However, Yuan Sutai walked up to Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Yunxi with a serious expression on his face.

"I, Yuan Sutai, the left supervisor of Linyuan Supervisor, would like to inform Your Majesty that the sweet potato yield per mu will never be less than twenty dan per mu!"

Yuan Sutai, who wanted to feed the entire Ming Dynasty, now rarely sees official appearances, and what he says can be as concise and clear as possible.

He said that the sweet potato yield could be no less than 20 dan per mu, and people present really began to look forward to it.

After all, the rice now grown outside Yingtian City with more than a hundred grains was produced by Yuan Sutai and others from Shanglinyuan Supervisor.

It was also because of this incident that the originally small Shanglinyuan Supervisory Yamen has now become a third-grade Yamen, which can be compared side by side with Yamen such as Taichang Temple and Dali Temple.

Yuan Sutai, however, seemed to be unaware of these official rules and saw that everyone was silent, thinking that these people did not believe what he said.

As a result, Yuan Sutai's face flushed for a while, and then he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, if the yield of sweet potatoes per mu this year cannot reach twenty dan, I will resign myself!"

Everyone was surprised.

Seeing this, Zhu Yunxi quickly intervened and grabbed Yuan Sutai: "The Ming Dynasty still needs Yuan Jianzheng to cultivate more improved crops!"

Later, Zhu Yunxi smiled and said to the old man: "Grandpa, actually, my grandson still has five pieces of edible sweet potatoes on his hands. These were all found from the ship Fortune of the merchant Fan Chong of Franji. Today's cuttings

Under the sweet potato vines here, there are five pieces of sweet potatoes growing."

There are also sweet potatoes here!

The officials present immediately made a noise.

Zhu Yuanzhang even slapped his eldest grandson on the back of the head, then glared and said: "Since there are sweet potatoes here, why don't you take us over to have a look!"

Zhu Yunxi nodded and bowed: "Grandpa, please come this way."

Pointing in a direction, I saw everyone heading towards the place where I put the sweet potatoes.

Zhu Yunxi then turned around and glared at Yuan Sutai, who had just been pulled behind him.

"I still have to rely on you to be the prisoner of Shanglinyuan. Whether the people of the Ming Dynasty can have their stomachs full depends on you. In the future, I will never dare to say such things as resigning!"

Yuan Sutai showed a simple smile on his face that was tanned by the sun.

"I believe what His Highness said."

Ouch!

I will sell it to you later and go to America to find rubber trees!

Zhu Yunxi glared at Yuan Sutai again, then hurriedly caught up with the old man and others who were already gathered in front of a pergola next to the sweet potato field.

Before he got into the crowd, Zhu Yunxi heard an exclamation from the crowd.

"Sweet potatoes are so big?"

"The smallest one must weigh eight or nine!"

"It's really magical! It's really magical!"

"Come here! Get the biggest sweet potato on the scale. We all think this sweet potato weighs four or five kilograms!"

"..."

"Your Majesty, please weigh it first. This sweet potato is really big!"

"Auspicious! God bless the Ming Dynasty!"

"Get on the scale quickly!"

There were waves of exclamation among the crowd.

I don’t know which department official, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he personally took the scale and weighed it and put the largest piece of sweet potato on it.

A few moments.

When Zhu Yunxi finally arrived at the old man's side.

The whole crowd was in an uproar.

"A full fifty-six taels and four cents!"

"Fifty-six two-three cents weighs four cents!"

"Put them all together on the scale!"

The crowd was noisy again.

Zhu Yunxi saw the minister of the Ministry of Industry personally placing the remaining four pieces of sweet potatoes on the weighing pan.

A moment later.

"Auspicious!"

"I would like to report to your Majesty, these sweet potatoes are indeed auspicious to my court!"

"Five sweet potatoes weigh a total of one hundred and thirty-two liang and six cents!"

"I congratulate Your Majesty!"

"Congratulations to the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Yunxi, who was standing next to the old man, changed his eyes.

One hundred and thirty-two taels.

This weighs just over thirteen pounds.

Just five sweet potatoes.

If it were changed to the Ming system, it would weigh eight or nine kilograms.

This is not auspicious, what else can be called auspicious!

In the blink of an eye, with Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Yunxi as the center, people were already kneeling around them.

Everyone's faces were moved.

Zhu Biao on the side gently poked his son's waist, which aroused Zhu Yunxi's doubts.

"Your Majesty, I think we can't be sure at this time. We should wait until the sweet potatoes planted in Daming this year are harvested before weighing them."

Zhu Yunxi raised his eyebrows and instantly understood what his father meant.

This is my father’s love and affection for me.

It is said that it is certain that sweet potatoes will still have the original yield when they arrive in Ming Dynasty.

If we are being framed by these courtiers now, if we don’t have an output of twenty shi per mu, is this auspiciousness still considered auspiciousness?

If not, whose fault is it?

Zhu Yuanzhang also understood the pros and cons, grunted twice, and slapped Zhu Yunxi on the back of the head again in full view of everyone.

"This guy is lucky. Let's look back and see how much more sweet potatoes we plant in Daming can produce per acre."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand for everyone to stand up, and glanced at the sweet potato field next to him.

Nearly ten pounds of sweet potatoes can grow in an oak barrel.

How much can be grown from these three or four points of land now?

You must have seven or eight stones no matter what!

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang could not wait to let time go forward three to five months and see the day when the sweet potatoes are ripe.

On the side, Zhan Hui, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, who had a red face, glanced at the five pieces of sweet potatoes that were still placed on the scale, and rolled his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I just don't know how this sweet potato tastes."

"It's not about delicious food, as long as it can be swallowed, it's a good thing."

The Central Plains people are tolerant in their appetites, but they are also picky.

As long as the people from the Central Plains say that this food cannot be eaten, it must not be eaten.

No matter how delicious it is, as long as the Central Plains people don't eat it, it is really inedible.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the sweet potatoes in front of him and was also curious.

But he still turned to look at his eldest grandson beside him: "Do you have any other plans for this sweet potato?"

Zhu Yunxi was stunned for a moment.

Originally, he planned to collect and put away these five pieces of sweet potatoes. If the sweet potato vines cut from the sweet potato field in front of him did not grow, he would use these five pieces of sweet potatoes as final seeds next year.

But now, the old man obviously looks like he wants to taste it.

Zhu Yunxi then said: "Grandpa, these two biggest pieces probably don't taste good. Please leave them for your grandson to put away. They will be useful as a precaution later. The other three pieces..."

"Can grandpa try these three sweet potatoes today?"

Hearing that there was an opportunity to taste it on site, Zhu Yuanzhang naturally expressed his yearning and expectation.

Zhu Yunxi smiled and nodded: "Please take a rest, grandpa. My grandson will be ready for grandpa now."

Then, he looked at the courtiers present.

There was a trace of confusion on his face.
Chapter completed!