This day is designated as a harvest day.

In the entire Nanjing city, all officials who were qualified to meet the morning court were guarded by Zhu Yuanzhang around the newly reclaimed 200,000 acres of fertile land outside the city.

Keep a firm look after it.

Of course, no one dared to come and make trouble during this harvest time.

In addition, around the fertile fields, they have been firmly guarded by a group of soldiers and generals. Some irrelevant business travelers have no chance to sneak into the fields.

Sweet potatoes are digging very quickly.

Don’t look at these 200,000 acres of land, you can’t see it at first sight.

However, basically, the family members usually have four acres of land or five acres. Even if it is a little more, it will not exceed ten acres.

When each company digs out sweet potatoes from each company, the digging speed is very fast.

Therefore, before dark, more than 200,000 acres of sweet potatoes had been dug out of the land.

In the entire field, piles of sweet potatoes like hills appeared.

It looks even more spectacular.

"Report to the emperor, I have already brought people to roughly weigh the sweet potatoes in the fields!"

Yang Siyi, the Minister of Revenue, brought Liu Cheng and Hang Qi, two ministers of the Ministry of Revenue, and a group of officials of the Ministry of Revenue, each of them brought a small booklet to Zhu Yuanzhang, with a happy face.

"In these 200,000 mu of fields, most of the sweet potatoes around the periphery yield is 29 stones per mu. In the fields, the yield of sweet potatoes will slowly increase. Among them, one circle of the outer circle can reach 30 stones per mu, and then going in, it can produce 31 stone per mu. In the middle of the field, it can achieve 32 stone per mu!"

"Thirty-two stones?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but take a look at Zhu Zi'an next to him.

"When I returned to the emperor, I led my men to select three fields, and the weighting result was all thirty-two stones!"

Yang Siyi quickly bowed and said.

"Let's go, take us to have a look!"

Zhu Yuanzhang shouted hurriedly.

Thirty-two stones!

It is directly ten times the yield of wheat rice fields.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but feel wind under his feet, and his walking speed was all the wind.

Similarly, Zhu Biao, Zhu Ting, Zhu Qi, Li Shanchang, Tang He and other ministers who had been following Zhu Yuanzhang were also shocked.

They never dared to think about the output of more than 30 stones per acre.

Unexpectedly, it was realized now.

Moreover, more than 100,000 acres of land can achieve such a high yield.

As for the remaining tens of thousands of acres of land, the yield of potatoes must be less than thirty stones.

"The Caomin has met the emperor, all the great masters, little real people!"

"The grass-roots have met the emperor, dear masters, and have met the little peasant saint!"

‘I’ve seen the little peasant saint in Wudang…’

Along the way, all the farmers passing by greeted Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Biao and others with excitement on their faces.

Some farmers even shouted loudly that Zhu Zi'an was the saint of farming.

"Dear fellow villagers, Xiaodao is just a little Taoist priest on Wudang Mountain. Are you really a farmer saint? Don't call Xiaodao like this, Xiaodao can't afford it!"

"Xiao Zhenren, a mu of land produces 30 stones of grain. Is this ten times the land before? Planting one mu is equivalent to planting ten mu. Now, just one mu of land can support our family. Such achievements are unprecedented and unparalleled, and you are the little farmer saint!"

"Little Zhenren, with this divine object, you are the life-saving benefactor of the people who are the people!"

"Xiaodao is really not..."

"That's right, you must be the name of the little real person and the saint of the farm!"

"Little peasant saint!..."

Now, after seeing the yield of these sweet potatoes, all the farmers are already grateful to Zhu Zi'an.

No matter what Zhu Zi'an said, from the bottom of his heart, he has already recognized Zhu Zi'an as the saint of the farm!

Seeing this, Zhu Zi'an looked helpless.

Even though he was reluctant in his heart, as long as he opened his mouth and had not yet defended a word, hundreds of words would appear around him to refute it.

"Oh~"

He sighed helplessly and hurriedly chased Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Biao and others who had already walked away.

Soon, a few people came to the middle of the field.

The sweet potatoes here are obviously larger than those around the fields.

Even the sweet potato pile is much larger than the sweet potato piles on the outside.

Just a glance, Zhu Yuanzhang knew that Yang Siyi and others were not lying.

"Your Majesty, this area of ​​thousands of acres of land is all produced thirty-two stones per mu!"

Yang Siyi drew a circle with his fingers, his face full of excitement.

"Now, my Daming people will no longer be short of food and will no longer have to go hungry!"

After looking up, Zhu Yuanzhang shouted with excitement on his face.

"The emperor is wise!"

"Your Majesty, with this magical object, my country in Ming Dynasty will surely last forever!"

"We are grateful to the Emperor and the Little Peasant Saint!"

On the side, a group of farmers also knelt on the ground with gratitude on their faces.

"Xiaodao is really not a saint!"

Zhu Zi'an couldn't help but defended himself in a low voice.

However, he ignored him.

Even Zhu Biao, Zhu Qi and others were too lazy to pay attention to it.

"Yang Siyi!"

After the emotions of the people around him gradually stabilized, Zhu Yuanzhang continued.

"I'm here!"

Yang Siyi bowed and bowed.

"It's getting late, and I feel that I'm going to be the one who is responsible for transporting all these sweet potatoes back to Nanjing. If these people are not equipped with enough cars and horses, we allow you to ask for help from the Governor's Office of the Commander-in-Career Commander and Nanjing Office!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said.

"I obey the order!"

After hearing this, Yang Siyi quickly responded.

"But you have to remember that when we distributed sweet potato seedlings to these farmers, we had already agreed that the first sweet potato seedlings were made from the sweet potatoes and potatoes of Zi'an and Prince, as well as the government's cultivation. Therefore, the first batch of sweet potatoes and potatoes needed to collect 30% of their sweet potatoes and potatoes. You are explaining this clearly with these farmers!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said.

"Please rest assured, I understand!"

After saying that, Yang Siyi quickly sent a number of officials from the Ministry of Revenue to make arrangements.

"Yang Siyi, how is the yield of potatoes?"

Then, the crowd came to the potato field again and saw a piece of potatoes piled up with white hills.

"Report to the emperor, these potatoes are also a bumper harvest. The potatoes on the periphery yield ten stones per mu. In turn, they can reach eleven stones per mu and twelve stones per mu..."

Yang Siyi said without hesitation.

He just brought people to weigh these things.

However, with the stimulation of thirty-two stones of sweet potatoes, they are already a little immune to the yield of these potatoes.

"very good!"

However, Zhu Yuanzhang still looked happy.

"Yang Siyi, hurry up and calculate how many stone sweet potatoes and stone potatoes are produced in these 200,000 fields!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said.

"yes!"

After hearing this, Yang Siyi quickly answered.
Chapter completed!