Jia Huan watched the farmers busy.

These people have much more farming experience than he does.

He just told the farmers what he knew about seed sweet potatoes, and they could draw inferences and take the most appropriate action.

Now, the fields are green and green, and in more than a month, the sweet potatoes will be fully mature.

At that time, it would be time for Grandpa Wang to return to the court in triumph.

His enthronement ceremony has been prepared, waiting for him as the master.

Jia Huan will offer sweet potatoes to his father at home at the coronation ceremony. Oh, no, he is the emperor now.

I want to give the emperor father the icing on the cake and add another prestige.

This reputation will only be stronger than the reputation of the emperor's father who defeated the golden soldiers.

After all, what ordinary people care more about is food!

A month later, the emperor's father returned in triumph.

Amid everyone's cheers, the emperor's father ascended to the highest position.

Jia Huan asked someone to carry a basket of sweet potatoes as a gift to the emperor's father.

Apart from their family, only the direct subordinates of the emperor's father who followed him at the border knew about sweet potato planting. Many ministers in the DPRK and China did not know about it.

Zhao Ji looked at the pile of earth lumps presented by Jia Huan and felt disgusted.

"I said Huan'er, what did you bring up?"

Jia Huan was very happy that Zhao Ji took the initiative to compliment him and immediately replied with a smile.

"Grandfather, this is a food crop that my grandson and his three brothers found for medical purposes. My grandson named it sweet potato."

"Food crops? Real or fake?" Zhao Ji did what a follower should do very qualifiedly.

"It's true. My grandson has tasted it himself. Sweet potatoes are sweet and filling. The most important thing is that sweet potatoes can produce six to seven hundred kilograms per mu."

"How much is the yield per acre?"

Zhao Ji thought you had heard wrongly and asked immediately.

Even though he is an emperor of calligraphy and painting, he still knows some things that should be known.

He knows that the current grain output is no more than three hundred kilograms per acre of land at best.

The yield of this so-called sweet potato is actually twice the yield of other grains!

If everyone grows sweet potatoes, wouldn’t everyone in the world be able to have enough to eat?

Wouldn’t that mean there would be no more famines?

The other ministers also widened their eyes and stared at Jia Huan in disbelief, looking forward to his answer.

Jia Huan: "The yield per mu is six to seven hundred catties. This is the yield per mu of ordinary fields. If it is a superior field, the yield will only be higher."

Everyone gasped in unison, and then became excited.

Immediately, a minister knelt down and shouted loudly: "Thank God for sending grain. God bless the Song Dynasty, God bless the emperor, long live the emperor."

The others reacted, feeling annoyed that this person had preempted them, and shouted: "God bless the Song Dynasty, God bless the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

Huizong and Qinzong both looked ugly.

They understood that Zhao Shu's throne was completely stable.

In this life, Jia Huan lived the most joyful and salty life in the world he had traveled through.

With his eldest father, mother and brother here, Jia Huan just wants to enjoy the blessings.

Of course, he didn't do nothing.

Every once in a while, Jia Huan would come up with something novel and give it to Big Daddy and his three brothers to run.

Improve farm tools, make cement and glass, make matches...

Jia Huan only talked, and it was his three brothers who did the work and errands.

But the family regarded him as the most important one and worked hard to protect him.

Jia Huan did not go to court, but he was a person who could influence the government.

His status is very high, only below the emperor.

Even when the eldest brother's son ascends the throne, he still has to respect his younger uncle.

Jia Huan happily spent a hundred years in this world and returned to the world of Red Mansions.

…

Jia Huan yawned and walked out of the school.

Three followers came up to greet him, and Zhao Guoji took the book from Jia Huan's hand.

Jia Huan glanced at Zhao Guoji and thought that it would be better to let this uncle leave Rongguo Mansion as soon as possible.

Zhao Guoji looked at Jia Huan and sighed in his heart.

He is honest, but not stupid.

He was really worried about his nephew and young master.

Brother Huan is a concubine. If he wants to be successful in the future, he can only study hard and gain fame.

Not to mention that the Rongguofu family has a great business, Brother Huan is just a concubine, and those properties are not his.

My sister really has a whim and wants Brother Huan to inherit the Rongguo Mansion.

Not to mention that the heir to the Rongguo Mansion is the second master Lian of Dafang.

The most important thing our ancestors valued was Second Master Bao. Many people knew that he wanted Second Master Bao to inherit the Rongguo Mansion.

With these two people here, how could Brother Huan get the Rongguo Mansion?

There is also Brother Lan, who is the eldest son and grandson of the second master, and has a higher status than Brother Huan.

As a concubine, Brother Huan will only be dismissed with a little bit of family fortune in the future.

Look at Jia Dairu, the life in their family is completely different from the life in Rong Guofu.

This is because the Sixth Master obtained a meritorious degree and was able to take charge of the clan's studies, and his life was pretty good.

Let’s take a look at the other branches of the Jia family?

Life is worse than that of servants like them.

Alas, Brother Huan is so unmotivated, what should we do in the future?

Zhao Guoji was heartbroken for this nephew.

Jia Huan blinked.

His uncle turned out to be a rare sober person in Rongguo Mansion.

A man walked towards him and passed by Jia Huan.

Jia Huan turned around and stared at the man's back for a few seconds.

The man felt Jia Huan's gaze, turned around, and met Jia Huan's gaze.

Jia Huan smiled politely at the man, who nodded in response, turned his head and left.

Jia Huan held his chin with his hand, feeling that this man was somewhat familiar.

Have you seen it somewhere?

Qian Huai said: "That's Mr. Liu."

Jia Huan: "Second Master Liu?"

Qian Huai explained to him: "This person's name is Liu Xianglian. He is also a child of aristocratic family. He is acquainted with Second Master Bao."

Jia Huan suddenly realized: "It turns out to be him."

According to the introduction in the original work, Liu Xianglian, also known as the cold-faced Erlang, was unable to study because his parents died early. He had a bold personality and loved to play guns and swords, gamble and eat wine, and even slept in flowers and willows, played flutes and zithers, and did everything.

However, he was unlucky and pitiful. He was attracted by Sister You, who wanted to be a good person, and was deceived by Jia Lian into an engagement.

After knowing who the betrothed was, he wanted to break off the engagement, but Sanjie You committed suicide in front of him.

He was moved and became a monk.

Jia Huan: "You seem to be a very smart person, but why do you do stupid things?"

Qian Huai was confused: "What did the Third Master say?"

"nothing."

Jia Huan looked away.

He sympathized a little with Liu Xianglian, but there was no need to go up the pole to save her. He could just help him if he had the opportunity in the future.

If possible, let this person not have anything to do with the You sisters.

Jia Huan doesn't like the You sisters, not at all.

Their character is really worrying, and it is impossible to like them at all.

Don't say they are pitiable, there really is nothing to pitiable about them.

Their endings were made by themselves.
Chapter completed!