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

Fu Youwen also smiled awkwardly and quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, yes! Why are you still talking so much now? It's such an auspicious sign, and we don't know how much the yield per mu can reach! Digging sweet potatoes is important, digging sweet potatoes is important, hehe..."

After saying this, Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen turned their heads guiltily and faced Qin Kui with their backs.

He hurriedly picked up the hoe next to him.

As if nothing had happened, he started digging with the hoe in a serious manner.

Just compared to the beginning.

Obviously, it takes a lot more effort.

"Tsk!" Qin Kui rolled his eyes at the backs of Fu Youwen and Zhan Hui and made an extremely contemptuous sound.

However, he now knew the true value of this pile of ordinary vines in the Imperial Garden, and estimated that the output must be quite astonishing. Of course, he was also curious about the final result.

So he stopped pestering her.

He also started digging hard on his own.

All of a sudden, in the entire imperial garden, whether it was dukes and military heroes or courtiers in red official robes, some were taking off their clothes, some were rolling up their sleeves, some were digging with hoes, some were pulling with their hands... Although their movements seemed clumsy compared to those of truly experienced farmers, the whole place looked bustling with activity.

In an era of food shortage, harvesting food is a joyful thing.

What's more, as they dug with the hoe, sweet potatoes were dug out one by one... Many people, like Fu Youwen, gradually realized in this process that the things buried under this ordinary vine were indeed unusual!

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers.

With the hard work of everyone.

The vines and leaves in the field, which were originally extremely lush and strong... were all turned over... At first glance, it seemed to have become a mess.

Alternative.

But there are piles of sweet potatoes piled up like small hills.

The air was filled with the smell of soil and the juice from plant roots and leaves.

"Come on! Let's weigh this pile and see how much it weighs!"

"Move the weight a little bit more to that side! That's right, it's level. Here it is 327 pounds and 6 ounces! Those using the abacus, add it up!"

"Quick! This pile hasn't been weighed yet, weigh it! Don't miss any!"

"Alright! Here's 183.2 jin (approximately 200 kg) on ​​the abacus!"

"There's more, there's more over there!"

"..."

When everyone had almost completely removed the sweet potato vines from the field, the next step, of course, was to begin counting the harvest. At this moment, the civil officials and military heroes seemed to momentarily forget their previous conflicts and strife. Those who carried the scales did so, those who carried the sweet potatoes moved them... They weighed and recorded the sweet potatoes they had previously piled into small hills.

The officials of the Ministry of Revenue returned to their old jobs.

The abacus beads beside them made a crackling sound, and their heartbeats quickened with each movement of the abacus beads.

A veteran who specializes in settling accounts.

Such obvious data.

Even if we don't need the final exact number, we know that the final result will be astonishing.

At the end, after all the sweet potatoes were weighed, everyone surrounded a few officials from the Ministry of Revenue who were holding abacus beads.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the abacus beads that were constantly moving.

Because he was too anxious, he unconsciously rubbed his hands covered in mud and sand and stamped his feet... He looked anxious and worried.

"Are the people from the Ministry of Revenue any good? They claim to be accountants! But they're so slow calculating the yield per mu!"

"It's almost done. With such a large piece of land, you have to give me some time, right? You are anxious, and I am anxious too!" Several officials from the Ministry of Revenue who were using an abacus sat on the ground without any care, and the abacus beads in their hands were about to emit sparks.

The air in the Imperial Garden was filled with crackling sounds.