The official was talking, his tone was full of mockery of the "Young Master". As a technician, he was most disgusted with the appearance of the layman.

However, as he spoke, he realized something was wrong.

The farmer's eyes fell on several fields, and his expression gradually became solemn.

"Soci, are there any problems?"

The officials also found something wrong. He originally said it casually, just to joke.

"Hold on the verge of attention, we may have a big mistake!"

As soon as the farmer opened his mouth, the officials were panicked. What was going on?

"I just used my unique qi-seeing technique to observe the weather of this farmland, and I found out..."

The farmer paused and said, "The rice in these fields really cannot produce a thousand kilograms per mu!"

A drought thunder broke out in the official's ears, making him dizzy and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

"Farmer, are you reading it wrong?"

"In the experimental field, we clearly calculated it many times, and the seeds we planted are all the best breeding varieties!"

In fact, for the sake of the imperial court's plan, the first batch of Taoist species were carefully selected to ensure that they were fired.

Farmers also know that as rice continues to grow from generation to generation, the yield per mu will decrease to a greater or lesser extent, no longer as the myth of the past.

However, they are confident that they will definitely produce a thousand pounds per mu by planting them in the first year.

Many farmers, who are in this confidence and pride, devote themselves to all parts of the country to help farmers grow divine rice.

However, the farmer's words today made the officials panic.

"I'm the one who's the one who's not going to play!"

The farmer sighed, "In the experimental field, you and I will take care of you all day long, and the water and fertilizer are supplied in an unlimited amount, so the yield per mu is effortless!"

"However, rice seeds are promoted throughout the world. The environment is different in different places. The climate is humid and the land is fertile. It will definitely produce a thousand kilograms per mu, but other places may not be there!"

As he said that, the farmer pointed at the farmland in front of him, "It's like these farmlands in front of him!"

The officials saw that the farmland pointed to by the farmers happened to be the few pieces mentioned by the "Young Master" just now.

"The young man you mentioned has a good eye and can tell at a glance that the yield per mu is only a thousand pounds!"

The official quickly advised, "Didn't the farmer just used the qi-seeking technique to see it?"

"It's different. I have to remind you. I have to observe carefully and find out that something is wrong!"

"I heard from your description, but that person was underestimating and revealed the truth at one glance!"

"Hold on, our research needs to continue!"

The farmer thought about it and made a decision, "Hold on your part, send someone to record these farmlands, wait for the autumn harvest, weigh the rice and verify the prophecy of the young master!"

The officials also knew that the young man I saw before was definitely not a ignorant young man, but might be a master.

"Abide by the order!"

"Also, I want to enter the palace urgently and pay homage to Your Majesty. This is our dereliction of duty. We cannot hide it, but we must report it to the truth!"

The official wanted to dissuade him, but when he thought that the farmer had a real personality, he couldn't hide things in his heart, so he could only sigh.

Now is the critical moment to promote rice seeds. The farmers have extremely high authority and can ask the emperor to report on various matters at any time.

So, he soon met the young emperor and told him about this.

"Haha, why am I going to do it?"

When the young emperor learned that some fields might not be able to produce a thousand kilograms per mu, he was not panicked or angry, but instead laughed happily.

"Farmer, you are too real. The yield per mu is a thousand kilograms, it's just a general statement!"

"You only harvest eight or nine hundred kilograms, rounded up and reported it, which is one thousand kilograms!"

"As long as you can guarantee a bumper harvest this year, it's nothing to lose weight!"

The farmer is not a stupid person either. After being advised by the young emperor, he quickly understood.

For the imperial court, promoting rice seeds was a political task, and it was more important than practical.

Now that we boast about the yield per mu, the yield per mu is 1,000 kilograms. By the time of autumn harvest, even if it does not reach 1,000 kilograms, the court and local governments will try every means to make the data look good without any flaws.

"It's too complicated, I'd better go back and continue farming!"

The farmer recalled the master's explanation and sighed. They were all inconsistent with the upper class and were more suitable for staying in the lower class and meeting the common people and farmers.

"By the way, the young master you mentioned just now can determine the yield per mu at a glance, which has a lot of origin!"

"If he goes there again, send someone to pay attention and find out the history!"

The farmer was about to open his mouth, but suddenly his heart was full of twists and turns, and finally said, "Abide by the order!"

On the way out of the palace, the farmer would think of when he was learning skills under his mentor's seat, he heard his mentor mention someone.

Although the man was a famous sword immortal all over the world, no one knew that his skills in planting rice were even better than those of the farmers.

The mentor once ordered him not to disclose any news about that man, because that man was a great benefactor who could continue the farmer's family and even make a comeback.

It was a coincidence that when these days came, the farmer heard the news that the man had entered Beijing.

I'm afraid that in the capital, no one except him, knew that the sword immortal in the country also had a climax of the farming craftsmanship.

"Sword Immortal Zhenguo, if it is really you, if your prophecy comes true, I will admire you!"

Time flies, and the autumn harvest season is soon coming.

The farmer had a thought in his heart. As the time was about to be over, he first came to the marked farmland.

The officials had been waiting for a long time, but they didn't say anything when they saw the farmer and gave their salutes.

really……

When the farmer saw him saluting, he knew that things had come to an end.

"Farmer, today I know that there are mountains outside the mountain and there are people outside the mountain!"

In order to verify what was said back then, officials stayed by the rice fields during this period and counted the rice plants one by one.

At present, although the threshing and weighing have not been harvested yet, the officials have verified the prediction of the "Young Master" with their rich experience, and the accuracy rate has reached 80% or 90%.

...

"The yield per mu is 857 kilograms!"

"The yield per mu is 903 kilograms!"

“Acre yield…”

Soon, many farmers collected the grain and weighed the portions in front of the two.

The official hadn't spoken for a long time and sighed, "The farmer, it's not the same as what he said!"

"It's because I'm a clumsy person, but I didn't realize he was a master!"

Fang Dou's prediction of yield per mu has been accurate to about ten kilograms, and even a farmer with his own unique qi-seeking skills may not be able to do it.

Thinking of the other party's contempt before, the official was ashamed.

"Farmer, what is the origin of that master?"

The officials became curious again. What other experts in the world have such superb accomplishments in farming skills.

After hundreds of schools of thought, there are no similar schools except farmers!

"I can't guess!"

The farmer still kept in mind the instructions of his mentor and did not reveal Fang Dou's secrets, but he admired Fang Dou in his heart.

Moreover, he still remembered that before his mentor passed away, he mentioned that the other party had a farmer's token in his hand. Any request was made, the whole farmer would do his best to cooperate.

"It's really a fate!"
Chapter completed!