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The autumn harvest ceremony in Niujia Town is a tradition that has been passed down for many years. It has never been interrupted, regardless of whether it is a year of plenty or a year of famine. In the past, the village head would choose the day of the autumn harvest in advance, and then burn incense to worship the ancestors on that day to thank them for their blessings. Now, of course, the town mayor still chooses the day in advance. However, this time, when choosing the day, he did not know that the prince had returned, so it was just a coincidence.

"Heaven above, ancestors below, today there are 836 households in Niujia Town. We thank our ancestors for their protection, which has enabled us to have a bountiful harvest and spared us from hunger..."

As was customary, Niu Ye chanted prayers on the altar. Just as everyone was dozing off, Niu Ye trotted up to Li Junren.

"Your Highness, the ceremony is complete. May we begin the autumn harvest?"

"allow."

"Yes, Your Highness, the autumn harvest begins."

Oh~~~~~~

The crowd, all carrying their farm tools, rushed to the fields. The prince was certainly happy to be able to participate in the autumn harvest ceremony in Niujia Town, but a bountiful harvest was the foundation of their livelihood.

Crown Prince Li Junren, along with the Crown Princess and Li Xixue, sat under a makeshift shed, their eyes fixed on the cornfield before them. He wanted to witness firsthand the birth of the highest yield per mu in Dalong. He had thought about it all night, and with the Crown Princess's encouragement, he had a good idea of ​​what was going on. He believed that Zhou Wu wouldn't lie, and even if the yield wasn't ten shi per mu, five or six shi would still be an impressive number.

To ensure the accuracy of the figures, the Crown Prince specifically instructed Zhou Wu to arrange for the Qingyang Army to fence off this acre of cornfield. It wasn't that he didn't trust Zhou Wu; he was responsible for the people of the Great Dragon Realm.

The villagers who went in to pick corn piled all the corn they had picked onto the open ground in front of Li Junren. Gradually, the corn piled up higher and higher until it completely blocked Li Junren's view.

"this....."

Li Junren's emotions gradually shifted from calm to surprise, and now to shock.

"Someone, bring the scale here immediately."

Before Zhou Wu could speak, Li Junren excitedly took the initiative to make the arrangements.

As the bookkeeper continued to record the weights on the scale, the corn pile gradually decreased. After the last weighing was completed, the bookkeeper handed the ledger to Zhou Wu. Zhou Wu only glanced at it, showing no emotion, before handing it to Li Junren.

"How many?"

"Your Highness, you should see it for yourself."

The ledger was right in his hand, but Li Junren was hesitant to look at it.

"Your Highness, I think so."

The Crown Princess noticed the Crown Prince's predicament and volunteered to help.

"Ah~~"

However, when the Crown Princess saw the numbers, she was so shocked that she dropped the ledger.

"Let me take a look."

At this moment, Li Junren could no longer care about anything else. He picked up the account book from the ground. Eleven shi, a full eleven shi, one shi more than the ten shi reported by Zhou Wu.

The Crown Prince remained silent, and the entire room was quiet except for the sound of Li Junren's heavy breathing.

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha."

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

"Hahaha, Zhou Wu, I'm fine. I want to recommend you for merit, a great merit. May the future generations of the Great Dragon be worry-free."

Li Junren laughed somewhat maniacally, and Zhou Wu even saw tears in the corners of his eyes, wondering if he was recalling some unbearable past events.

"Father, before the Great Dragon was established, our family was so poor that we couldn't even afford to eat. My brother, the Crown Prince, almost starved to death back then."

Li Xixue slowly explained the reason.

"Soldier"

Zhou Wu narrowed his eyes, realizing that's how it is.

"Zhou Wu, let's go. I'm going to drink until we drop today."

Li Jun put his arm around Zhou Wu's shoulder.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment, there is still one crop that has not been harvested."

"What crop is it? Does it have a higher yield than corn? Hahaha."

Li Junren's remark was originally just a joke, but Zhou Wu nodded seriously.

"What is the yield per mu?"

Li Junren was starting to panic. He even felt a strange fear for some reason. The yield of corn per mu was already something he never dared to dream of, but Zhou Wu actually had a grain that could produce an even higher yield than corn.

"I'm not sure, but I estimate it'll be around fifteen or sixteen shi (a unit of dry measure)."

"Hiccup~~~"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, someone help the Crown Prince!"

Good heavens, Zhou Wu never expected that Li Junren would actually faint. He was afraid of scaring him, so Zhou Wu deliberately concealed the true yield of 20 shi of potatoes. Well, well, he just fainted. I wonder if future historical records will write that the Crown Prince Li Junren was so frightened by digging potatoes that he fainted.

"I'm here. The Crown Prince is just suffering from heatstroke."

To prevent Li Junren from being remembered negatively in history, Zhou Wu had no choice but to tell a kind lie. He directly pinched Li Junren's philtrum, and sure enough, the man slowly woke up, weakly uttering a single word.

"dig."

"Your Highness, order the digging of potatoes."

The weakened Li Junren was helped up. Everyone was trying to persuade him to go back and rest, but Li Junren insisted on witnessing yet another miracle.

The same operating procedure, except that these potatoes, which look like stones, don't look like grains at all.

"Your Highness, the statistics have been completed."

"You read it."

Li Junren no longer wanted to see the account books. Having already received eleven shi of corn, he was willing to accept the fifteen or sixteen shi of potatoes.

"Potatoes yield 20 shi per mu (approximately 0.16 acres)~~~~"

The accountant also felt that twenty bushels of grain was simply a miracle, so he involuntarily raised his voice.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, someone come here! His Highness has fainted again."

"Escort His Highness back to his residence."

Zhou Wu didn't dare to pinch Li Junren's philtrum anymore. Who knew if Li Junren had fainted from fright or if he really had some health problem? Forget it, we'll talk about potatoes next time.

. . . . . .

"Your Highness, Lord Zhou, His Highness the Crown Prince is fine. He was just frightened. I will give him a few acupuncture needles and he will wake up soon."

"Master Zai, please administer the acupuncture quickly."

"Alright, but I wonder what kind of fright the prince suffered that caused him to faint."

"Uh, it's nothing, it's nothing, let's get started with the acupuncture."

This is such an awkward question. Does Zhou Wu mean that the Crown Prince was frightened unconscious by potatoes?

"Your Highness, rest assured, Master Zai's medical skills are miraculous; the Crown Prince will surely be alright."

"Thank you for your trouble, Master Zai."

Fortunately, all the people from Yaowang Valley moved to Niujia Town. Zhou Wu was worried that Li Junren might have some kind of hereditary disease, so he quickly invited Zai Hongfei over. Luckily, he was just scared unconscious by the potatoes.

Sure enough, Zai Hongfei applied several needles to the Crown Prince's hand, and the Crown Prince woke up.

"Tu~~~~Tu~~~".

"Your Highness, please rest well first. We can discuss everything later."

Zhou Wu quickly interrupted the Crown Prince, saying that at this moment, he was still thinking about potatoes, and that he had to tie potatoes together in the history books.