Chapter 23 Sir, Nong Lin kowtows to you!
At this moment, even Nong Lin was unwilling to take a second bite, and pursed his lips to savor the taste carefully.

He had never seen such strange farm products before!

After returning, he can record this thing and let farmers all over the world know that there is a kind of crop that looks and tastes like this.

"Elixir?"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing this, Ying Yuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Sir, please don't do this."

"Such magical herbs and agricultural products may be just novelties for you, but we don't know their effects yet, nor do we know what they will look like in the future if they are cultivated properly."

"In the past, Shennong taught the people the art of farming, which led to the current panic in China."

"I am a farmer and I regard agricultural products as sacred paper."

"Sir, I will pretend I don't know about your smile. Please don't do it again in the future!"

Unexpectedly, Nong Lin's face turned serious and he spoke in a deep voice.

His enthusiasm for the word "agriculture" even surpassed the religions of later generations.

This is something that people can actually put into their mouths.

When you are hungry, you don’t know where God is, but if you have a bite to eat, this food is more important than the God in your heart!
Even Xiang Licheng, who was standing by, looked curiously at the bitten sweet potato in Nong Lin's hand, with a puzzled look on his face.

How could this thing deserve such praise from agriculture and forestry?
Where did you find this young master?
"No no no!"

"Xia Kui misunderstood."

Ying Yuan tried hard to suppress his smile, and then bowed deeply to Nong Lin.

At this moment, his respect for agriculture and forestry came from the heart.

Throughout the ages, it is because of these people that the bloodline has been continued.

They do not seek fame or money, they are just greedy and want all the people in the world to live a better life.

Ying Yuan did not intend to tease this respectable stubborn old man anymore, and said seriously:

"Xia Kui, the sweet potatoes were obtained by chance by this young master, and then I ordered my subordinates to cultivate one acre."

"This thing tastes sweet and fills you up, but it's really just a farm product and can't be called a magical medicine. It may have some medicinal value, but it's limited."

"To put it bluntly, this thing is food, it's for eating."

"The biggest advantage of sweet potatoes is"

“Prolific!”

After hearing these words, Nong Lin was slightly stunned.

Immediately, his face did not show the ecstasy that Ying Yuan expected, but instead frowned and asked, "Sir, I have something to say, which may be disrespectful."

"Sir, do you know how big an acre is? As for the high yield you mentioned, I would like to ask, sir, do you know how much grain our Great Qin produces?"

It is no exaggeration to say that these words are rude.

But it’s no wonder that Nong Lin asked this question. After all, Ying Yuan is well-known, and it’s unexpected that he can name the five grains.

What's more, Nong Lin was right in asking the question. Ying Yuan really didn't know how big one acre of land in Daqin was.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ying Yuan coughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed, so he decided not to pretend anymore and just came clean!
"Let's put aside what the hero asked for now."

"But I want to tell you that this sweet potato has a yield of 2,000 kilograms per mu!"

In later generations, there was even a record of sweet potato yielding 10,000 kilograms per mu.

However, considering the actual acreage of Daqin, the error in weighing, and the fertilizer, a 20% discount should not be too much! Now, reporting a yield of 2,000 kilograms per acre is already very conservative!

"What"?!!!"

Two exclamations, in unison!
Not to mention Nong Lin's eyes were full of surprise, even Xiang Licheng's collar was spilled with water from the cup in his hand!
"Sir, are you serious? The best farmland in my Great Qin can only produce 300 catties per mu! Can this sweet potato really produce 2,000 catties per mu?!"

Nong Lin suddenly took a step forward, his pupils dilated, he was surprised to this extent.

Xiang Licheng reacted faster. He immediately stood up and grabbed Nong Lin: "Old farmer, don't be rude!"

This is the young master's palace. Nong Lin, your quick movements can be considered an assassination!
"Sir, please tell me, can we really produce 2,000 kilograms per mu?"

"Are you joking, sir?"

Nong Lin was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he didn't even pay attention to Xiang Licheng's warning!
It’s not that he doesn’t doubt Ying Yuan.

But just now, Young Master Yuan said that it has been planted!
If this is true, then the yield per mu is 2,000 kilograms? This is not a crop, nor is it a magical medicine.
Divine food!

In this land of God, there will be a kind of magical grain that can produce 2,000 kilograms per mu, and the grain output will increase by more than six times!
Besides, the amount of food that each person can eat is also limited! Apart from taxes, the food rations for the whole family are even enough for farmers and foresters to think whether they can let the people of the world live a life without worrying about food next year!
This is the world of dreams that even the ancient saints and emperors could not achieve!
"To be exact, it's three thousand kilograms, but our Great Qin is vast, some lands are fertile, and some are barren. If I say less, it will make me appear modest!"

Ying Yuan smiled slightly, not blaming Nong Lin for his "rude" behavior.

He knew that this was a pure old farmer, and what he thought about in his heart was food for people all over the world.

What reason is there to blame such a person?
"Pfft!"

At the moment when Ying Yuan finished speaking, a muffled voice was heard.

Nong Lin seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground.

"Mr. Nong!"

The burly young man shouted loudly, and immediately took a step forward, squatting beside Nong Lin, then raised his eyes and stared at Ying Yuan.

He understands the yield of two thousand kilograms or three thousand kilograms per mu!

But his mission is to protect the farmers!
"I'm fine."

The area behind the farmland was wet, completely soaked.

Ying Yuan's words seemed to be a violent blow to his entire soul.

At his age, he couldn't hold on for a while.

"Old carpenter."

Nong Lin spoke with difficulty and looked up at Xiang Licheng.

The latter nodded and said: "What you said, sir, is absolutely true!"

"If you say it, then it's true!"

"Old farmer, this is truly divine food!"

After saying this, Nong Lin suddenly closed his eyes and clasped his hands around the sweet potato.

The yield of divine grain per mu is two thousand kilograms, or even three thousand kilograms!
In this world, no one will ever starve to death again!

Shennong God, I, a farmer's son, finally found it!

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Nong Lin suddenly opened his eyes and kowtowed heavily to Ying Yuan!
Such a quick movement caught Ying Yuan off guard.

When Nong Lin raised his head, his forehead was already broken and blood was oozing out.

"Sir, I am Nong Lin, and I am willing to serve you as the leader of the Nong family!"

"I beg you to show mercy and allow farmers to plant and cultivate the sweet potato food!"

(End of this chapter)