The soldiers brought by Li Chengfeng and the people brought by An Qingyuan were both surprised and happy after hearing Li Chengfeng's words, and everyone started talking in low voices.
"So, we won't have to go hungry next year."
"Not only do we not have to go hungry, one acre of land costs two to three thousand kilograms, but the potatoes produced are piled up in hills for us to eat."
"Yes, in the past two years, my salary has been pitiful. Look at my body. I have gone from a strong man weighing 180 pounds to a little old man weighing 100 pounds."
"..."
An Qingyuan was also surprised.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's true." Li Chengfeng said: "I saw with my own eyes that their grain depots were full of grain. They also built a lake on the mountain called Muxiang Lake. It snowed this year and the lake was full of grain.
Snow.
When spring comes next year, the snow melts and turns into a lake.
In the future, if there are people at the bottom of the mountain who are short of water, they can bring water from the lake down."
Having said this, Li Chengfeng paused. He approached An Qingyuan and whispered: "Mr. An, I have given you such a great political achievement, how can you thank me?"
At this time, An Qingyuan's heart was full of contradictions.
Li Chengfeng is right. If he leads the people in Anyang City to plant this kind of potatoes, the unrest caused by the drought will be alleviated.
This will indeed be a huge political achievement.
However, there were bandits on Anyang Mountain, and His Highness King Chen told him this news.
He now believes that the people above are not thieves, but they have offended His Highness King Chen.
If he cooperates with them and grows potatoes, then he is knowingly working against His Highness King Chen.
Then can his political achievements reach heaven and receive recognition from above?
If we don't get this right, I'm afraid I won't even be able to save my head.
"Master Li, you are the captain general, and you have always been concerned about the affairs of the army. I am afraid you are not very experienced in this area."
An Qingyuan said calmly.
"What do you mean?" Li Chengfeng asked.
"I think you may have been deceived by them. Looking at the world, even the most fertile land can produce only two to three hundred kilograms of rice and wheat per acre. Just potatoes like yours can produce two or three pounds per acre."
Three thousand kilograms, exactly ten times that.
Such a ridiculous thing, even a child who knows a little bit about farming knows it is fake, so how can you believe it is true?"
An Qingyuan paused and continued: "I think they must be afraid that you will lead troops to encircle and suppress them, so they made up this lie."
Li Chengfeng pointed to the potato: "Have you seen this potato?"
"never seen it."
"Since you've never seen it, how do you know it's fake?" Li Chengfeng snorted coldly: "If you don't give it a try, how do you know if it's real or fake? The drought is terrible, and people are fleeing everywhere. Even if it's for the people, you should do it.
Give it a try.”
"If you try it out and it turns out that the output is not so high, then they deceived you. What will Mr. Li do?"
"I believe that they, people with good intentions like them, will not deceive me."
"What if?"
"If they lied to me, it means that I don't know people well. I am willing to resign as the captain of Anyang City and become an ordinary citizen from now on."
"That's what you said."
After the two reached this verbal agreement, they returned home.
When he got home, Li Yan asked: "Dad, the bet you just made with Mr. An was just for fun, right?"
"Of course not." Li Chengfeng patted his chest and said, "A man keeps his word, how can he break his word?"
