In the tavern, the three of them remained silent and eventually gave up on the Fusu Gongzi Mansion.

Since Wang Yuan was able to issue a warning, it means he knew exactly what he was coming.

If the Fusu Gongzi’s Mansion was a dragon and tiger den that was a life-threatening life, then now it is a situation of death without death.

Zhang Liang was really not sure that he could relax against other opponents, but he did not dare to relax at all when dealing with Wang Yuan.

This boy really created too many miracles.

"Wait!" Zhang Liang took a deep breath.

"How long will it take?" Xiang Liang asked, and Zhang Liang stretched out three fingers.

March......

Three months later, at Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng was dealing with the piles of bamboo rolls that were half a mountain.

When they are about to fight to the death, the ministers are willing to advise, and the emperor dies on the desk.

As the world's first unified dynasty, Ying Zheng handled more than 300 kilograms of government affairs every day.

Especially recently, after the abolition of all schools of thought and the supremacy of Confucianism, the number of government affairs has suddenly soared by more than 100 kilograms.

Regarding Wang Yuan, he has sent someone to invite him several times recently, but this Yin-Yang man has been locking himself in the house and doesn’t know what he is busy with.

"That Yin and Yang man, I don't know if he is still asleep in the bed now?"

Ying Zheng was irritated and for some reason, he felt more and more that Wang Yuan was disliked.

After these days, I must hang up this Yin and Yang person and beat him up!

As for the reason?

Just find one casually!

"Your Majesty, Liu Heng, the Grand Secretary, asked for a visit."

Ying Zheng was imagining that at this moment, a sudden report sounded outside the door.

Liu Heng, the Grand Secretary?

Ying Zheng was slightly stunned, then remembered something, put down the bamboo roll, and nodded:

"Let him come in!"

Since Zhao Gao was executed, Dunruo, who was originally in charge of the Hei Shuitai, has become the guard beside Ying Zheng.

"Abide by the order!"

"Your Majesty, something big happened!"

As soon as he retreated, Liu Heng, a farmer from the Grand Secretary, burst into tears and his emotions completely collapsed.

He looked at Ying Zheng, his face bright and flushed.

"My dear, what happened?"

Ying Zheng looked solemn:

"Is there something wrong with the sweet potato?"

He was very nervous. Three months ago, he specially handed over the dozen sweet potatoes to Liu Heng.

Logically speaking, if it is successfully reproduced, those sweet potatoes have now taken shape.

Now Liu Heng suddenly came to find him. Didn’t he have any accidents?

Has reproduction failed?

"Your Majesty, there is no problem with sweet potatoes!"

Liu Heng excitedly denied:

"And its output seems to be even more terrifying than His Majesty said!"

"What!"

Bang!

Hearing this sentence, Ying Zheng was shocked and slapped the table with both hands!

"Take me over here and take a look!"

He was really shocked!

Originally, for what the Yin-Yang people said, the yield per mu of 4,000 kilograms was already outrageous, and Ying Zheng also had the idea of ​​having half the yield.

And now, Liu Heng actually told himself that the output of sweet potatoes is far more than 4,000 kilograms?

How is this possible?

"Abide by the order!"

Liu Heng did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly led the way.

He understood that unless you saw this kind of thing with your own eyes, it would be hard for ordinary people to believe it.

Not long after, Ying Zheng, who came hurriedly, saw the miracle with his own eyes.

It was a continuous green vitality, and the fertile land was full of a vine-carved plant!

Looking around, it’s boundless!

"These are...sweet potatoes?"

Ying Zheng couldn't believe that the Qin Dynasty's staple food of millet usually took half a year to mature and grow lushly.

And now, sweet potatoes are only in less than a hundred days, and they are at this scale?

"Your Majesty, these are just the green leaves on the ground, and the rhizomes below are the most terrifying."

Liu Heng added nervously that although he had seen it countless times, he still couldn't help but feel shocked!

Otherwise, they wouldn't have disturbed Ying Zheng rashly.

"For the past three months, these sweet potatoes have been almost the same day."

"Is it so magical?"

Ying Zheng couldn't believe it, so he walked forward, reached out and held a sweet potato vine in person, and then used force!

Bang!

The soil was turned on, and the whole plant was uprooted, revealing one sweet potato after another below!

Under the sunlight, it is particularly clear.

Each one is extremely huge. Although the ones I took before, there are two-thirds of them.

The most important thing is that there are only five or six sweet potatoes hanging under it just one plant!

"this!"

Ying Zheng was stunned and stood there dumbly, as if he was struck by lightning!

"Is this...real?"

An extremely terrifying horror flashed in his eyes. He looked away with difficulty and looked at the vast green vitality in the distance!

If Ying Zheng was shocked to see so much green before.

Then now, it's extremely frightened!

If every plant looks like this, how many will it add up?

Ying Zheng was dull and could not imagine it at all!

"Your Majesty! This is all true!"

"Woooooo!"

Liu Heng couldn't help crying and cried and knelt on the ground:

"The yield of this sweet potato is unprecedented!"

"Although it has not matured yet, the estimated yield per mu is at the lowest... 6,000 kilograms!"

"If it weren't for being too amazing, I wouldn't have disturbed Your Majesty rashly. Please atone for your sins!"

He quickly admitted his mistake, but Ying Zheng did not take any of his words in his heart and ignored them.

In my mind, there are only a few sensational words!

The estimated yield per mu...

Six thousand pounds!

boom!

Extremely shocked. Ying Zheng instinctively used force to crush the sweet potato in his hand!

The tender yellow flesh appeared in his hands, but he didn't care at all. His nose was filled with the fragrance of soil and flesh.

This is not a dream...
To be continued...