Since he knew Zhu Youxiao's identity, Yang Feng naturally could not show a neither humble nor arrogant expression like he had just now. The person in front of him was the master of the Ming Dynasty. If he could hold this person's thigh tightly, the whole Ming Dynasty could walk sideways.

Along the way, Zhu Youxiao, who was curious about everything, pointed and asked around like a curious baby. Yang Feng answered his questions unhurriedly. When they came to the gate of Qianhusuo Village, they saw a craftsman busy plowing the land, and some other farmers were rushing to plow oxen to clear the land, and some old farmers were already planting plants.

Seeing this, Zhu Youxiao walked to a busy old farmer curiously and pointed at a bunch of round things next to the old farmer and asked, "Old man, what are you planting?"

At first, the old farmer was a little impatient, but when he looked at Zhu Youxiao and the group of people behind him, he realized that the other party was not an ordinary person. The little impatient thing in his heart was thrown away, "By the way, this thing was brought back by our Qianhu Institute from the extreme west. The name is quite vulgar, called potatoes. However, I heard that this thing is relatively drought-resistant and does not pick much land. It has a huge yield per mu. It is said that it can reach three or four thousand kilograms. Now Lord Yang is ordering the entire Qianhu Institute to plant this kind of thing in the newly reclaimed wastelands."

"The yield per mu is three to four thousand kilograms?"

When he heard this, let alone Zhu Youxiao, even Cao Dazhong, Tian Ergeng and others behind him were all shocked. After a long time, he sneered. Tian Ergeng pointed to the potatoes in the old farmer's hand and sneered: "Can this thing produce three or four thousand kilograms per mu? Old guy, don't treat us as fools. If the per mu yield capacity of this thing is so high, then our Ming Dynasty may no longer have any worries about shortage of food. How can such a good thing happen in the world?"

Although Tian Ergeng said something very ugly, no one around refuted him. After all, this matter sounds like a fantasy. Today's Ming Dynasty's staple foods are rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans. The yield of these grains is generally two to three stones, which is about two or three hundred kilograms. Although there are differences between the north and the south, the difference is no more than one hundred kilograms. But this person is better, and he has a 3,000 kilograms per mu. Isn't this to coax people like a fool?

After a long time, Zhu Youxiao frowned slightly and said unhappily: "This father-in-law, although I respect you as an old man, I can't speak nonsense. One acre of land can harvest three or four thousand kilograms of grain. This kind of thing has never been said throughout the ages. If there were indeed such a large output of grain, it would have been known to the whole country."

Although it is rumored that Zhu Youxiao is a carpenter emperor who only knows how to do carpenter work, it does not mean that his IQ is problematic. People with IQ are not good at becoming an excellent carpenter. Although he is not very proficient in governing the country, he still knows some basic agricultural knowledge, which means that he has a good temper. If someone has a bad temper here, he would have been pulled out to look at the old farmer in the name of bewitching the sage. Zhu Youxiao has not had a bad temper yet, so he has a good temper.

The commander of the Jinyiwei, standing behind Zhu Youxiao, also showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth. After having a conflict with Yang Feng just now, he looked at this small fifth-rank thousand household, and now he was bragging. He wanted to see how Yang Feng fulfilled this lie. Not to mention him, Cao Dazhong also frowned. If what the old farmer said was secretly instructed by Yang Feng, then what he did could be called a pity for his heart.

Faced with Zhu Youxiao's doubts, a hint of displeasure appeared on the old farmer's wrinkled face, "This young man, this is the first time he grows potatoes. I don't know whether the harvest can reach the number that Lord Yang said, but the old man believes that Lord Yang will not deceive us."

Seeing the ragged old farmer still talking for Yang Feng stubbornly, a sneer flashed in Tian Ergeng's eyes. After looking at Yang Feng who was standing next to Zhu Youxiao, he spoke on the side and said, "Young Master, this Yang Feng is obviously a bewitching the saint... a bewitching people's hearts, you should deal with him heavily."

If an ordinary official had known Zhu Youxiao's identity, he would kneel down to apologize to the emperor or not, and even ask for his own words. But Yang Feng, a person who has traveled through modern society, would not understand this. Seeing Tian Ergeng dared to openly hit his own report in front of him, anger couldn't help but surge in his heart. He rolled his eyes and sneered: "Dare you ask Lord Tian, ​​which eye you saw me bewitching people's hearts? If the young master hadn't asked this old farmer, he wouldn't have said it at all, but now he wants to put the shit basin on my head. Do you really think others are idiots?"

"You...you are bold!" Tian Ergeng couldn't help but be furious. He didn't expect that Yang Feng would still be so rampant after understanding Zhu Youxiao's identity. He would just not kneel down to apologize after hearing that he impeached him, but he even dared to speak out that he was holding shit basin randomly. This was simply crazy.

Tian Ergeng, who was almost furious, pointed at Yang Feng and said to Zhu Youxiao: "Young Master, look... Look, this Yang Feng is so crazy that he dares to be so arrogant in front of you. If he doesn't punish him heavily, where is the national law and what is your majesty?"

Looking at Tian Ergeng who kept saying that he had to punish him, Yang Feng just watched coldly. He grew up under the Red Banner, who was not as awe of the imperial power of this era as others. If Zhu Youxiao really wanted to punish him for this reason, he would not surrender. At worst, he would fight with these guys. As long as he stayed up until the night, he could return to modern society. At that time, even if they had great skills, they would not be able to do anything to him. It was a pity that his hard work here and his plan to make money could not continue.

But what Yang Feng and everyone did not expect was that Zhu Youxiao did not get furious about it. Instead, he said to Yang Feng with great interest: "Yang Feng, what do you have to say about this?"

Yang Feng shrugged, "Young Master, this was just a very ordinary thing. We farm here honestly, and we didn't provoke anyone, nor did we yell all over the streets to make everyone know, but now we are being framed to deceive the sage, and we express our confusion and grievances to this!"

"Well……"

Everyone was speechless after hearing this because they found that Yang Feng was quite reasonable and they were speechless. They were farming here regularly and did not invite you to come and watch it. Zhu Youxiao himself insisted on asking them. After they said that, Tian Ergeng jumped out and insisted that they were bewitching people's hearts. This principle seems to be impossible.
Chapter completed!