I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the stars gradually brighten, dyeing the sky a magnificent orange and yellow. The starlight shines through the carved window lattices and sprinkles on the smooth floor tiles in the Qinzheng Hall, casting a hazy veil on this magnificent space.

Ying Zheng stood in the middle of the hall, looking at the boxes of seeds, fruits, and saplings displayed in the hall.

"You can't do that."

As soon as the old farmer Xu entered the Qinzheng Hall, he ran anxiously to the seed pile, shouting as he ran, and waving his hands hurriedly, calling on the disciples behind him to follow him, pointing here and there, and shouting loudly.

"Oh, how can you just put these seeds on the ground like this? Quick, put the straw underneath."

"Hey, this sapling! Hurry up and water it. Bring some water and a basin..."

The servants did not dare to slack off at all. They hurried back and forth in the hall, carrying various boxes of seeds.

"Oh my God, these two can't go together. Give me the barrel, ah, my seeds!"

Old man Xu's distressed cry echoed throughout the hall.

The servants were being ordered around by Old Man Xu and the other farm masters, but Ying Zheng didn't care. He sat back on the high throne with a rare relaxed smile on his face, watching everything with interest.

Soon, many ministers walked in from the gate of the Qinzheng Hall. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and walked steadily. Their usually serious faces now showed a hint of curiosity.

After coming in, the ministers saluted Ying Zheng one after another. After the ceremony, they gathered next to Xu Lao and others and watched them put the seeds into different categories.

Wang Wan was itching to try his luck, so he stepped forward to lend a hand.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of seeds, placed them in his palm, and gently moved them around, examining them carefully. He muttered, "It's been a while since I've handled these things. You know what, these seeds are really different from the ones we usually see back home."

When Old Xu saw Wang Wan's action, his expression changed instantly. He hurried forward and carefully took the seeds from Wang Wan's hand, complaining: "Don't grab them carelessly. These seeds are very valuable."

"Haha, okay, okay, don't move."

Wang Wan quickly responded with a smile, and cooperated with Mr. Xu to put the seeds back.

He clapped his hands, straightened his back, took a few steps back happily, and bumped into Li Si's shoulder.

"Li Xiang, do you think there are any multi-season rice seeds among these seeds?"

Upon hearing this, Li Si lowered his eyes slightly, lost in thought. After a moment, he straightened up and pushed back hard towards Wang Wan. Ignoring Wang Wan's surprised look, he raised the corner of his mouth and said confidently, "Of course there is!"

Wang Wan was stunned at first, looked at his shoulder, and then looked up at Li Si who was holding his head high and chest puffed out.

Is this still the serious and polite Li Si?

Shouldn't he have rolled his eyes at me?

After a moment, Wang Wan reacted and burst out laughing, "Hahaha, yes, there must be!"

The laughter echoed in the Qinzheng Hall, breaking the hall's usual solemnity.

When Su Jinyue arrived, this was the loud and heroic laughter she heard.

"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? Have you found double-cropping rice?"

Su Jinyue anxiously shouted towards the hall, "Let me see, let me see!"

Dan continued to use his strength and quickly pushed the wheelchair into the hall.

"My son is here!" Ying Zheng waved happily at Su Jinyue, "Come over here quickly."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but walk to the middle of the hall, took the handrail from Dan's hand, and slowly pushed Su Jinyue to the side of Mr. Xu. "Take a look at these seeds, are there any you recognize?"

Su Jinyue stretched her neck and looked into the rows of wooden boxes at the feet of Mr. Xu and the others.

The wooden boxes contain seeds and saplings of various shapes.

She looked at them one by one, and from time to time she took them in her hands to examine them carefully.

The truth is that she ate more and planted less, and the chance to come into contact with the seeds was even smaller. It took her a lot of effort, smelling and licking, before she could recognize several of the spices.

"This should be black pepper, for grilling meat."

"Nutmeg makes the meat extra tender."

"This is fruit, it's delicious."

As she pointed out several of the names one by one, Mr. Xu and the others hurriedly took out paper and pen to write down her words one by one.

“I don’t know about that…”

Every time Su Jinyue mentioned one, Ying Zheng pushed her forward. Li Si and the others followed behind them. A long line of old men listened attentively, looking at Su Jinyue from time to time, and then at the seeds in the wooden box.

Suddenly, Su Jinyue's eyes lit up. She pointed at the pile of red and yellow seeds in front of her and shouted, "This is sorghum!"

Thankfully, there was finally something she recognized.

When she was a child, she often followed her grandparents to thresh sorghum, so she would definitely not admit her mistake.

"Sorghum skin, steamed bread, wine, and sorghum malt sugar!"

Su Jinyue picked up a handful of reddish-brown sorghum seeds, picked one up and took a bite.

That’s right, it’s sorghum!

It is said that sorghum originated in Africa, but unexpectedly it has now been introduced to India.

What an unexpected surprise!

It was only after she arrived here that she realized that sorghum was not a native crop. It’s great that it can be introduced in advance!

"Staple food! This is staple food! It can be grown in the fields, behind the house, or anywhere. It's drought-resistant and resistant to barrenness. It can even be grown in saline-alkali land. It can also be rotated with crops like beans to improve soil fertility and reduce pests. It's great!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ministers immediately gathered around him.

"How's the harvest? Can it be grown in both the north and south?"

“When is the sowing season?”

The faces of the little old men were flushed and they asked questions excitedly. Among them, Old Xu was the most excited. He pushed Feng Jie and Li Si away and squeezed in front of Su Jinyue. He held a pen and paper in his hand, stared at Su Jinyue, and asked questions non-stop.

"Are you afraid of the cold?"

"Emperor, can this be ripened in more than a year?"

"Yes! Some can harvest two or three times a year!" Su Jinyue clapped the armrest excitedly, her brain working rapidly, trying to recall more details.

Although many of her memories have become blurred, she can still remember some of this food for living people.

"We plant in spring and harvest in autumn, and we can always produce 200 to 300 kilograms. The stalks are sweet and delicious!"

Ying Zheng stood aside, staring at the seed as if he wanted to see through it.

"If this is really possible, it will be a blessing for our Great Qin."

Mr. Xu picked up a few seeds and examined them carefully. "Great! These are things that can keep you alive..."

He muttered to himself, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

"We can take our time to look for the double-season rice."

"No, we still have to look for it. Among the remaining ones, there might be double-season rice~"