The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

At this moment, Li Ke felt that his head was a little confused.

What did he just hear?

The potatoes they planted back then could actually produce a yield of two thousand kilograms per mu?

Isn't this a joke?

Something that looks so ugly can actually produce so much.

The last time he knew that that acre produced three thousand kilograms of rice, Li Ke's outlook had already been refreshed.

Now this potato...

When the others saw Wei Zheng staring at Zhao Chen, they thought there was some conflict between the two.

Unexpectedly, what he was talking about was the potato.

"Zhao Da, are you really not boasting? The yield of such a little thing can be two thousand kilograms per mu?" Cheng Chumo asked cautiously, holding a freshly taken out potato in his hand.

He has never had such an idea.

After all, no one would believe that such a small thing could have such a large output.

"If it weren't for sir, I would have never heard of the name potato, let alone the yield per mu of two thousand kilograms!"

"Who isn't? Now I'm just curious, is there really that much output!"

"If there is really such a large output, it will undoubtedly be a big event that can change the Tang Dynasty."

"With so many potatoes, if we sell them to His Majesty, can we make a lot of money?"

What the last person said was very consistent with Zhao Chen's thoughts.

Looking back, I saw the speaker, the little girl Wu Jue.

Wu Jue looked at Zhao Chen, his eyes full of light.

"Of course it is. If you don't give me money, you can't buy potatoes!" Zhao Chen said with a smile.

Before the locust plague occurred, Zhao Chen originally planned to keep some of the potatoes.

The rest were made into French fries and potato chips, and Huang Zhi arranged for them to be sold.

The novel food will definitely arouse the people of the Tang Dynasty to chase after it. When the time comes, the money will naturally come rolling in.

Now, Zhao Chen would not give these things to Lao Litou in vain.

This brother

I still have to figure out whether to settle the score or not.

If you want potatoes without giving money, then you are just dreaming.

"Everyone works hard today. After the potatoes are sold, everyone will get money." Zhao Chen waved.

Everyone was already eager to see if this potato was really what Zhao Chen said.

It can produce two thousand catties per mu.

Zhao Chen waved his hand, and everyone rushed to the field in front.

Even Wei Zheng took off his wet boots at this moment, tied up his trousers and ran into the fields.

"Holy shit, what do you think this is?" Cheng Chumo went down with his hoe and pulled out a big pile of potatoes.

"This... this is too much!" Qin Huaiyu looked shocked.

Also follow a hoe down.

Fang Yizhi and others looked shocked and started to move their hands one after another.

"Zhao Chen, look at this!" Wei Zheng came back dragging a large pile of potatoes in his hand and walked up to Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen was also shocked.

The potato yield in this field was more than he imagined.

If all were based on the number of potatoes Wei Zheng dragged over, it would be estimated that this acre would weigh about three thousand kilograms.

"Zhao Chen, how did you do it?" Wei Zheng was so excited that his whole body was trembling.

He was thinking that so many potatoes were enough to solve the crisis caused by the locust plague.

Zhao Chen was indeed an immortal sent by God to help the Tang Dynasty.

Otherwise, under such a crisis, such magical things would appear.

"this……"

"Ahem." Li Shimin appeared from behind and coughed.

Both of them turned around and saw the emperor and the queen standing behind them.

The other academy students were still focused on digging potatoes.

They had no idea that the emperor and empress were coming.

"Is this the potato you planted?" Li Shimin walked to the field, picked a potato and held it in his hand.

The thing is ugly, extremely ugly.

Li Shimin could conclude that he had never seen such a thing.

"Your Majesty, these are the potatoes planted by Zhao Chen!" Wei Zheng nodded and saluted the emperor and queen. ??

Li Shimin glanced at the potato seedlings under a potato tree, which were densely hanging there.

It must be at least ten or twenty pounds.

At that time, Li Shimin's heart skipped a beat.

If calculated based on the yield of this potato tree, then this acre of land could produce no more than a few kilograms of potatoes.

If so many potatoes are brought to the disaster area, and combined with the remaining grain from various grain depots...

Thinking of this, Li Shimin's eyes suddenly burst into light.

"Zhao Chen, give me all these potatoes."

"Ahem——"

Lao Li's sudden words almost choked Zhao Chen to death.

This is too shameless.

If you, Mr. Li, can't agree on a condition first, there is no reason why you have to give him the potatoes yourself.

"Zhao Chen, you should also know that a locust plague broke out in Chen and Qianzhou, and a sudden civil uprising broke out. If there is not enough food to appease the people, there will definitely be a big chaos."

"I see that your potato yield per acre is at least three thousand kilograms, so I thought..."

"So this is the reason why you vote for Bai Nu?" Zhao Chen looked at Li Shimin and choked.

"Bai Nu Piao, what is Bai Nv Piao?" Li Shimin even said to Zhao Chen that he was confused.

He had never heard of this word, so naturally he didn't know what Zhao Chen meant.

What's more, he is now eager to get this potato to the disaster area, and he doesn't think much about it.

"Some scholars from Chang'an City slept with the girls from Qin Lou and Chu Pavilion under the pretext of being friendly. Later, a copper

Even if you don’t give a ticket, this is the so-called white female ticket..."

"What the hell!" As soon as Zhao Chen said this, Li Shimin kicked him over.

Fortunately, Zhao Chen jumped quickly, otherwise he would have kicked him.

Li Shimin was very annoyed.

He was a majestic emperor, but Zhao Chen actually compared him to those shameless romantic scholars.

White female vote?

Zhao Chen had to explain it himself, otherwise Li Shimin would never have thought of it.

Empress Changsun was even angered by Zhao Chen's nonsense.

So when the emperor chased Zhao Chen out, she didn't even stop him.

"Doctor Wei, Zhao Chen said how much yield per mu of potatoes can be achieved?" Queen Changsun asked Wei Zheng.

Queen Changsun also wanted to determine how much the potato yield would be.

This is important.

"The villagers have planted a total of 1,000 acres of potatoes. According to Zhao Chen, each acre can harvest two thousand catties."

"But when we dug just now, we found that the yield was higher. The yield per mu should be about three thousand kilograms."

"If three million kilograms of potatoes are sent to Chen and Qianzhou, together with the grain in the grain depot, it should be able to last until the end of the autumn harvest in various places."

"At that time, there will be enough food to help the victims!" Wei Zheng and Queen Changsun explained.

After hearing this, Queen Changsun let out a long breath.

Only she knew how anxious the emperor was because he was worried about the affairs of Chen and Qianzhou.

Otherwise she would not have said that she would invite the emperor to come here with her.

When I came here today, I didn't expect to have an unexpected surprise.

The yield per mu is three thousand catties.

One thousand acres, three million catties of potatoes, plus the remaining grain from various grain depots.

It is enough for the people of Chen and Qianzhou to hold on until the summer harvest is over.

Looking at Zhao Chen who was being chased by the emperor, Queen Changsun showed a rare look of pride on her face.