Chapter 232 What two hundred? It’s two thousand!
"I haven't seen you for a long time. And it just so happened that Fifth Sister said she had prepared a big gift for you. I was curious, so I followed her."

After all, he was fined hundreds of thousands of taels of silver by Emperor Xuanwu.
Although Yun Chuhuan's mind was already filled with the words "stinky father", he still said it in a sweet and sweet way, trying to change the subject.

Fortunately, Emperor Xuanwu probably had a little conscience because he had punished him so many times before.

After hearing what Yun Chuhuan said, he didn't bother to hold him back anymore, but just snorted indifferently.
Then she followed his words and looked at Yun Shu again:
"I remember that when you opened a recipe book for Tianwaitian Restaurant, you didn't come to me on purpose.

What amazing new dish did you make this time?"

“You’ll know once you’ve tasted it!”

Yun Shu raised a smug smile, turned around and raised his voice slightly, signaling the eunuchs waiting outside to come in quickly and serve the meal.

Emperor Xuanwu looked at her proud expression as if she had accomplished something extraordinary, and his curiosity was unconsciously aroused by her.

When the eunuchs were setting the table, he stood by and watched.

Or eight dishes and one soup?
But it is different from the new dishes I have tried before.
Most of the previous dishes were just prepared in novel ways. Except for the one with animal blood and offal, he could at least recognize the other ingredients.

But this time...

What is this yellow thing?
Emperor Xuanwu stared at it carefully for a while, and suddenly found another problem:
"Your eight dishes and one soup, even this thing that replaces rice...

Aren’t they all made of the same stuff?”

"Father is indeed wise!"

Yun Shu smiled and helped Emperor Xuanwu to move the chair away:
"Try it while it's hot! Many of these dishes won't taste good if they're cold!"

"……Fine."

There was only one ingredient, but she was able to play with it in many ways.

Won’t you get tired of eating this?

Emperor Xuanwu hesitated and took a bite of each dish.

The frown on his face finally relaxed after he tasted it all over again:
"It's really good. What kind of dish is this?"

"My fifth sister gave it this name. She said it grows in the soil and looks like a big soybean, so she called it potato!"

I just ate too much this morning, and now I can only eat again.

Thinking that his father and fifth sister would not compete with him for food, Yun Chuhuan finally did not wolf down the food as he did in the morning.
While eating his favorite stir-fried potato shreds, he also took the time to answer questions:
"I also know the names of these dishes. They are Spicy Shredded Potatoes, Potato Stewed Beef Brisket, Cumin Potato and Pork Slices, Stir-fried Shredded Potatoes, Dry Potato Chips, and French Fries!"

"What about these others?"

Emperor Xuanwu raised his eyebrows and looked at the potato in his bowl:
“Is this boiled directly in water?”

"Yes."

Yun Shu nodded slightly and said seriously:

"I originally planned to make mashed potatoes, which would taste better.

But then I thought about it carefully, ordinary people probably don't have that much free time at home. If they want to eat this as a staple food, they will probably choose to boil it directly.

So I just made it like this.”

"Ordinary people?"

Emperor Xuanwu keenly caught the most important words in her words:

"Do you want the people to grow these... potatoes?"

“I would like to, but I cannot do so for now because this is what the Liu family caravan brought back from overseas, and the quantity of grain is relatively small at the moment.

So I want to discuss with you whether the imperial farm can lend me some potatoes first. I want to try and see if I can harvest potatoes twice a year."

"Absolutely impossible." Emperor Xuanwu thought she didn't know how to farm, and patiently explained a few more words:
"These crops are also afraid of cold. The autumn in the capital is relatively short and the weather gets cold quickly. When summer is over and the weather gets cold all of a sudden, no crops can survive."

Yun Shu: "Then just like laying ground heating pipes, can't we also build a greenhouse for growing vegetables?"

Emperor Xuanwu: “?”

He subconsciously recalled the outrageous quote Yun Shu gave him when he was laying ground dragons, and his mouth twitched:
"Just to grow a few potatoes in the middle of winter, we have to go to so much trouble.

Are you afraid that the ministers in the court will not have a reason to impeach you?"

"I'm not doing this just for those potatoes! I'm a citizen of Tiansheng!"

Yun Shu sat up straight and defended himself seriously:

"Father, do you know what the yield of potatoes is per acre?"

"How many?"

Emperor Xuanwu raised his eyebrows.
Yun Shu didn't expect him to really cooperate and guess, so he raised two fingers:
"At least this number!"

"Two hundred pounds?"

Emperor Xuanwu sneered:
"If I remember correctly, I just mentioned the rice yield per mu in court this morning."

The 400-jin rice is not so proud that it needs to live in a "hothouse", and the potato yield of 200 jin per mu...

"What do you mean two hundred pounds?"

Yun Shu withdrew his finger in disgust:
"It's two thousand!"

"..."

There was silence in the imperial study room.

Even Li Dehai, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but raise his head and secretly glance at Yun Shu when he heard the number.

The yield per mu is two thousand kilograms!
What is this concept?
If what Princess Sheng An said is true, then in a few years, no one in the Tiansheng Dynasty will be hungry anymore!
Li Dehai, a eunuch serving in the imperial court, was so excited that his heart was pounding.

Not to mention Emperor Xuanwu.

It took a lot of effort to maintain a calm expression on his face.

I noticed that my right hand holding the chopsticks was still trembling slightly.

Emperor Xuanwu simply put down his chopsticks and looked at Yunshu seriously:

“Didn’t they say that the number of potatoes brought back was small?

How do you know that it can produce at least 2,000 kilograms per mu?"

"Father, do you think there are too many potatoes in this dish?"

Compared to Emperor Xuanwu's seriousness, Yun Shu's expression seemed much more relaxed. She gestured casually with her hands:
"I dug out all these potatoes from this small flower pot."

Emperor Xuanwu looked at the size she was gesturing and estimated it in his mind.
Indeed, if so many potatoes could be grown in such a small area,
Then... a yield of 2,000 kilograms per mu may not be a dream after all!"

Emperor Xuanwu took a deep breath and was about to ask a few more questions.

Then Yun Shu took the initiative to speak:

"I'm afraid you won't believe me, so I asked someone to bring a basin over.
Father, do you want to see it yourself?"

"Look!"

A yield of 2,000 kilograms per mu is too amazing no matter how you look at it. He must see it with his own eyes!

There is one more chapter coming soon~