System: I let you have children, not fight for hegemony

Chapter 27 The Great Harvest

Under the calm surface of Handan, undercurrents are surging, and the pro-Qin faction and the anti-Qin faction are using their methods one after another, and you come and go.

But the people of Zhao State were very proud.

"Female Sir, will your Majesty be willing to accept Shangdang?" Qiwu stared at the many fish expectantly.

Many of the fish that were stopped laughed and said, "Where did you learn about this?"

Prisoner Wu scratched his head in embarrassment: "It has been spread throughout the world. It is said that it was said by the postman who delivered the letter."

"Aren't you afraid that Zhao will seize the party and cause Qin to counterattack? Once a war breaks out, you might go to the battlefield."

Prisoner Wu looked at the many fishes in confusion: "In this world, sooner or later we will go to war, either with Qin or with Qi and South Korea. Who can escape?"

Many fish seemed to have been pricked in the heart by a needle, cheering up and saying: "Don't think too much, I will take you to a good place."

Qiwu said nothing and just followed many fish up the mountain.

"Female Queen!" Xu Xing smiled broadly, and a group of farm boys stood beside him, all of whom were smiling.

In the fields, neat rows of potato vines swayed in the sunshine, and their green leaves danced in the breeze.

Many fish squatted down and gently pushed aside a potato vine. The fishy smell of earth mixed with the fragrance of plants lingered in their noses.

Underneath this is the result of months of hard work by everyone, a surprise brought about by the collision of time and space.

Xu Xing squatted down, carefully shoveled off the upper layer of soil with a small shovel, and dug down along the roots, moving as gently as a feather.

The farm boys stared at this scene intently, their palms wet with sweat.

hissing...

Everyone's expressions changed drastically and they couldn't help but breathe.

The small shovel hit something and made a muffled sound.

The sweat on Xu Xing's forehead flowed to the corners of his eyes, causing discomfort, so he wiped the sweat off his head with his sleeves, and then wiped his hands on his clothes.

"Nvjun, why don't you come and give it a try?" Xu Xing's voice trembled and he was a little discouraged.

Many fish swallowed their saliva a few times, and their throats were as dry as if they were on fire: "Shall I do it?"

Xu Xing squeezed the shovel tightly and took a deep breath: "I'll do it."

Xu Xing simply gave up using the shovel and swept away the soil with his hands.

The first potato appeared unexpectedly.

Perhaps due to acclimatization, this potato was not as plump and round as those produced by the system. Instead, it was skinny, not even as big as the palm of your hand.

"Success!"

The farm children burst into tears, hugging each other and crying.

Xu Xing held back the tears in his eyes and continued digging down, one after another, like a string of fat dolls, which made people happy just to look at them.

This potato vine actually produced 7 potatoes!
Xu Xing took off his robe, put it in the basket, and then put the potatoes in one by one.

Surging emotions collided in the hearts of many fish.Underneath each of these ridges of potato vines is the hope of the times!

Everyone looked at the potatoes in the basket without saying a word.

"What are you doing? Why don't you go home for dinner?" Lian Po took Zhao Zheng and his guards up the mountain to find a lot of fish.

They usually had three meals a day, and there was a lot of fish, but they didn't come back during lunch time. Lian Po and Zhao Zheng were worried, so they went up the mountain together.

Seeing that Lian Po's big feet were about to step onto the field, many fish shouted loudly: "Master, please show mercy!"

Lian Po raised his feet high and hung in the air: "This is an open space, and I didn't step on the seedlings!"

Knowing that there are many fish treasures in these crops, Lian Po specially picked an open space for walking.

Many fish hurriedly supported Lian Po: "Master, follow me and don't walk around."

Lian Po snorted coldly, but still motioned to the guards behind him to pay more attention.Many Fish: "Xu Langjun, let's get started."

At the command of many fishes, the farmer's children formed groups of two, and each group was responsible for digging a ridge of potatoes.

"Are you here to play in the mud?" Lian Po was trapped in place by many fishes and was not allowed to move. He was very dissatisfied.

Many Fish focused entirely on the potatoes and said perfunctorily: "Master, just wait patiently."

Xu Xing and others became more and more skilled in their movements, and small and cute potatoes were carefully stored in the basket.

The open space was filled with baskets filled with potatoes, and Lian Po and others had nowhere to put their feet.

Zhao Zheng silently estimated the potato yield in his mind, his black eyes getting brighter and brighter.

With trembling hands and tears and runny nose, Xu Xing dug half an acre and found 10 kilo of potatoes!
In ordinary farmland, the grain yield is about 3 shi per mu.

The gap between the two is so huge!

Suddenly, a farmer cried loudly: "If there had been such a magical thing back then, how could I, Sister Aweng, have starved to death!"

The senior brother next to him hugged him and burst into tears: "There was a severe drought in Zhao State, and tens of thousands of acres of fertile land were harvested. It was a natural disaster. Now that there are gods, the tragedy of that year will never happen again."

Lian Po's personal guards were also very excited: "If I ask the female monarch for a few potatoes, will the female monarch give them to me?"

"You are already a personal guard, why do you still care about this small amount of food?"

"You don't have to choose the field for these potatoes. Even if you plant them in the yard, you can add more vegetables."

"I want it too. The weather this year has been bad. The elders in the clan said there may be a severe drought next year."

Lian Poheng glanced at his personal guards: "On this little land, how many potatoes can we have? You all want them away, so what's the use of the extra fish?"

The guards lowered their heads and dared not speak.

When the sun set over the western mountains, Xu Xing and others finished harvesting this piece of farmland.

Many fish reluctantly picked out the two smallest potatoes: "Today, we will try how these taste."

Lian Po curled his lips and complained: "You are so petty. One mouthful is too small for you."

Many fish were unconvinced: "This potato can be cut into four pieces, which is four potato seedlings. One potato seedling can produce six to seven potatoes, and the potatoes will grow more seedlings...Master, you are eating two." Potatoes? There are endless potatoes to eat!”

When Lian Po thought about the mountains of potatoes, he instantly felt distressed: "How about we stop eating them? One or two of them are enough."

Many fish were shamefully excited.

Zhao Zheng opened the fingers of many fish and took away two small potatoes: "It's the first time to plant, someone has to taste it to see if it is edible. These two belong to me."

Xu Xing hurriedly stopped Zhao Zheng: "Master, share one with me. My disciples also want to try it."

Zhao Zheng gave one to Xu Xing.

When Lian Po saw this, he quit. He took out his pocket knife, cut the potatoes in Zhao Zheng's hand in half, and took away half.

Many fish were dumbfounded. Although potatoes were a little more precious, they were not that expensive...

After returning to the Lian Mansion, Lian Po cut six small slices of potatoes as thin as cicada wings. After the six members of the family ate them, he planted the remaining potatoes in the courtyard with his own hands.

"Master, we have a good harvest of potatoes this year. What I said was just a joke." Many fish felt very unhappy when they saw Lian Po's unwillingness to eat.

Lian Po stroked the tops of many fish's hair: "In the year of great disaster, people will starve to death for thousands of miles. This little potato may be able to save a life."

Zhao Zheng planted half a potato in his hand next to the hole dug by Lian Po: "Mrs. Lian, this is a gift for you."

Many fish don't want to break this beautiful atmosphere, but...

"Master, Azheng, have you ever thought about how these potatoes can survive in the dead of winter?"

Lian Po and Zhao Zheng looked at each other, dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)