I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask you, what are potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn? How come we old folks have never heard of them?"

Li Chengqian sat on the dragon throne, looked at Fang Xuanling and smiled slightly. He had expected these old ministers to have such questions.

His gaze slowly searched among the court officials, finally landing on a young man. "It's normal that Prime Minister Fang doesn't know. The young man standing behind Prime Minister Fang, I remember your name is Chen Fusheng, right? Are you the most outstanding student in this batch of Xianyang Academy?"

"Your Majesty, I am Chen Fusheng." The young man walked out respectfully. He had an upright posture and an elegant temperament. He bowed deeply to Your Majesty, his expression showing confidence and humility, and his eyes sparkling with wisdom.

"Okay, then you will explain to the elders in the court what potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn are."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Chen Fusheng responded and turned to face the ministers.

Chen Fusheng bowed slightly, saluted the elders, cleared his throat, and began to explain, "Seniors, the so-called potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn are all miraculous crops meticulously developed by Your Majesty in Xianyang. These crops embody the painstaking efforts of Your Majesty and numerous scholars, and are the fruit of wisdom."

"The Ministry of Agriculture conducts in-depth and meticulous research and updates its varieties every year, just like protecting rare treasures. My colleagues from Xianyang here are well aware that in Xianyang, we have these at almost every meal."

"Take sweet potatoes, for example. They were a successful variety discovered last year. After large-scale planting and rigorous statistics, the average yield per mu reached 1,500 kilograms! This yield far exceeds that of all crops currently grown in the Tang Dynasty."

Fang Xuanling's eyes widened when he heard this, his face filled with shock. He subconsciously interrupted Chen Fusheng, "Young man, please allow me to interrupt you for a moment. You just mentioned this crop called sweet potato, and its average yield is 1,500 kilograms per mu?"

Chen Fusheng nodded solemnly. "Yes, Minister Fang, it's around 1,500 kilograms per mu. That's from last year. Thanks to the tireless efforts of scholars at the Ministry of Agriculture, this year's newly developed seedlings have been carefully cultivated and tested in experimental fields, and the estimated yield should reach just over 2,000 kilograms per mu. This increase in yield is the result of the hard work of countless people."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap exploding in the court, and the entire court was shaken instantly.

Not to mention Fang Xuanling, all the old ministers in the court had red eyes, with expressions mixed with excitement, excitement and disbelief.

Li Jing couldn't contain his excitement. He took a step forward, his voice trembling with excitement. "My friend, this thing has such a high production volume. How is the storage condition? Does it spoil easily?"

Chen Fusheng smiled and shook his head: "General Li, sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn are all treasures bestowed upon the Tang Dynasty by heaven! They can be preserved for an extremely long time, as if they possess magical preservation techniques. Not only are they not easily spoiled, but they are also very resilient and adaptable to the environment. Whether it is drought or flood, they can grow tenaciously."

After hearing this, Li Jing's chest heaved violently, as if he saw the future of the Tang Dynasty army.

If this stuff is used as military rations, it can ensure that every soldier is well fed. Then the army of the Tang Dynasty will be even more powerful and invincible. There will be no need to worry about the supply of food and grass. The Tang Dynasty will have nothing to fear from foreign enemies and will be powerful to all directions.

No sooner had Li Jing finished speaking than Wei Zheng stepped forward impatiently, his eyes filled with eagerness and longing: "Young friend, oh no, Lord Chen, is what you said true? 1,500 catties per mu?"

Chen Fusheng nodded seriously again: "If you gentlemen do not believe me, you can go to Xianyang and see for yourselves, or ask the students from Xianyang around here. It is absolutely true, without any falsehood! I guarantee it with my reputation."