"Come on, eat now."

Li Shimin was not like those generals who fought to eat peanuts.

Li Shimin personally served the rice, made a bowl of corn porridge, and after taking two sips, he said to Du Ruhui, who was at the same table;

"This corn porridge is also very good, it can be used as military rations, and the two servants will also come and try it."

"Abide by the order."

Fang Du and the others ate a bowl in a row, and then expressed their opinions.

"Your Majesty, it's delicious, but Li Duwei's memorial clearly states that this corn is a coarse grain, which is not as nutritious as grain and wheat noodles, so you should not eat too much."

Fang Xuanling nodded;

"Yes, your majesty, you can make do with it. You can't use all corn to make up the numbers."

"Well, I have read his memorial too, but I mean it is just right to use rice and wheat noodles. It should be fine to spend it once a day. For example, when you encounter difficulties, the food and grass are not sufficient. If you eat this corn porridge, it is better than being hungry, right?"

"Your Majesty's wiseness."

"Yes, what Your Majesty said makes sense. It's time to go hungry. Do you still care about how many meals of coarse grains you eat?"

"What you said is true, but I agree with what Your Majesty said. I can eat it as much as you can. There are also rice, and it is best to use this corn porridge at the same time."

"That's right, saving a little food is more important than anything else. Is this peanut? To be honest, it has no practical use. How can I just say that using this delicious food to be used as military rations? I can't live a life."

“It makes sense.”

Li Shimin was eating and drinking while talking casually;

"I saw what he wrote in his memorial that acre of corn can produce five or six stones, but I don't know whether it is true or false. This Lingnan land is thousands of miles away, and I am not very relieved.

If I get closer, I will go over and check the real situation in person. This year's grain is about to be harvested again. If I don't see the truth with my own eyes, I... I really can't believe that there is food in this world with a yield of nearly six stones per mu."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I think Li Da will not make jokes about the people of the world's food, drink, and save their lives."

"Yes, your majesty, I will discuss it."

"Yes, how could my nephew, Lao Cheng, be so irrelevant? Besides, who has ever seen him do anything randomly?"

"Don't say it, what Mr. Cheng said is true. Looking at the overall situation, in the past and present, Li Da really hasn't done anything as extraordinary as working."

“That’s that’s that’s it.”

Li Shimin was very proud of these important civil and military officials who praised the eldest son he gave birth to, but he liked not to say anything in his heart the most. His nose couldn't help but twitched habitually, picked up a roasted sweet potato on the table, and ate it with relish.

The civil and military officials saw that the emperor had taken action, so they followed him to try fresh food.

"Good guy, it's so sweet. Is this called sweet potato?"

"I think this is sweeter than the sugar cane grown by the Southern people."

"Well, it's really delicious. I think this sweet potato should be beneficial to the digestion of the elderly. It should be very good for the elderly who can't eat some sweet potatoes."

"Yes, I do the same thing. When it spreads all over the world next year, I will ask people to plant dozens of acres of sweet potatoes to eat. My stomach is always not very good and I can't eat meat often!"

Li Shimin asked casually while eating roasted sweet potatoes;

"This sweet potato can produce six stones per mu. There is nothing that can be shaken by the earth."

Li Shimin didn't hear Changsun Wuji speak, and he looked up and saw that the expression on Changsun Wuji's face was very strange, and Li Shimin understood.

"It doesn't matter. One acre of land produces six stones, and it's more than seven hundred kilograms. How can you always be greedy? Five stones are OK. I'm not a foolish emperor. Besides, that thug can do his best. You can't force him to death, right?"

Li Shimin was talking, and he was still snorting in his heart. What expressions do you all have? My son can toss the food to five or six stones, who can do it?

Is there any conscience? Could it be that a young man from a child who tosses grain to one acre of ten stones? It’s a bastard. If you have the ability, you can go home and make trouble, and treat my son as a fool...

Changsun Wuji put down the burnt sweet potatoes in his hand and responded carefully to the emperor's words.

"His Majesty……"

Li Shimin was still eating roasted sweet potatoes in big mouthfuls;

"Well, needless to say, four stones and five stones are fine, all of them are all credit. In the past, the yield of two stones per mu, and the people of the world have come here. We cannot be too greedy, otherwise God will not be able to watch it anymore. It is normal for such beautiful things to produce less per mu."

"No, Your Majesty, this sweet potato... can produce twenty stones per acre of land..."

"Puff..."

"Ahem...hem..."

Changsun Wuji is in charge of the world's money and food. The court's communication with Minzhou in recent years is suspected of too many secrets, involving the people of the world's food and drink. Therefore, no one except Changsun Wuji and a limited number of prime ministers, no one knows the specific matters of the new food.

So Changsun Wuji's twenty stones said, so many old men's faces were red when they coughed. Even Li Shimin tilted his head and kept coughing. Several palace maids quickly patted the emperor's back and calmed down.

After Li Shimin finished coughing, he pushed the palace maid away and stared at Changsun Wuji;

"Do you know what you are talking about? This is a huge thing, how can you speak nonsense?"

"Your Majesty, the secret book sent by Minzhou is indeed written like this. I didn't say anything about yield per mu in the past year. I just wrote it clearly that I had no experience when planting in the first year. I only produced more than 1,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes per mu. I had experience in the second year, so I had a yield of twenty stones."

"Cough...cough..."

Looking at the old men who were still coughing, Li Shimin frowned;
Chapter completed!