In fact, today's chaos, the simplest and most rude solution is to put the potato harvest in front of the people, and any rumors will become powerless at that time.

However, the most difficult thing is to put the potato harvest in front of everyone.

Because for this unknown crop, except for a few people like Zhao Wei, no one knows what the harvest is for the things buried in the soil.

"It's a good harvest!"

Zhao Wei shouted out this voice, and the people were stunned, while Wen Tianxiang and others raised their hearts to their throats.

As for Zhang Jue, he relied on Zhao Wei's side, "Your Highness, do you really want to get a harvest in public? Otherwise... let's talk about it later!"

Zhang Jue was afraid, so he dug it down with one shovel. If it was gold and jade, everything would be fine and everyone would be happy.

But if it’s a stinky fart, it’s not the current scene. There will be civil unrest and no one can suppress it.

By then, it would not be a question of more than a dozen incitement, but a few thousand or tens of thousands of mobs, with unimaginable consequences.

What’s even more terrible is that the land chosen by Mr. Wang Zhen is not a good one. No one can feel assured how much it can be collected.

He whispered in Zhao Wei's ear: "It's still time to stop now. It's time to evacuate the people first based on the investigation and investigation. After the per mu yield is found, it's not too late to tell the people."

Wen Tianxiang was also approaching, "Your Highness...is really sure? If one fails, it will be very troublesome."

The implication is that it is better to be cautious. It has not been dug up yet, and there is still room for maneuver.

Zhao Wei was silent. He knew that Zhang Wen and both were kind-hearted, but in fact he was also shaken in his heart.

Even though I know the yield of potatoes, anyone who encounters such a scene will feel a little trembling.

What's more, the land that Wang Zhen chose was indeed not very good. In addition, this was the first time that potatoes were planted on a large scale in the East. He didn't dare to make any promises if there would be any mistakes.

He was hesitating, but the dozen or so detailed works saw the expressions of Zhao Wei and his husbands, and he immediately felt lucky.

He started to yell loudly again, "Dig! Why haven't you dug yet? Let everyone see what this thing King Ning made!"

"Let everyone see when will Ning Wang want to deceive us!"

Someone also shouted, "We are wronged! We are wronged!"

I have to say that even the best people are blind.

They do not have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and would rather believe what they think in their hearts than believe what their eyes see.

Obviously, these detailed performances are so clumsy that they cannot be added and full of loopholes. However, the people still instinctively believe that they are just coming forward to speak for themselves, and they are really wronged.

Gradually, the noise of the people became louder and louder, and there was a situation where you would not let others go and not give them an explanation.

In short, the situation is about to get out of control again.

Zhao Wei and other people in charge were wondering whether to excavate, while the people were shouting, "Dig! Why don't you dig? Are you afraid?"

Just as the two sides were thinking about each other and becoming more and more nervous, a little old man slowly walked out of Zhao Wei, came to the dozen or soccer works, and raised his hand at one of them and slapped him in the face.

The beaten Xiaoshu was stunned, the people were stunned, and Zhao Wei was also stunned.

Everyone's eyes fell on the old man who looked like an old farmer again.

He glared at him with contempt and did not even put down his old hand, "Bad! Idiot!!"

It's clumsy, it's said in detail, but the idiot behind it is said to everyone.

The people stared at him blankly, watched the old man finish hitting the person, turned around with his hands behind his back, picked up a shovel from the ground, and came to Zhao Wei.

"Dig it! I owe the harvest, my highness Wang Zhen died in front of you."

The words are domineering and loud, and they hit everyone's heart.

Zhao Wei, who was a little hesitant at first, was much more steadily said by the old man.

Take the shovel, "Are you so sure?"

"Hmph!" Wang Zhen smiled, "Do you know why you chose this land?"

"have no idea."

"Because this land is average." The old man sat down on the ground, "It belongs to the level of this ten thousand acres of mudflat land, which is neither up nor down. It will not be too much, nor too little."

"Basically, this piece of land is dug up, so I know what the harvest this summer will be."

"So, dig it! Your Highness is not at ease with the land that I, Wang Zhen, planted?"

These words were to cheer Zhao Wei up, and the old man actually knew it.

After saying this, he said to the people: "After digging this piece of land, I will take you to my field to dig two shovels. Then you will tell me, is it that King Ning has deceived everyone, or should King Ning save everyone!"

When the people heard the old man say this, they naturally gradually calmed down, and all their eyes finally gathered on Zhao Weina's shovel.

And Zhao Wei, okay, the old man has said this, so there is no reason not to dig.

"dig!!"

He bit his teeth, walked into the ditch, saw a potato seedling, and stepped on it with one foot.

As he stepped on the shovel, everyone held their breath, and Zhang Jue and others were almost protruding their hearts.

Zhao Wei shoveled to the end and followed the trend, and the sand and soil immediately loosened.

He didn't say anything nonsense, Zhao Wei threw the shovel and picked up the potato seedlings.

No matter whether he is dead or alive, it depends on this one.

"Go away!" He raised high.

Hiss!! As Zhao Wei's actions, everyone took a breath and was extremely nervous.

Some people are too tense and unconsciously close their eyes.

But, what are you looking at when you close your eyes? Open it again quickly and take a closer look.

"Ah!?" Everyone couldn't help but feel confused, "This...is this thing so long?"

Originally, the people thought that the potato was like a radish, with one bean on one seedling, and one bean on one pit.

As a result, what King Ning was carrying was like a bunch of black grapes with mud, dripping from a bunch. Each of the thin roots had a tumor-like potato egg, of different sizes.

The big ones are as big as goose eggs, and the small ones are not as big as fingernails.

The people who were ahead counted carefully and found that there were five or six of them the size of a goose egg.

"Why, why are you so much?"

Some people reacted, "Is this more or less?"

Because I have never seen this thing, I don’t know if it is high or low.

"There must be 4,500 taels on this tree?"

Someone said, "More than that, at least half a pound!"

As a result, Zhao Wei held the potato seedlings over there. When Wang Zhen saw it, he immediately frowned.

I walked past the pit and took a look, reached out and dug it in the soil.

The old man didn't care whether it was dirty or not. He knelt in front of the soil pit for a long time, and dug out several large potatoes the size of a baby's fist from the soil.

When everyone saw that there was still in the field, they were shocked.

Zhang Jue and Wen Tianxiang didn't care about their image, so they rushed to the edge of the pit and followed Wang Zhen to dig with their hands.

It was not until all the potatoes on this seedling tree were found out from the pit that I stopped.

"Quickly praise!"

Wen Tianxiang couldn't wait to snatch the potato seedlings from Zhao Wei's hand. All the potatoes, no matter how big or small, were picked.

However, Wang Zhen refused to let him, "Only leave the goose eggs to the top, otherwise it would be difficult to calculate."

Wen Tianxiang heard this and picked out all the small ones and those that were not easy to eat, and asked Mr. Wang to hold a small plate to weigh it.

After saying that, even Wang Zhen was frozen there this time.

Wen Tianxiang and Zhang Jue stared at the weight of the weight in a daze, and couldn't speak, and even forgot to breathe.

"How many!?"

"How many? My husband said, "

"Oh, I'm so anxious, how many are you?"

But the people were no longer anxious and shouted loudly.

If you don’t talk, they will show you the civil war.

"Huh!" Zhao Wei exhaled a long breath, took the plate from the stunned Wang Zhen's hand and took the people in front of him.

The people's eyes widened across the wall of soldiers, staring at King Ning again.

Finally, someone shouted a loud voice, "14 taels and eight cents!"

Buzz!!!

The Diaoyu City people present were suddenly in an uproar.

"Impossible? 14 taels and 8 qian? You can't have misread it! 1 taels and 4 qians are almost the same!"
To be continued...