"Zhancai, is this here?" Lu Yipeng pointed to the shore and asked loudly.

Qian Yuan turned his head and saw that the heads of the shore were swaying, the old man who was limping and disabled, the energetic young man, and the familiar fellow villagers were bowing far away at the pier.

"Zhancai, is this the place where sweet potatoes are tested?"

"Linyuan Gong." Qian Yuan bowed, "Taizhou is the most severe Japanese invaders in the southeast. From the 26th year of Jiajing to the 36th year of Jiajing, Japanese pirates invaded every year, and 50% of the population in Pengxi Town died under the sword of Japanese pirates.

Since then, Pengxi Town has hated the Japanese pirates to the core, and most of the men joined the army to kill the Japanese and took the lead. Peng Feng, the leader of the guard beside Qian, is an example."

The official ship slowly landed, and Huang Mao was the leader. Everyone came to greet the crowd and fell to the ground.

"Old lady." Qian Yuan took a few steps and helped the old head of the Peng clan. "In this winter, the old lady police will sit at home. Peng Feng is not here to support him."

Peng Feng hurried over, "Grandpa Fourth... This time I'm here to come back with the young master and I have something to do, so I can't hit me with a crutch."

The head of the Peng clan glared at his grandson and said tremblingly: "I heard that Wang, the leader Liang, all of them entered Fujian to kill the Japanese. Do you wince and dare not fight?"

"The old lady misunderstood." Qian Yuan was amused and laughed. "In the past two years, Peng Feng took the battle to fight bravely and killed dozens of Japanese pirates. It was more than enough to put it in one of the soldiers, but he was steady and resourceful, so Qian stayed by his side."

After some explanation, everyone entered Pengxi Town.

Qian Yuan smiled and explained to Huang Maoguan: "In the 35th year of Jiajing, more than ten people from Pengxi Town entered the Qian family's guard team. Qian once came here, and the head of the Peng clan was not allowed to enter the escorts from Pengxi Town... The Wei people were not afraid of war, and the Zhao people were good at fighting, and they were not as happy as the Qin people."

"Heroes are touching." Huang Maoguan nodded, "Everyone in the world is good at fighting, while the people in the south are good at writing. Now Zhejiang soldiers are famous all over the world. Who dares to say that the people in the south are not good at fighting?"

"No wonder I saw many disabled people at the dock." Chen Younian asked, "But they were all killing Japanese warriors."

After resting in the town for a while, the group immediately set off to outside the town. There was a large area of ​​fields, a small part had been harvested, and it was empty. In fact, the rice was not planted, but tomatoes, potatoes, corn, peppers, etc., and the rest were sweet potatoes.

"It was specially left." The fellow villager said, "There have been collected in other places, about ten acres of land."

Huang Maoguan bent down and looked carefully. The ground was full of vines and the leaves were withered yellow, "Like a carrot?"

"Yes, it is hidden in the soil. Some are as thick and long as radishes, some are slender and some are round." The fellow villagers replied respectfully, looking at Qian Yuan, and squatted down and pulled a vine and pulled it hard.

Uh, it didn't pull it out.

Someone handed a small shovel next to him. Huang Maoguan took it and shoveled the soil himself and dug out a sweet potato at the prompt from the fellow villagers.

It is red, indeed a bit like a radish that is thick and long, covered with soil.

Huang Maoguan pulled open the vines, picked up the sweet potatoes with his own hands and slammed them, "It's about seven or eight taels."

Looking back at Qian Yuan who was silent, Huang Maoguan asked with a smile: "Zhancai, is it really a yield of twenty stones per mu?"

"We should ask the fellow villagers and farmers, right?" Chen Younian said righteously: "The sweet potatoes are built by displaying talents, so we should avoid suspicion."

Qian Yuan sneered and said, "The sweet potato was brought by the sea merchant Mao Haifeng, presented by Wang Wufeng, and the letter from Ningbo prefect Tang Shun, what does it have to do with Qian?"

Lu Yipeng looked at Qian Yuan speechlessly, pretending to be... Is it interesting?

Hu Yingjia, who was standing beside him, had his eyes lit up and wanted to say something... But after thinking about it, he still shut up. In the past few days, he had already experienced Qian Yuan's mouth. It was as sharp as a knife, which was much more difficult to deal with than Xu Wei.

Huang Maoguan was too lazy to pay attention to the words of these juniors and asked the villagers and farmers on the side about the yield per mu.

"It can be collected in mid-September, but..." The farmer hesitated and glanced at Qian Yuan with a guilty look.

"To be honest." Huang Maoguan was quite kind, "I will pick a piece of land later, and I will take a closer look."

The fellow villagers coughed twice, and the farmer said: "The batch collected in mid-September produces about 17 or 8 shi per mu, and the batch collected at the end of September is only about 15 shi. It is now mid-October..."

"Is there really seventeen or eighteen stones?" Chen Younian was excited.

"Even if there are only fifteen stones, it is a good thing, and it can save all the people!" Huang Maoguan's eyes shone and immediately called the minor officials of the Ministry of Revenue, preparing to dig out a mu of land and check it on site.

Sweet potatoes are an epoch-making symbol in China's agricultural history. Although Qian Yuan held a private guarantee a few days ago, for Huang Maoguan and Chen Younian and other officials of the Ministry of Revenue, the yield of fifteen stones per mu is already a deep water bomb.
Chapter completed!