There was silence. The entire hall became deathly silent after Zhao Kang's words fell. Even if a pin dropped, it could be clearly heard.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhao Kang, and Xiao Linglong's eyes were wide open. The boss' red lips slightly opened, and it took him a long time to speak: "Zhao... Zhao Kang, you... what did you just say?"
She doesn't even call her Imperial Master anymore.
"Is what you just said true?"
Zhao Kang had long known that they would react like this, so he nodded calmly: "It's your true Majesty."
At this moment, the old master didn't care about his grudge with Zhao Kang and walked forward and asked excitedly: "Is it food?"
Zhao Kang laughed: "Of course it's food. If it's weeds, why would my master tell me?"
"This is impossible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Lang, the minister of Honglu Temple, exclaimed: "What kind of grain can achieve a yield of more than 600 kilograms per mu and can be harvested twice a year! You are basically deceiving the emperor!"
Everyone present is a young official who has farmed, but if you have never eaten pork, you have seen pigs running away, right?
In particular, the Ministry of Household Affairs, which is in charge of taxation, sends people to investigate how many kilograms of grain per mu are received by each state every year. A yield of 300 per mu is considered a bumper harvest.
Most of them fluctuate around two hundred.
Now Zhao Kang actually said that there is grain that can produce at least 600 kilograms per mu. This frightened Lord Zhang, the Minister of Household Affairs: "Master, please don't say such nonsense!"
"Who said nonsense?"
Zhao Kang laughed angrily and glanced at Lin Lang. This guy actually dared to jump out and go against him. Who was behind him?
Her Majesty the Empress stepped down from the dragon chair and quickly came to Zhao Kang: "Zhao Kang, are you sure what you said is true!"
Zhao Kang nodded: "Your Majesty, I am sure. This thing is called sweet potato, and it is grown in Yuanjiang County where I used to be the county magistrate. If your Majesty doesn't believe it, you can go to Yuanjiang County with all your lords to check it out."
"It just so happens that these days are the time when sweet potatoes are being harvested. I have planted a lot of them in the sweet potato test field in Yuanjiang County. You can tell whether they are true or false at a glance."
Lin Lang, the minister of Honglu Temple, immediately said: "Your Majesty, I kindly ask your Majesty to go to Yuanjiang County with all the officials according to what the Imperial Master said, and see if the sweet potatoes mentioned by the Imperial Master can really achieve a yield of 600 kilograms per mu!"
"If not, the Imperial Master has committed the crime of deceiving the emperor!"
Zhao Kang scolded him in front of so many officials before, and Lin Lang couldn't swallow this tone. He, Honglu Temple, was affiliated with the Ministry of Rites, and he abided by the ethics the most.
After all, you are a respectable person, how can you be insulted like this!
Lin Lang looked at Zhao Kang and sneered, "The yield per mu is six hundred catties? Do you think I have never seen grain?"
This guy is so provocative that he doesn't care about life and death. It's hard for Zhao Kang to tolerate him. He wants to play, right?
He immediately said: "Okay, then please Your Majesty and all your lords go to Yuanjiang County to inspect the sweet potatoes. But Sir Lin, what do you say if the yield of sweet potatoes grown by our country's master reaches 600 kilograms per mu!"
Lin Lang laughed endlessly: "Does the Imperial Master treat our civil and military officials as three-year-old children? How can there be such a high yield of food in the world!"
"Don't argue with me, I'm asking if you can achieve a yield of 600 kilograms per mu! What do you say?" Zhao Kang snorted coldly.
Lin Lang shouted: "If we can really achieve a yield of 600 per mu, I will resign!"
"Resign? That's a good idea!"
Zhao Kang chuckled: "Just resigning is not enough. Do you dare to take a gamble with me?"
Lin Lang raised his eyelids: "What are you going to do!"
Xiao Linglong was about to say something, but when she saw Zhao Kang looking at her and finally choosing to remain silent, Zhao Kang turned to look at Lin Lang: "If the yield of my sweet potatoes per mu is 600 kilograms, you will not only have to take off this official uniform.
, all the family’s assets should be turned over to the state treasury! Don’t bet or not!”
"This!" Lin Lang was shocked.
How could he dare to bet on this? As a third-rank official of the imperial court, his status was only lower than that of the Six Ministries and Three Dukes. How could the accumulation over the years be simple?
If they were all confiscated at once, Lin Lang would cry to death.
But Zhao Kang was already irritated by him and how could he let him go: "What the hell, don't you like people to donate money? Donating to the treasury is not a donation! If I lose by then."
Zhao Kang snorted: "I also took off this imperial uniform and donated all my assets to the national treasury. How dare you? You are a waste!"
"you!"
Zhao Kang's mouthful of trash made Lin Lang extremely embarrassed, especially when there were many officials gloating about his misfortune.
If you offend anyone, are you asking for trouble?
His face darkened and he hummed: "Okay! Then I will make a bet with the Imperial Master. I really don't believe that there is any crop in the world that can produce at least six hundred kilograms per acre."
"Come, come, all your lords have heard it. Your Majesty, you have to bear witness."
Zhao Kang did not give Lin Lang a chance to regret it and said hello. The civil and military officials who originally just wanted to have fun could only agree with a wry smile.
A bet formed between the two.
If it were in the past, Xiao Linglong would definitely have stopped Zhao Kang, but at the moment, Her Majesty the Empress's mind was filled with the sweet potato he was talking about, and she was also a little annoyed at Lin Lang's ignorance.
Just let Zhao Kang establish his authority.
Her Majesty the Empress thought this and immediately said: "Well, since the Imperial Preceptor has this magical object, I announce that all officials will accompany me to Yuanjiang County in two days. Imperial Preceptor, please go down and prepare first."
Zhao Kang nodded in agreement, looked at the stern-faced Lin Lang, smiled, and walked out of the hall first.
There was no need for him to prepare anything. He could just write a letter and have it sent to Yuanjiang County to notify Gao Quan, Zhang Long and others.
Two days flew by.
The mighty convoy of chariots and horses set off from the imperial capital, arousing the curiosity of countless people.
I haven't seen such a big battle in many years. It should be Her Majesty the Queen's Dragon Chase, right?
Where is this going?
The empress was accompanied by hundreds of officials when traveling. Zhao Kang, as the head of the officials, could follow Long Hu, but he still chose to ride a horse. How could he enjoy the comfort of admiring Her Majesty's beautiful appearance in a carriage?
Glancing at Zhao Kang, Xiao Linglong felt a little upset and whispered, "Are you bragging?"
In the past two days, Xiao Linglong has been in a very excited mood. Once what Zhao Kang said is true, the shortage of grain production in Qian Country will be greatly improved in the future.
So she was a little afraid that Zhao Kang was bragging.
Zhao Kang smiled: "When have I ever disappointed His Majesty? I finally found and introduced that thing to Yuanjiang County with great difficulty. Just take a look at it."
"Okay! Don't let me go in vain."
Hearing what Zhao Kang said, Xiao Linglong calmed down and asked people to speed up their journey.
Finally, after three days of travel, everyone arrived at the boundary of Yuanjiang.
Like everyone who has been to Yuanjiang County, the eyes of all the civil and military officials were straightened.
Looking at the three characters Yuanjiang County on the huge blue brick city wall, all eyes looked at Zhao Kang.
