Zhang Fuling hurried forward, but he did not have the tension of Liu Renli. He had investigated the Tongzhou affairs early because Liu Renli had arrived here.

"At that time, the imperial court allocated funds, but 80% of the land was in the hands of gentry. It was considered good to be able to avoid rent from that year. It was normal for the people to not eat enough. It is said that in some places, there are many places where they peeled the bark and ate Guanyin soil.

When Liu Renli took office, he investigated because of a case involving the details of corruption, but the matter was left alone."

The old emperor had a bad face, but he still nodded. It was indeed reported by Zhang Fuling at that time.

He had an impression that this matter involved Sun Xiangqi, the governor of Zezhou, Shanxi. He had an impression of this person and was considered a person with outstanding political achievements.

He glanced at Fang Jizhong, and Fang Jizhong knew it clearly.

"Let your partner investigate this matter. It's inappropriate to fight. Shanxi has just quelled the rebellion, so it's safer."

After the old emperor said this, Zhang Fuling naturally would not hold on to him. After all, the emperor also wants shameless people. He always holds this and seems to have ulterior motives.

At this moment, the donkey cart drove away, and it was not slow, so it ran on the road.

The old emperor was in a state of interest and looked at him. He didn't know where the donkey cart was going, so he asked quickly:

"Is this going to be shipped to?"

Liu Renli pointed to the north and said:

"This is sent to the grain drying yard for drying. The corn produced now contains too much water and needs to be peeled off the surface for drying. In this way, either store directly or peel off the seeds for grinding. This way, it can be stored for three to five years without deterioration."

The old emperor was stunned, "This was not just planted, how did you know?"

Liu Renli smiled, with a honest face on her face, and she was very emotional.

"My second brother wants to come and you know that what he knew during his chat with the people of the vassal state is said to be far away from the ocean in Daliang, and even if it takes more than a year to come by boat from their country.

Even the corn produced in that year was two years later when we planted it. Therefore, we analyzed that it would not affect the planting for three to five years. If it was wheat, it would be more likely to be damp and affect the yield."

The old emperor suddenly realized that there was indeed such a problem with the grain in the grain warehouse, and he knew this. After all, Daliang was based on agriculture and this was a major livelihood, otherwise he would not have come here.

"It makes sense, by the way, how is the yield of this corn?"

Liu Renli waved his hand at the boy who had been praised, but the man was smart and hurriedly ran closer.

"What are the instructions for the sir?"

"How many acres are there for every two ridges? Have you calculated the output of the two ridges here?"

The man opened the booklet and calculated it using a table. He could see it at a glance. After a rough calculation, he quickly replied:

"Two ridges are half acres of land, one ridge is calculated by a group. Starting from the west side, the first group produced two stones and one dou, the second group produced three and a half stones and two dou..."

Before he could continue reading, the old emperor reached out and pulled the book in front of him and looked through it. The records on it were quite accurate. Who picked, transported, who overcame, and how many stones were.

He was a little confused when he saw the yield. You should know that the standard for fertile land is that it produces two stones per mu or two and a half stones, and there is still moisture in it. When he saw the baskets that these people packed, he wanted to come out.

If we count, the worst yield per mu is four stones and two dou, and the more can reach more than seven stones. And according to Zhang Fuling's previous introduction, this is not the end of the planting season. Now it is just the end of spring, and it can still be planted for one season. Isn't it doubled if I count it like this?

Looking sideways at Zhang Fuling and Liu Renli's calm look, they were obviously not surprised by this result, and even Liu Renli's face was dissatisfied, as if he had not met his expectations at all.

The old emperor was not calm and threw the notebook to the man and waved his hand at Fang Jizhong.

"Fang Fan took people to harvest two ridges of corn to see how much you can harvest."

Fang Jizhong naturally obeyed the instructions. Liu Renli nodded while inserting Lai Fu. Lai Fu personally taught the people how to do it, and demonstrated it. The people quickly hurriedly crawled into the cornfield with baskets on their backs.

Soon, baskets of corn were moved out and poured into the weighing basket. Even if one or two fell out, the kid didn't pick it up, but just raised his foot and raised it to one side.

With the reputation, Fang Jizhong came back with a few guards. The few people were covered in debris. What's even more funny is that there was a fat green bug hanging on Fang Jizhong's crooked hat.

Liu Renli glanced at it and it was hard to go up and help take it off at this time. Zhang Fuling seemed to have seen nothing.

Fang Jizhong ran happily to the old emperor and said with a bow.

"The two ridges have been cut down according to the master's instructions."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman followed behind, ran over with a slight anger, and threw more than a dozen ears into Fang Jizhong's basket.

"Why are you wasting food? You have to look carefully when you break the corn off. I see that it falls out of the basket and you don't pick it up. You think it's a fun place. Seeing that you are not young, how can you be so virtuous!"

Fang Jizhong was stunned. Anyone who saw him in the capital would respectfully call him Eunuch Fang. Even if he might not be able to stand it, he was best at relying on human power for most of his life. Unexpectedly, in a small place in Tongzhou, a woman dared to scold him like this, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

The old emperor held back his laughter and looked at Fang Jizhong's defeat, as if he was extremely happy, and said calmly.

"It shouldn't be wasted, hurry up and pass the price!"

Fang Jizhong bowed to the emperor and said nothing else to go closer, but the emperor waved his hand in disgust.

"Go and clean your body!"

Fang Jizhong looked aggrieved, but the emperor said it, so he didn't dare to say anything. He took a few steps back and began to shake off his robe. With a slap, the debris flew up instantly.

Liu Renli raised his hand and pointed at Fang Jizhong's hat. Only then did he realize it. He took off the hat and saw the wriggling fat bug, and he took off the hat.

Zhang Wanxun had quick hands and eyes. He caught the hat, swept Fang Jizhong's hat with his sword spike, and then handed it to him.

Fang Jizhong quickly nodded to the two of them, and then returned to the old emperor.

Following the old emperor's gaze, he also stared at the weighing boy. After weighing baskets, he simply filled out the form to calculate, and then reported the number loudly:

"These two ridges total four stones and three dou!"

The old emperor was stunned and Fang Jizhong grinned and laughed.

"No wonder I feel tired. It turns out that there are so many, it's really good!"

The old emperor stood up and walked to the boy who had called him. He had just read the number of baskets carefully, but he was a little worried about the calculation. He took the booklet and calculated it carefully, and it was indeed accurate.

"It's incredible. There's so much harvest in this half acre. Isn't it a quick nine stone per acre?"

Fang Jizhong came over and was quite moved.

"The southern paddy fields can earn two and a half stones, but not every year. Moreover, this is calculated based on the total output of two quarters. Your algorithm must be much more accurate, and each stone will be extra."

The old emperor nodded, but Liu Renli shook his head and said:

"It's still a lot less. When I was picking in Beishan, I went to weigh baskets. The yield there was 30% more than here. It seems that we will summarize the experience next season. Moreover, it is a rough statistics now. After the corn is dried, it will remove moisture and peel off the core. This will also reduce the weight. In this way, the pure yield of one acre is only about six stones."

Although Lai Fu did not dare to speak, he lowered his head and bowed to Liu Renli.

"Don't blame yourself, it's Lai Fu's fault. The density of the fields here can be tighter. I was afraid of poor management at that time, so I deliberately sparsely, which caused the yield problem. Please punish me."

Zhang Fuling held back his smile and lowered his head. The old emperor here lamented the rapid increase in output, and Fang Jizhong was absolutely incredible. You two sang together here, but they still felt that they had not met expectations. What are you doing to show off?

The old emperor coughed twice awkwardly and looked at Liu Renli with a serious face.

I feel more and more that this person is a down-to-earth and pragmatic official, and the output is still small, so how many people can reflect on this kind of introspection.

If Daliang, all local officials can be so pragmatic, and there are any hungry people causing trouble, and any disasters and riots. This is the true love for the people as a son.

Thinking of this, the old emperor sighed.
Chapter completed!