Daqin's voice was stolen by Yingzheng at the beginning

Chapter 95

Wu Zizhong bounced up in an instant:
"Wang Jian, don't spout blood. I yelled for a long time and you didn't reply. I thought you were dead."

"Who the hell knew you were going to the toilet?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Jian blew his beard and stared:
"You bastard, I beat you."

Wang Jian immediately stood up, not giving up until he reached his goal.

"Okay, be quiet."

The first emperor finally understood that this was an oolong.

"Your Majesty, I'm so angry, this bastard needs to be dealt with."

Wang Jian refused to accept it.

Wu Zizhong is also on the bar:

"Okay, then come and hit me, I beg you, come and hit me?"

"You, your father beat you to death today."

Wang Jian has a violent temper, and he really can't bear it.

"That's enough, what's the point of being so noisy, this is my imperial study, not a vegetable market."

When the dragon prestige descended, both Wu Zizhong and Wang Jian shut up.

"Wang Jian, this is just a misunderstanding, why hold on to it?"

"If you don't want to feel sorry, then you can go and have a look when Lang Zhongling goes to the toilet."

I'm going to fuck.
Wang Jian staggered and fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty, I'm not good at that."

"Okay, I know, I'm looking for you today for two things."

The First Emperor had a headache.

As long as Wu Zizhong's matter is involved, it will make the emperor's head hurt.

"Your Majesty, what do you dare to ask?"

Wang Jian became very serious at this time.

"The first thing is, the five thousand elite soldiers must be ordered by Lang Zhong, otherwise you, Wang Jian, will lose a dishonest person?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I, Wang Jian, keep my word. Five thousand elite soldiers will be sent tonight."

Hearing this, Emperor Shihuang turned his head to look at Wu Zizhong:

"Lang Zhongling, you are satisfied."

"Your Majesty, I am satisfied, very satisfied."

The first emperor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The second thing is that Lang Zhongling solved a long-standing problem in Daqin, the food shortage."

Wang Jian also understands that the Great Qin has been fighting for years, and the people are miserable, so it is not bad to be able to survive.

There is no food stock at all.

"Lang Zhongling, what His Majesty said is true?"

"really."

This time, Wu Zizhong wasn't joking.

"Dare to ask Lang Zhongling, how to solve it?"

Wang Jian was overjoyed, and forgot all the unhappiness just now.

Emperor Shihuang chuckled, picked up a potato that was left just now and said:
"Wang Jian, come and taste this, it's delicious."

"Your Majesty, what is this?"

Wang Jian took it over, his head was also very bewildered.

"General Wang, peel off the skin and taste it?"

Wang Jian didn't think that Emperor Shihuang would harm him.

Immediately did so, and ate it in one gulp.

"Wow, delicious, so delicious."

Then three or two bites were finished.

"Your Majesty, may I ask what this is? It's so delicious."

"Hahaha, Wang Jian, these are potatoes, haven't you seen them before?"

At this moment, Emperor Shihuang was very comfortable. It was really cool to pretend to be a coward in front of Wang Jian.

"Potatoes? This thing is called potatoes? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

Huh, of course you haven't heard of it.

"Wang Jian, this thing is the key to Lang Zhongling's solution to the food shortage in Daqin."

Then he looked at Wu Zizhong and said:

"Lang Zhongling, please explain."

Wu Zizhong didn't hide anything, he just spoke out.

"What? Five thousand catties per mu? How is this possible?"

Wang Jian was horrified, judging from the current output of Daqin.

It is not bad if one mu of land can produce one thousand catties of grain.

But the thing in his hand can actually produce five thousand catties per mu.

"That's right, and it can be planted three times a year, and it matures every three months."

"what?"

Wang Jian was struck by lightning again.

"Then, then, doesn't that mean that in a year, one mu of land can produce [-] catties?"

Wang Jian was trembling all over.

For a long time, Daqin fought everywhere, and the food and grass were the most laborious and costly.

Sometimes when fighting at the border, there is a shortage of food, and they have no choice but to gnaw on bark and so on.

"Lang Zhongling, how many do you have?"

Wang Jian is eager to know everything, which is not only a matter related to the people.

It is also related to whether the entire Daqin soldiers are hungry.

"Not much, maybe ten thousand catties."

"What? Ten thousand catties?"

When Wang Jianlei arrived, he thought how much it was, [-] catties was nothing.

But Wu Zizhong's next words directly blinded Wang Jian.

"The [-] jin can barely plant a hundred acres of land."

"Bangdang."

Wang Jian fell directly to the ground, a hundred acres of land?OMG.

"Lang Zhongling, are you sure you didn't lie to me? Just this ten thousand catties of potatoes can plant one hundred acres of land?"

"Of course, what did I lie to you for?"

Wu Zizhong explained the method of planting.

Wang Jian was taken aback.

"That's how it is. In this way, a hundred mu of land can produce 50 catties in three months, and 150 million catties in a year."

Wang Jian is also an old man, and he saw the crux of the problem almost instantly.

"Your Majesty, Lang Zhongling is really the lucky star of Daqin."

"Your vision is really good, it really is like a torch."

The First Emperor felt at ease, having known Wang Jian for so long, although he had some compliments.

But it was the first time for such a heartfelt compliment as today.

"Hehe, that is, who is I? That is the first emperor, who has surpassed the three emperors and surpassed the five emperors."

The first emperor recalled the moment when he had just arrived in Wujiabao.

Why did he have that feeling of being connected by blood, and why did he uncontrollably find Wu Zizhong?

At first, Emperor Shi Huang was also puzzled.

Now I understand, it turns out that this is God guiding him.

The first emperor was very lucky, if he didn't go to Wujiabao, wouldn't he have missed Wu Zizhong?
"Lang Zhongling, may I ask you where these potatoes come from?"

"Haha, of course. Wait, Wang Jian, what did you ask just now?"

(End of this chapter)