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

Fu Youwen made the judgment based on his own experience.

He felt that it was more likely that Zhu Yunhuan had really achieved a grain yield of several thousand kilograms per mu...

However, he was still a little nervous when he spoke - it sounded so ridiculous, but he was the one who played the supporting role for Zhu Yunhuan. If this was false, others would probably scold him behind his back in the future. To put it more seriously, he might even lose his reputation in his later years.

He swallowed and looked at Zhu Yunhuan nervously.

Zhu Yunhuan's face showed no trace of guilt. Instead, he was genuinely happy, excited, and overjoyed. He nodded with satisfaction, "It's said that Master Fu has been serving the Ming Dynasty since before my grandfather founded the dynasty. Master Fu is a smart man, isn't he?"

After saying this, a confident smile appeared on his face.

He paused, narrowed his eyes, glanced at everyone, and said loudly, "That's right! This vine is a sweet potato vine. The sweet potatoes you just ate... are buried in the ground beneath your feet. If you don't believe me, just dig them up yourself! Dig them out and weigh them!"

The yield per mu is several thousand kilograms.

A normal person would think he is crazy or stupid for just talking nonsense.

What you dig yourself is more trustworthy than anything else.

As soon as Zhu Yunhuan finished speaking, he grabbed a vine at random and pulled it up with force, just like before. With the sound of mud and sand shaking off, a bunch of big and fat sweet potatoes hung under the vine and were picked up by Zhu Yunhuan.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Regardless of the per-acre yield, the quality of the crops in Zhu Yunhuan's hand is indeed good.

"What are you all standing there for? Dig! This is an imperial edict!" Zhu Yunhuan looked at the sweet potato in his hand with a smile and urged everyone directly.

Hearing what Zhu Yunhuan said.

Everyone finally came to their senses and stopped worrying about whether the per-acre yield figures were true or false. They all responded, "Your humble servant obeys your order!"

Then he followed Zhu Yunhuan's example and started to pull up the sweet potato vines on the ground.

They are so positive.

One reason was that Zhu Yunhuan said it was an imperial decree, and the other was that he was trying, hoping for a lucky break. Even if His Majesty's words were ridiculous, even if a young emperor like him might have no idea about many things and made a mistake, what if? What if this was true?

Dukes and military generals are obviously better at hard work like digging the ground.

While many civil officials were still trying to figure out how to get the things out of the ground, the Huaixi noble group headed by Lan Yu and Chang Sheng had already started to pull them out with "rustling" sounds, just like Zhu Yunhuan, using force to break all obstacles.

"Hey! I pulled up a whole bunch in one breath! Quick, count how many there are?"

"Hahahaha! What's that to you? Not only are these skewers more plentiful, but they're even bigger than yours. If I roast them in the oven, I wonder how delicious they'll be!"

"One string! Two strings..."

"Hehehehe! It's fun! It's really fun!"

"There's really something to stop it in my hand!"

"..."

A few decades ago, the nobles of Huaixi were a group of people who could not afford to eat and had to become bandits. Even if they did not make the final calculations and determine the yield per mu at this moment, as long as they knew that this thing was edible, delicious, and could fill their stomachs... they would be extremely excited when the harvest came.

Besides, this stuff comes in a long bunch, and it feels heavy in your hand. In this era, the weight of food is the weight of life.

Of course, everyone was happier and more excited.

At the same time, the civil servants also took action, not only because they did not dare to disobey the imperial edict, but also because they were curious and expectant.

But they were not as efficient as the group of warriors in doing their work.

You can't pull it out by force.

All I could do was use the hoe that had been prepared long ago and dig into the soil bit by bit along the roots: