Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 67

It is said that this amazing dance comes from the unique ingenuity of Zhou Zhiwei. This person's talent is like a master craftsman who carves flying dragons and depicts colorful phoenixes. There are hot discussions among the people that he should be introduced to the East Palace to show off what he has learned in his life. The brilliance of intelligence.

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, the expression on his face changed rapidly, as if a thousand thoughts were swirling between his brows, and his heart was filled with waves: "Someone actually used a spear made of cold hard iron instead of the light steel pipe commonly used in the world, so ingenious His dance creations are rare in the world! This kid Zhou Zhiwei has always been good at provoking the current situation and outlining the changes in the situation. Looking back on his past deeds in Yangqu County, he has already made a fuss and become famous far and wide. Now if he is released, Stepping straight into the East Palace, I am afraid that the original tranquility and tranquility there will be set off by him to cause a subversive storm."

Lin Xiaofeng had a wry smile on his lips, mixed with a hint of indescribable helplessness, and responded slowly: "In my opinion, it would be better for such a character to hone himself on the trial stone of Yangqu County to see if he can It can withstand the dual tempering of time and reality. As for whether the East Palace can contain his deviant courage and courage, it is still unknown."

At this moment, just as this conversation was going on, Emperor Jingjiang was yawning extremely lazily. His words were mixed with a strong breath of tiredness and a deep attachment to the warm dream of the dragon couch: "When the time comes to set off, you must remember Wake me up."

Li Dexian bowed and agreed, preparing to retreat quietly. However, as soon as he turned around, he was caught by Lin Xiaofeng with quick eyes and hands. Lin Xiaofeng's eyes were shining brightly, full of eager desire to inquire.

Seeing this, Li Dexian couldn't help but feel energetic. A smile slowly spread on his face, like ripples on the lake: "Speaking of the interesting things that happened last night, there is one thing that will definitely surprise you! Those drunk men, In the chaos, they mistook the toilet bowl for a clear well, and rushed to drink the so-called 'sweet spring water' in it. It is really ridiculous!"

What made people even more laughable and even jaw-dropping was that there was actually a guy who put on a serious attitude and threatened to fill a gourd with the so-called "holy water", intending to take it all the way back to Kyoto, but unexpectedly, At dawn today, all those devout people were cursed by diarrhea. Their faces were as pale as paper and their bodies were curled up. This situation was really self-inflicted to the extreme, absurd and extremely ironic.

When Li Dexian mentioned this, he held his belly and laughed loudly. The laughter vibrated throughout the space like a bell. His whole body rose and fell with the waves of laughter, and he was almost lying on the ground, leaning forward and back as if The boat was tossed in the strong wind.

Lin Xiaofeng listened quietly to this episode, and couldn't help but feel a sudden chill running down his spine, his pores stood up, and ripples appeared deep in his heart: "I see, that's no wonder I always feel like my memory of yesterday is like a incomplete ancient book, leaving out crucial information. Important chapter.”

His thoughts drifted to the almost surreal scene - a group of high-ranking ministers toasting to drink the sewage from the toilet without knowing it. The scene was so absurd and bizarre, and it was heart-stopping because of the cruelty of reality. , for a while, tragedy and comedy intertwined, and the emotions were complicated and difficult to distinguish. There was both a mockery of the ignorance of human nature and a sigh at the impermanence of fate.

At this moment, time seems to be frozen in the ancient copper leak, and every drop of water is beating a melancholy and lengthy rhythm, as if a long hour has been stretched into a tunnel with no end in sight.

Until the group of officials wrapped in embroidered court uniforms, under the spur of time, were like an old and tired camel team, shoulder to shoulder, leaning on the already mottled staircase handrail, dragging their feet one by one, barely walking. Go down the steps.

Their faces were engraved with deep traces of exhaustion, their eyes were misty and confused, and their steps were heavy and dragging, all of which showed how the luxurious and noisy banquet last night greedily devoured their strength and vitality.

Today, they are like old oak trunks that have gone through vicissitudes of life. Under the scorching sun, their skin is rough and their flesh is dry, and their muscles and bones are soft. Every step they take seems to have exhausted all their strength. The fatigue is soaked into their bones and cannot be concealed. .

How much prosperity and prosperity did that night's banquet gather to force them into such an embarrassing predicament? This question is like a mysterious scroll with no answer, buried deep under the sands of time. Although no one can give a precise answer, the languid image of those officials at this moment has become the most intuitive answer.

In this oppressive and almost breathless atmosphere, Lin Xiaofeng suddenly transformed into lightning that broke through the haze, tearing apart the stagnant silence unexpectedly.

His face turned red, his eyes flashed with angry flames, and those words that sounded like thunder pointed directly at the innkeeper's negligence of his duties: "You guys are lazy! How do I always warn you with all my sincerity? The work is rigorous and meticulous? A rag can be held in the hand for more than half an hour without being replaced. How can such poor service quality allow guests to rest here without any worries? "

He crossed his arms across his chest and sternly reprimanded with the power of thunder. Every word was like a ground-breaking, earth-shattering sound.

He continued to complain bitterly, and his words were full of persistent defense of a certain sacred order: "As for the regulations regarding the cleanliness of the toilet, I have repeatedly emphasized that it must be done with an almost paranoid attitude. Seven After several meticulous brushings, there are seven more clear and thorough rinses. The most critical part is to ask the waiter in the store to taste it in person, using this almost cruel method to ensure that it reaches this level. Strict hygiene standards, have any of you actually achieved this?"

His voice was like a violent storm, sweeping across the entire spacious hall in an instant. The force was so powerful that it made the air tremble, as if every tiny particle of dust could not survive under this shock, and could only tremble one after another. Fleeing to the corner, he huddled and trembled, witnessing this scene in fear.

Faced with Lin Xiaofeng's thunderous accusation, the innkeeper's face suddenly lost all color and became as pale as rice paper soaked in moonlight.

A large amount of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, just like a sudden rain hitting a lotus leaf in summer, slipping down drop by drop, quietly soaking his collar.

He was so frightened that even his words became stammered. He could only try his best to stabilize his mind and responded uneasily: "Let me tell Mr. Lin, we will abide by all the regulations you have established and we will not dare to slack off at all... However, today happened to be a new boy who had just arrived and was not yet familiar with these rules, so I immediately ordered him to change a new rag and teach him strictly."

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, with deep disappointment and anger intertwined in his eyes. It was a warning that iron cannot be transformed into steel. He warned sternly: "If this happens again, I will definitely I’ll peel off your skin and let you truly understand what it means to respect the rules!”

After the harsh reprimand subsided, the expressions of the officials gathered gradually softened, as if the boulder that had been hanging in their hearts had finally fallen safely.

Everyone silently reflected in their hearts. It turned out that even high-ranking and powerful people would have moments when they were drunk and lost their temper. Compared to Lin Xiaofeng at the moment, their performance today did not seem to be excessive, at least they still retained the last trace of their behavior. Your face will not become a laughing stock in the streets, for people to chat and enjoy after dinner.

Lin Xiaofeng, in the eyes of the people of Yangqu County, is as difficult to control as a rock. His name is often closely followed by words such as "difficult" and "thorny". However, in this turbulent and chaotic world, Lin Xiaofeng alone maintains an almost harsh pursuit of trivial and ordinary matters such as hygiene. Needless to say, just take a look at the square in the center of Yangqu County. A wide street is enough to understand - it is as clean as the clear sky after a new rain, not a trace of dust can be found, as if every stone slab and every inch of soil are telling the owner's unyielding cleanliness.

He often mentioned his painstaking efforts in health management, which was not a bluff, but a real effort that was as hard as iron.

At this moment, a storm like a storm seemed to have subsided for the time being. Lin Xiaofeng's eyes were like a cheetah catching the ever-changing fighter plane. He quietly raised his sleeves and gently wiped away the beads of cold sweat on his forehead. At that moment His expression is as condensed as that of a calm old man facing the ups and downs of life.

He hides deeply and knows that life is like a chess game, and he has no regrets about his moves. He should not be too arrogant and domineering, otherwise it will only attract hostility from all sides. At that time, even if he is traveling in the world, he will have difficulty and hit walls everywhere.

Being able to escape this disaster today, Lin Xiaofeng felt a burst of unspeakable joy in his heart. He knew that as soon as the key figure named "Sweet Potato" appeared, everyone's attention would immediately shift to the situation they faced today. A sudden crisis, like the morning mist meeting the sunshine, will eventually dissipate until there is no trace.

During this period, he, Lin Xiaofeng, will still stick to his unique standards, wait for the situation to change, and continue to write the chapter of his life.

In the bustling crowd, Li Dexian, a scheming boy, was like a cunning fox, with a hidden but obvious look of schadenfreude on his lips. It was obvious that his character had not been completely tempered by the royal education.

Regarding this situation, Lin Xiaofeng felt a subtle smile deep in his heart, as if there was an undercurrent of ingenuity surging under the calm water of the lake. He was thinking carefully in his heart about how to give this unknown person something to do at an appropriate moment in the future. A profound lesson for a little guy who knows no sense of propriety and depth, which allowed him to truly understand the philosophy of life that there are people in the world and there is a heaven in the world.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng took firm and powerful steps towards the powerful figure respected by the world as Emperor Jingjiang.

At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang's figure is immersed in the baptism of the golden sunshine in the afternoon, and he looks more majestic and heavy, yet still calm and calm, especially in his bright eyes, which shine with determination and determination, as if they can penetrate the world. All hypocrisy and confusion.

Lin Xiaofeng followed closely beside Emperor Jingjiang, his voice was calm and solemn, and every word was ringing: "Your Majesty, heroes and heroes are gathered together at this moment, but the road to the farmland still has a long way to go. I have already foreseen it and made arrangements in advance. I've got a comfortable carriage, and I respectfully invite your Majesty to get on board."

At this moment, the crisp and exciting sound of horse hooves suddenly broke the original silence. A magnificently decorated and exquisite carriage started its journey under the guidance of Wang Yingchao, just like a dragon ready to go. , winding between heaven and earth, majestic and majestic, rushing towards the field that carries countless hopes and dreams.

The air is filled with the fresh and moist smell of earth, which is the breath of Mother Earth. It is intertwined with people's longing and worries about the future, as well as the determination and courage to move forward fearlessly in the face of unknown challenges.

On that specific day, a group of people stepped into the vast fields. At that time, their faces were different and their emotions were full of emotions. Their inner expectations were as if the heat of summer had been baptized by a sudden autumn rain, and they were washed away by the cold and ruthless wind. The shock of reality chilled my heart.

The uncovered land suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Except for a few sparse green leaves swaying tremblingly in the cold wind, there was almost no sign of fertility.

Whispers filled the crowd silently, buzzing like gnats in the field, all pointing to a mystery - Lin Xiaofeng might be hiding some secret.

Even the most majestic Emperor Jingjiang could not hide the faint cloud lingering in his brow at this moment. His eyes swept across the desolate fields, like a pool of spring water thrown into stones, and a wave of frustration rippled in his heart.

Those leaves remaining on the branches not only did not reflect the spectacular scene of the abundant fruits of potatoes in the prosperous times, but instead increasingly highlighted the emptiness and loneliness of the earth.

However, Emperor Jingjiang did not wallow in the quagmire of despair. On the contrary, his pupils shone with the light of wisdom, and a sharp and deep smile gently formed at the corner of his mouth, just like a carving knife cutting through the fog, revealing insight. The calmness of worldly affairs: "Is it possible that the abundant fruits of this flourishing potato are not what the world sees on the surface, but are hidden under the thick soil, waiting to be discovered?"

Hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng's face instantly glowed with respect and admiration. He nodded in agreement repeatedly and praised sincerely: "Your Majesty really has a unique discernment and can discern everything. I am ashamed of myself."

At this moment, an elusive smile flashed across Emperor Jingjiang's majestic and solemn face, which was a renewed desire to explore unknown areas.

His voice was loud and resounding, like the reverberation caused by the impact of a bell: "No need to say more, immediately uncover the mysterious disguise of Shengshishu, and let me see its true connotation with my own eyes!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already focused wholeheartedly on the land full of life but full of mysteries under his feet. His eyes were full of firm belief and determination, as if he wanted to reveal the secrets hidden deep in the earth one by one. .

With Emperor Jingjiang's decision, which sounded like a bell, the sonorous sound was like a sharp sword cutting through the silence of time and space, instantly igniting the soul of this land that had been silent for a long time.

Lin Xiaofeng acted immediately after hearing the order, his figure was as fast as a cheetah, and his movements showed the precision and sophistication of a conductor who has been baptized in the battlefield.

With steady steps, he measured out a piece of land that was exactly one acre square, and used hardwood boundary stakes like soldiers arrayed to outline a clearly defined and orderly field map.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xiaofeng mobilized the farmers in the fields like an arm and a finger. These incarnations of life force, who had been working with the soil and working hard all year round, now converged into an orderly and powerful harvest torrent.

Their faces were dark and covered with grooves, and sweat rolled down their necks and backs, reflecting gleaming light in the sunlight.

The shovels and hoes waved in the hands are like notes on a symphony score, rising one after another. Every time they break out of the ground, they may touch the roots of a prosperous age that carry the vision of national peace and prosperity. Those who are deeply rooted in this seemingly barren but hidden vitality The treasure in the fertile soil may be curled up in the embrace of darkness, waiting for people to wake up.

In this picture of the vast yellow land in Yangqu County, the group of farmers who have experienced the hardships of the world and experienced the ups and downs of life have become so proficient in the art of digging sweet potatoes that they are so familiar that it has almost become a part of their life instincts, deeply engraved in their hearts. Between their bones, blood and veins.

In comparison, the process of harvesting rice and wheat ears is complicated and trivial, like a rigorous test between heaven and earth; while digging sweet potatoes is more like a gentle gift from Mother Earth for their hard work. Just follow these The curved and spiraling vines gently pry open the thick mud layer, and those sweet potatoes that were originally shyly hiding in the underground world will shyly reveal their plump and round fruits in response to people's expectations, with the fragrance of the soil and the temperature of the earth. The posture, so simple and clear, is indeed the most kind and simple hymn given to them by nature.

As autumn approaches, the earth is bathed in golden color, and the sweet potato harvest is quietly approaching.

The rows of vessels carrying hope and hard work, or a bamboo basket woven only from green bamboo strips, or a rough and solid linen bag, or even the soul weight that symbolizes fair trade, have long been silent. The fields stand on the edge of the field, like a team of taciturn but extremely loyal guards, quietly watching the grand moment when the sweet potatoes return. The years have carved a silent solemnity and expectation on them.

Dozens of weather-beaten farmers stepped through the well-organized boundaries in the fields and stepped into their respective one-third acres of land.

They held the shovel tightly in their hands, and the sharp edge shone with a cold and tough light in the sun, reflecting the wrinkles on their faces that were engraved with traces of time, and the indifferent yet precise expression hidden behind the wrinkles. Rhythm of movement.

They stirred up the floating soil lightly and steadily. In an instant, the sweet potatoes hidden deep in the ground were as tight and plump as fists, and they broke free from the embrace of the soil. Their bright red skin glowed with an attractive luster under the sun, as if they were burning passionately. The gems were selected one by one by pairs of rough but extremely flexible hands, and carefully placed in various pre-prepared containers.

The plowshares carved deep tracks on this vast land, like notes on a musical score, playing the song of the land's awakening.

The originally silent land seemed to be touched by some mysterious power, and began to slowly lift its thick and fertile veil, revealing the rich fruits that had been gestated for a long time.

The sweet potatoes that are closely connected and arranged in an orderly manner form a rolling scene in the soil, just like mountains and mountains, layer after layer, well-proportioned in size, round in shape, plump, and each one contains The simple and strong vitality originating from the depths of the earth silently tells the hard work of this season and the generous gifts of nature.

In front of this vivid and simple harvest picture, Lin Xiaofeng's heart was filled with complex emotional ripples. His eyes were like a mirror reflecting the past and present, constantly gently swaying in the arc of denial or recollection.

His thoughts dived into the abyss of memory, where a roasted sweet potato as big as a gasoline barrel was buried. Just one bite made his abdomen swell like a full drum. Although the taste was unique, it was also unbearable.

At this moment, compared with the pile of small and delicate sweet potatoes in front of me, although the size is only half of the former, judging from the quantity, there is obviously a significant gap in the yield.

Lin Xiaofeng secretly thought that if he planted this kind of sweet potato, he might be able to eat three or five in one breath without feeling satisfied. As for a strong man like Brother Biao, who has broad shoulders and round waist, he might be able to swallow ten in one breath. One is not a bad idea.

Therefore, the variety improvement and quality improvement of sweet potatoes is undoubtedly a major proposition that needs to be solved urgently in his mind.

At the same moment, Emperor Jingjiang's majestic and deep face was like the sudden ripples on the lake surface when there was no wind, subtle changes that were elusive.

On the broad forehead, a few drops of sweat quietly appeared, crystal clear, shining with a vague uneasy luster under the sunlight, as if reflecting the anxiety in his heart.

In the depths of his eyes, a trace of anxiety was slowly entangled like an invisible spider thread. Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, the deeply suppressed eagerness could not be completely concealed.

The hundreds of officials surrounding Emperor Jingjiang, all dressed in gorgeous court robes and with different expressions, were like duckweeds floating on the lake in autumn. Each of them carried mixed guesses and thoughts, which were too complex to be described in detail.

Their eyes dropped one after another, focusing on this emerging crop called "sweet potato", either giving guidance or examining it, intertwined with curious explorations of the unknown, confusion and doubts about change, and even a hint of facing the unknown. Instinct fear of risk.

Sweet potato seems to have become a sharp double-edged sword at this moment. It not only carries the people's hope for a prosperous future, but also heralds a storm of change that may subvert tradition.

Emperor Jingjiang's hand was tightly clenched, as if holding a tangled piece of history, and the strength of his fist was like thunder that had been suppressed for a long time, finally uncontrollably relaxing at this moment.

His emotions were like the sudden torrent of spring floods, which instantly broke down the dam of reason. What poured out was his eagerness as a person of the Nine Five-Year Plan, but he was deeply concerned about the people's livelihood.

He slightly lifted the corner of his dragon robe. His movement seemed careless, but in fact it embodies the unshakable determination and impatient care of an emperor.

In a way that did not need to be expressed, he quietly issued instructions to Wang Jingwen, his closest attendant and the leader of the ministers.

Wang Jingwen was like a flag waiting for the wind to blow, instantly catching the emperor's subtle signal. The speed of his response was comparable to that of a cheetah hunting. His eyes flashed, and his whole body exuded the spirit of action.

Immediately, he led a group of young eunuchs who were agile and light-footed. They ran as fast as the wind and rain while maintaining the unique solemnity of the palace.

In an instant, a set of large and exquisite scales was brought to the scene steadily, along with containers full of fresh sweet potatoes that had just harvested.

At this moment, they were in the gathering place of countless pairs of blazing eyes, as if they were conducting a sacred sacrifice related to the national economy and the people's livelihood.

The breathing of everyone was almost audible, and every tiny movement was done with caution. They held their breath and concentrated their attention, and gently took out the sweet potatoes full of the blessings of the land from the vessels. They were plump and round, symbolizing the hope of the people's hard work.

These sweet potatoes were carefully placed on the scale one by one. Every time they were put down, the pen tip rustled on the paper, and the heavy weight of each sweet potato was recorded in detail. The whole process was solemn and solemn, as if they were using the most pious Attitudes measure the future destiny of this country.

Lin Xiaofeng was standing in the crowd at the moment. His mood was like the tide on the seashore, wave after wave, constantly impacting his heart.

He thought of the sweet potatoes in his previous life. Those plump sweet potatoes shone like gold on the land. Even on barren land, they could easily achieve a miracle of producing thousands of kilograms per acre. Those high-quality sweet potato varieties can even exceed the 10,000-jin mark, making people full of hope for this land.

And now, he is standing on this piece of land in Yangqu County, this experimental field full of hope.

The soil here is not fertile, but they put in all their efforts, fertilizing, watering, weeding, and carefully caring for every inch of land and every sweet potato seedling.

They are looking forward to this ancient sweet potato variety taking on new life here and revolutionizing planting technology.

Lin Xiaofeng stood at the edge of the field, his eyes fixed on the sweet potatoes, and his heartbeat seemed to be connected to the land and these sweet potatoes.

He knew that this was a critical moment related to the revolution in sweet potato planting technology, and he knew that he could not make any oversights.

He prayed silently in his heart, praying that this ancient sweet potato variety could exert its power at this critical moment. Even if it only achieves a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu, it would be a huge progress and a preliminary step for this reform. success.

With each lifting of the scale, the weight of the sweet potatoes turned into a series of shocking numbers.

"Fifty-seven pounds!"

Wang Jingwen's voice is full and passionate, as if he is throwing this heavy hope into the sky, letting everyone feel its weight.

This number was like a stone thrown into the hearts of the civil and military officials of the dynasty, causing ripples.

"Seventy-three pounds!"

Another lifting of the scale, another shock.

Wang Jingwen's voice seemed to have magic power, which moved everyone.

The anxiety of the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty turned into a raging fire at this moment. They were eager to succeed and to make great achievements in this reform.

As for Lin Xiaofeng, he stood in the crowd, his eyes firm and deep.

He knew that behind this number were their countless attempts and efforts.

He knew that this number was not just a number, it represented hope and the future.

"Ninety-four pounds!"

This number seems to be a huge stone monument, standing in everyone's heart.

It proves that their efforts were not in vain, it proves that their beliefs were not wrong.

At this moment, the civil and military officials of the court seemed to see the dawn of victory, and they saw their own shadow gradually enlarging in His Majesty's heart.

As for Lin Xiaofeng, he saw the dawn of a revolution in sweet potato planting technology, and he saw hope for the future.

He knew that this was just the beginning and they still had a long way to go.

But he believes that as long as they persevere and don't give up, they will be able to revolutionize sweet potato planting technology and bring new life to this land.

Lin Xiaofeng stood in the crowd, his eyes firm and profound.

He knew that his journey was not over yet, his mission was not yet complete.

But he believes that as long as they keep working hard, they will be able to realize their dreams and bring new life and vitality to this land.

Emperor Jingjiang's tall figure is like a mountain, standing steadily on the solid ridge of the field.

In his ears, the farmers' counting sounds echoed one after another. The sound was like the beating of war drums, arousing waves in his heart.

His eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, were firmly fixed on the land that nurtured hope and the farmers who were working hard.

He is related to the country, the country, and the well-being of the people.

Especially when it comes to the matter of "Prosperity Potatoes", which is related to the national economy and people's livelihood, he, Emperor Jingjiang, is determined not to allow any behavior of bullying superiors and concealing subordinates.

Therefore, he must personally supervise the battle and never leave! Just like a strict father, he protects his beloved child and does not allow any mistakes.

Over the years, those local officials, like clowns, have repeatedly submitted false political achievements to the court.

Among them, whitewashing of grain production is the most common. They are like magicians on the streets, using various means to make grain that does not exist appear to be piled up in warehouses.

In the court hall, we heard the shocking news of "a thousand catties per mu" and "hundreds of catties per mu", but in Emperor Jingjiang's heart, it was like the withering of flowers after they have fallen, or the disillusionment when a beautiful dream wakes up.

In his opinion, most of the so-called "auspicious signs" are just flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, and nothing but joy.

However, today, he finally had the opportunity to lift the veil in person and see with his own eyes how many "prosperous potatoes" this "auspicious" place could produce.

When that exciting "One hundred and seventy-nine pounds!"

It exploded like spring thunder in the fields. Emperor Jingjiang could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and a touch of excitement that could not be concealed flashed across his face.

In his eyes, the land in front of him was no longer just an ordinary field, but a treasure land pregnant with endless hope.

After only digging a small part, we have already harvested such rich fruits. If we dig deeper, I am afraid that the yield of sweet potatoes will easily surpass that of ordinary wheat.

"Three hundred pounds!!!"

Wang Jingwen's voice screamed out almost out of control. The voice was more harsh than usual, as if it was going to shake the entire field.

This output has steadily surpassed the conventional output of wheat and rice, becoming the new king of this land.

Hearing this number, Lin Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly flashed with light. It was surprise, shock, and unlimited expectations for the future.

He quickly pushed aside the excited Wang Jingwen and walked quickly towards the large scale that carried the truth.

He cleared his throat, and then continued to count in the same loud voice: "Three hundred and seventy-seven pounds!"

"Four hundred and seventy-nine pounds!"

"..."

Every broadcast sounds like beating the drum of history, engraving this sweet potato production test, which is related to the peace and prosperity of the country and the people, into the stone monument of the years.

This guard, with a dark and resolute face, is like a silent stone statue. At this moment, he is continuously lifting baskets of sweet potatoes into the sky, as if he is carrying an invisible mountain on his shoulders. His breathing is heavy and rapid, like an old bellows. Rough and hoarse.

Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, crystal clear, reflecting the light of perseverance and exhaustion in the sunlight.

Emperor Jingjiang's dragon robe trembled slightly, his heart surged like a frenzy, his fists were clenched until his joints turned white, his eyes flashed with a fiery and excited light, he murmured to himself, and his words were filled with uncontrollable exclamation: "Four One hundred and seventy-nine pounds! This is far beyond expectations, not only breaking four hundred, but also approaching the five hundred mark!"

On this piece of emperor's soil, one acre of sweet potatoes carries a weight that is comparable to two ordinary acres. What lies behind it is enough power to save people from fire and water, and relieve the lives and deaths of thousands of people.

Emperor Jingjiang stepped firmly towards the standing weight and picked up a simple piece of sweet potato with his own hands. His eyes showed exploration and awe, as if this piece of sweet potato contained a shocking secret.

As the majestic and powerful reports sounded, "Five hundred and ninety-four pounds!"

This number shocked the entire audience like thunder, making everyone present dumbfounded and their hearts beating faster.

This is truly one acre worth two acres, or even worse!

However, all this has not yet settled, and heavy baskets of sweet potatoes are still coming one after another and being steadily placed on the scale.

"Six hundred and twenty-two pounds!"

"Seven hundred and eighty pounds!"

Until that almost unbelievable number exploded in the air - "Nine hundred and ninety-one pounds!"

At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang's body was trembling uncontrollably. This excitement did not come from fear, but from extreme surprise and shock.

He originally thought that a yield of 800 kilograms per mu was the ultimate, but unexpectedly, the scene in front of him overturned his assumptions. Lin Xiaofeng's estimate turned out to be so conservative!

Emperor Jingjiang held a piece of sweet potato in each hand and rubbed it repeatedly with his rough palms, as carefully as he treated a child who had just entered the world. His eyes were filled with a breathtaking brilliance, full of expectations and longing for the future.

“The yield per acre is a thousand catties!”

He was filled with excitement. If this miracle could be realized, the history of Jingjiang Kingdom and even the world would be rewritten.

He seemed to see himself holding this sweet potato, arrogant among the heroes, and all the emperors of Jingjiang Kingdom became eclipsed in front of him. He would become an insurmountable peak in history and achieve unparalleled achievements!

"From today on, I am the emperor of eternity, the sage monarch who will be passed down for eternity!"

Emperor Jingjiang screamed from the bottom of his heart. Although his voice did not spill out of his mouth, it was already echoing in the world, announcing the coming of a new era.

Emperor Jingjiang's fingers trembled slightly, and he cast his eyes solemnly at the steaming fields. The farmers in the fields were like tireless stone statues, waving their hoes and digging under the scorching sun. Pieces of plump sweet potatoes came out one after another, like fruits nurtured by the earth. Endless treasures.

"One thousand one hundred and twenty-three pounds——!"

This shout was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, shaking Chen Shuguang in the crowd as if he lost his mind for an instant. He fell to his knees with a plop, his eyes reflected the sweet potatoes that were still being brought to the scale in an endless stream, and he felt mixed emotions in his heart. Tears couldn't help rolling down, and indescribable emotions murmured in his mouth.

Bai Yongyuan and Zheng Qiao, who were next to them, were also in a state of grief. They quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes, their emotions surging.

At this time, a man in the crowd shouted in a voice that was almost sobbing: "God bless Jingjiang, God bless my people in Jingjiang!"

This hoarse cry was like a gust of wind, quickly sweeping through the hearts of every onlooker.

The output of one thousand kilograms per mu not only symbolizes the magical gift of the land, but also heralds the alleviation of human suffering - each acre of land can produce the equivalent of three acres of food, which means that the people all over the world are suffering from hunger and cold. Perhaps you will bid farewell to the sea of ​​suffering and usher in a life without worries about food and clothing.

What vision is more noble and urgent for a society based on agriculture than "everyone has food to eat"?

Hunger is a pain that has penetrated deeply into the bone marrow of a nation. It lingers in the long river of history and lasts for thousands of years until today.

People's fear of hunger is like the mark left by a red iron, deeply engraved in the depths of everyone's soul.

Countless lives disappear year after year under the clutches of hunger. The common people's faces are as pale as paper, and their thin figures seem to have lost their souls. No one can feel these shocking scenes more than Lin Xiaofeng. True.

Back then, even though he tried his best, he still couldn't stop the innocent people around him from starving to death one by one. Especially as a county magistrate, the expectant eyes of the people were focused on him, and the painful memory of being helpless became more and more heartbreaking.

"One thousand five hundred and twenty-seven pounds——!"

Lin Xiaofeng's voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement at this moment, and he was obviously moved by the warm and exciting atmosphere around him.

The numbers in front of him exceeded his expectations, but the work in the fields did not stop, but became more and more intense.

Witnessing this scene, Lin Xiaofeng was filled with endless emotion and excitement. This was a miracle about life and land, a magnificent picture intertwined with countless sweat and expectations.

(End of this chapter)