teacher", she was stunned for a moment, and then she understood.

Several hundred years ago, when the position of "Minister of Revenue" did not exist, the official in charge of the world's money and grain was called "Grand Minister of Agriculture".

When the power of the Minister of Agriculture was at its peak, even the salt and iron of the world were under the jurisdiction of the Minister of Agriculture.

But in the end, it’s still the same old topic - too much power.

Therefore, the power of the Grand Minister of Agriculture was reduced again and again, until the six ministries were established, and there was no Minister of Agriculture in the imperial court.

The officials in charge of crops were assigned to the Ministry of Revenue and were called "Agricultural Masters".

Agronomists need to master the soil conditions in various parts of the country, and also understand knowledge such as crop habits, cultivation techniques, and pest and disease control. The Ministry of Households also specially approved "experimental public fields" for agronomists to cultivate crops.

......

Several sweet potatoes were weighed, and the weight was approximately between 2.7 jin and 3.3 jin.

The three agricultural engineers surrounded a sack of sweet potatoes and looked at it for a long time. Their expressions changed from confusion and curiosity at first to shock in the end.

“I’ve never seen anything like it!”

"Unheard of!"

“Unprecedented!”

Shen Zheng almost couldn't keep the smile on her face when she heard the three people screaming in shock. She said with a little heartache: "This crop can be eaten raw or cooked. Lord Ji, let's try one raw first, and then ask the public chef in the yamen to steam two... Or one, you and the others can also try the taste."

Ji Benchang looked at her with great satisfaction.

From "two" to "one", such a young Xiao Shen already has his own style.

It is remarkable and the future is promising!

"Just one." Ji Benchang didn't even react to why Shen Zheng said "steam", so he called the servant and imitated her: "Ask the public chef to steam one with the skin on, high heat, quickly."

The officer held the red-skinned crop and ran to the public kitchen.

The three agricultural engineers were still studying the sweet potatoes, intending to find proof that they had ever existed.

"This crop is an underground crop, similar to taro and yam. It should be edible after peeling..."

"The surface of this crop is relatively smooth, with shallow lines on it..." An old agricultural teacher asked Shen Zheng: "Master Shen, does this crop have stems?"

Shen Zheng said: "Yes, but the stems are already dry."

"That's right..." The old farmer nodded and said, "You were born before I was born, and I was born when you were old. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. Most of these underground crops are like this..."

The poem, which originally expressed the love between men and women, is particularly appropriate when applied to sweet potatoes and sweet potato vines.

Not bad.

Is there more to this world than love?

Shen Zheng smiled lightly and hinted, "Perhaps the vines of this crop can be picked and eaten in moderation."

The old farmer thought about it but didn't say anything. Ji Benchang thought about it for a while and nodded, "Let's study the cultivation method first, and then we'll know after we give it a try."

He asked someone to bring a knife, selected a piece of sweet potato that he thought was the ugliest, and cut it into six pieces very fairly.

The potato flesh is a uniform, light orange-yellow color, and the blade that cuts through the potato flesh leaves a thin layer of light white stains.

Ji Benchang was surprised and rubbed a little with his fingers.

"The batter!" he said, "It's somewhat similar to the batter of yam and lotus root. Come and taste it!"

When Shen Zheng said it was edible, they believed it immediately. Plus, since this powder was commonly found on crops, they couldn't wait to try it.

After taking a bite, Ji Benchang and others' eyes lit up.

"Crispy and tender!" said Ji Benchang.

"Sweet and refreshing!" said Shiing-Shen Chern.

"There's still juice!" said the agronomists.

After they finished talking, they started chewing again and continued to savor the food.

Shen Zheng also likes this.

It’s been a year, a whole year since she came to Da Zhou. She only nibbled a few during the days of fleeing, and she couldn’t bear to eat them afterwards.

This little taste is the taste of the motherland.