Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

"What if I say this thing... can produce thousands of kilograms per mu?" Zhu Yunheng's eyes flashed, and he spoke in a clear and firm voice.

Everyone subconsciously fell silent because of Zhu Yunhuan's voice.

The next moment, everyone realized what Zhu Yunhuan was talking about. They sighed in disbelief, "Yield per mu... thousands of kilograms!?"

In an era of food scarcity.

No matter who you are, you have a very clear concept of the term "yield per mu" and you also know the yield of common grain crops: rice, which is commonly grown in the south, and wheat, which is commonly grown in the north, have yields ranging from 200 to 400 kilograms per mu.

In contrast.

Yields of thousands of catties per mu, not even "over a thousand catties," but "thousands of catties"! — Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"Your Majesty, you are not making fun of us, are you?"

"Thousands of kilograms, that's more than ten times the weight of ordinary grain."

"Everyone has just tried these sweet potatoes. Both their taste and satiety show they are indeed viable as food. If they could truly yield thousands of kilograms per mu, why would the Ming Dynasty still worry about famine among its people? Why would we constantly struggle with insufficient funds and food?"

"..."

Faced with something that completely broke the inherent cognition, people naturally found it hard to believe at once. They felt that the more likely possibility was that the little emperor Zhu Yunhuan was out of touch with worldly affairs and could not distinguish between grains... or he had no clear concept of the area of ​​acreage and the weight of items, so he said such shocking words.

After all, there was a joke in ancient times called "Why not eat meat porridge?"

He used to be a noble prince, and now he is the emperor... It is understandable that he cannot tell the difference between grains, weight, and area.

And at the same time.

Standing at the forefront of the civil officials are Fu Youwen, Zhan Hui, Ru Chang, Qin Kui, and many other heads of the six ministries who have a particularly deep understanding of the protagonist...

After a brief hesitation, everyone's heart began beating violently!

They often came into contact with Zhu Yunhuan. Even if they didn't know Zhu Yunhuan's abilities or his limits, they knew whether Zhu Yunhuan could distinguish grains and calculate weight and area.

Therefore, the words "yield of several thousand kilograms per mu" came from Zhu Yunhuan's mouth.

Even though they didn't dare to believe it completely, they would never think that it was impossible - His Majesty Kaiqian was good at turning the impossible into possible!

"Food...crops...yields of thousands of kilograms per mu..."

Unlike ordinary people, these people did not directly deny the number without thinking. Instead, they fell silent, their minds working rapidly.

Soon, everyone's eyes fell on the vegetable field in the imperial garden.

Precisely.

It is the sweet potato vines with some yellowing in the green.

"Your Majesty is indeed capricious and absurd at times, but in many matters, he often displays extraordinary wisdom and insight... For example, if these vines in the fields of the Imperial Garden were growing sweet potatoes, the yield per mu would be 1,000 kilograms..."

"Your Majesty's previous absurd and unfilial behavior towards this land, even violating the rules and regulations of the late Emperor Taizu... is this understandable?"

"If it really is producing thousands of kilograms of grain per mu, then it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's precious!"

Think about this.

Fu Youwen, Zhan Hui, Ru Chang, Qin Kui... and others all had a stimulating feeling as if the blood in their body was flowing backwards and rushing straight to the top of their heads.

Several people looked at each other with their own speculations in their hearts.

My heart almost jumped out of my throat.

What if there were no surprises, no misunderstandings, no surprises? — In that case, the Ming Dynasty would truly be able to produce thousands of kilograms of grain per mu!

How fortunate I am! How fortunate I am!

Fu Youwen, who was always quick to react and had long believed in Zhu Yunhuan and had placed his entire trust in him, pondered for a moment amid the noisy crowd. Then he immediately stood up, bowed, and asked in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, I, Fu Youwen, have the audacity to ask, is this vine beneath your feet a crop that can produce thousands of kilograms of grain per mu?"