Chapter 92: Unprecedented harvest, all ministers lose their composure!

Author: March

Chapter 92: Unprecedented harvest, all ministers lose their composure!

After the First Emperor... Wang Jian stood up from his wheelchair tremblingly. With Wang Li's support, he picked the corn and dug out the sweet potatoes.

It was handed over to the attendants waiting beside the cauldron to clean it, and was also placed in the cauldron of boiling white water.

Then came Li Si, Feng Quji, Feng Jie and his son, Meng Wu, Meng Yi and his son...

One by one, the bosses made a grand appearance, entering the farmland one after another, picking corn, digging potatoes, and digging sweet potatoes.

After the Three Gongs and Nine Qings were completed, hundreds of prominent figures from hundreds of families followed, and Zou Feng was naturally among them. Zhao Si was surprised to find that Shusun Tong, a Confucian scholar who taught him etiquette, was also among them.

"That's weird, isn't Shusun Tong a doctor in the imperial edict?" Zhao Si was confused.

Although he didn't have a close relationship with Shusun Tong, Zhao Si also knew about Shusuntong's position after chatting with him. This position was really not ranked among the big guys, so he didn't expect that Shusuntong could also be among them.

Hundreds of officials...hundreds of families...

After a series of symbolic harvests, it was the turn of the prepared soldiers to officially harvest.

Following the order from the First Emperor, the soldiers rushed into the plowing fields with farm tools like wild horses and began to harvest quickly.

The First Emperor stood here, with Zhao Si accompanying him. He was bored. His eyes were attracted by the big cauldron, and his stomach was empty. On this great harvest occasion, there must be a banquet for the ministers, but I don’t know if there will be other processes in the future. Zhao Si will be extremely looking forward to it.

Open the banquet.

As for the yield per mu? Zhao Si didn't pay attention to this. He had been shocked a long time ago. He was already shocked. The expected yield would not be much different from the actual yield. When the First Emperor made arrangements to announce it to the world, he deliberately dispersed the harvest and budgeted to ensure that the data was accurate.

Compared with the yield per mu, Zhao Si is more looking forward to the next meal.

Logically speaking, for such a big happy event, it would be too much if the banquet is not sumptuous enough. Oh yes, there is also a reward of your own.

After the banquet, there will be discussions in the court, giving the officials and families a space to play, and flattering each other. Only then can it be considered a successful conclusion. As for Zhao Si's reward, I am afraid it won't be awarded today, and it will have to be done after the ministers discuss it.

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Zhao Si is not looking forward to it because he is a modern person. Zhao Si has heard of even more exaggerated yields than this, and even enjoys the coolness under the rice in modern times...

But at present, all the civil and military officials, scholars, and even the First Emperor were all staring closely at the soldiers who were harvesting, and at the hundreds of acres of cultivated land.

The First Emperor's eyes were solemn and far-reaching.

Even though he made a lot of preparations and dispersed the harvest several times in advance to determine the expected yield, at this moment, the First Emperor's heart was still not so peaceful.

What is planted here is the hope of Great Qin!

The soldiers broke off corn after corn and dug out sweet potatoes one after another.

Three piles of crops have piled up into three hills in the blink of an eye.

And this is just the beginning!

Sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn have not been harvested much yet.

The crowd began to get a little commotion. Everyone was not a fool. They had personally weighed the weights of these three crops. Although they could not estimate the specific quantities through the harvested fields and visual inspections, they also knew that the yields per mu of these three crops were far from normal.

See it.

As the soldiers harvested wildly, the three hills gradually turned into large mountains. A smile slowly appeared on the face of the First Emperor. The commotion among the people became more obvious, and Zhao Si was also a little commotion.

Because the aroma of boiled sweet potatoes wafted out from the cauldron, he felt hungry and a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Si's nose twitched slightly, and there were sounds of sobbing among the crowd. Looking around, many people shed tears.

"Good guys, everyone is an actor!" Fortunately, this era is relatively restrained, otherwise a few old men would have been sent away.

The harvesting took about an hour, snap, very fast! After all, there were more people.

Right now, three grain hills are piled up.

Someone will move it and weigh it!

Of the three mountains, sweet potatoes are the largest, potatoes are the second, and corn is the smallest, but they are not far behind.

After all, there is no threshing, and there are corn cobs inside. The originally low yield of corn has become worse because the corn cobs account for the volume and weight.

The weighing began, and this time a large number of Qin officials were in charge.

To learn and to measure!

It was another long wait, until Zhao Si's internal organs were crowded with hunger, before Li Si took over the data compiled by the clerk and started to add them up.

"Your Majesty, the total yield of corn per acre...is nine hundred and thirty kilograms!" Li Si's fingers trembled and his voice was a little unsteady.

The crowd was instantly in an uproar... Nine hundred and thirty pounds!

The moment the specific number came out, someone fell to the ground.

Zhao Si noticed that even Zou Feng could not stand firmly and could not lift his hands several times to celebrate.

Shusun Tong, who Zhao Si had always regarded as as gentle as jade, actually raised his hands in the air and cheered.

Some people burst into tears and cried uncontrollably. Some were acting, but some were real.

Zhao Si knew that the yield of 930 kilograms of corn per mu was very watery, because firstly it was not completely dried, and secondly the corn cobs were not removed, but it did not matter. After the corn cobs were removed and threshed, they could not be counted by kilograms, but had to be counted by kilograms.

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Li Si continued to calculate...

"Potatoes, one acre can yield...two thousand six hundred catties."

Li Si's voice was thin and weak at this moment, and he felt like he was short of breath. He opened his mouth very wide, but his voice was very small. This output was too big, so loud that it was unreal, and it was so loud that he was short of breath. Li Si even hesitated.

He brought the calculated data to the First Emperor.

The First Emperor did not speak, his crown shook slightly, and he just nodded.

Li Si then turned around and looked at everyone.

"Potatoes...one acre yields 2,600 kilograms!"

The yield of 900 jins of corn was unbearable, and the yield of 2,600 jins of potatoes was even more heavyweight. Wang Jian stood up tremblingly while holding on to his wheelchair. It was a medical miracle.

The crowd even lost their voice for a moment at this moment.

Everyone took a breath of cold air at this moment, and the global temperature rose by 0.2 degrees.

Some people are happy, but others are happy on the outside but sad on the inside.

In comparison, Meng Yi, who was the first to learn about the approximate output and saw the actual product with his own eyes, was more restrained, and the same was true for Zhao Gao.

He stood quietly next to Hu Hai, looking at Zhao Si who was standing in his position with a gentle smile on his face.

"Teacher! Two thousand catties! Two thousand catties!" Hu Hai's voice was full of excitement, and he even wanted to jump up.

"Cai!" Zhao Gao cheered to Hu Hai with a smile on his face.

The yield of potatoes is 2,600 kilograms per acre, which is heavy enough, but it is far from over. Li Si thought he was mentally prepared, but when he started to calculate, he found that he was very mentally prepared.

Apparently it's not enough.

When that number easily exceeded the total potato output, Li Si realized something was wrong. For this reason, he even thought that he was out of sight and deliberately recalculated.

When the numbers were added up one by one to finally calculate the final result, Li Si's hand could no longer hold the pen.

It's not that he can't verify it mentally, but now, his mind is confused!

Yield per mu! Five thousand seven hundred kilograms!

Five thousand seven hundred pounds!

This is a figure that is completely unimaginable. Li Si, as an extension of the will of the First Emperor after the unification of the Qin State and a model for the Legalists, he knew very well what this output meant.

Things that were once only fantasized will easily become reality.

Even from the perspective of Shang Jun's five skills of controlling the people, if a crop yields 5,700 kilograms per mu, it will probably last for hundreds of thousands of years, and the people of the world will be able to control it.

The people's affordability will increase geometrically, which also means that greater policies and reforms can be implemented. The fault tolerance rate will also increase geometrically.

over.

As a contemporary representative figure of Legalism, Li Si had a grand dream in his heart. He did not want to live in the shadow of that person all his life. He wanted to make Legalism reach its greatest glory in his own hands.

Li Si's fingers were clenched and turned blue and white. At this moment, his voice was so loud that he lost his voice!

"Sweet potatoes...one acre yields 5,700 kilograms!"

The sound fell, like a huge rock falling from the sky, a thunderbolt from the blue, or like water pouring into a frying pan, with a momentary stagnation followed by infinite boiling.

The First Emperor raised his head slightly, although the yield per mu was not very different from the previously estimated yield per mu, even though the First Emperor was mentally prepared.

But when everything came to fruition, the First Emperor was still moved by it.

Above the sky, the scorching sun hangs high!

The portraits and tablets of ancestors from past generations flashed in my eyes!

"Destiny! It's in Qin!"

The First Emperor murmured slightly, as if speaking to himself, as well as to heaven, earth and all things.
To be continued...