For a while, all the people in the mushroom shed unanimously passed the proposal to give Lin Yixiu the ancestral hall, and elected a representative, and when they met Xiahou Jun, the king of Rongdi, they asked him for his life.

Lin Yi stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please, and said, "King, there is a sweet potato orchard in front, I'll take you to have a look." ”

"Sweet potato? But such a big man, the inside is red, and after steaming, the sweet potato that is soft, fragrant and sweet? ”

Xiahou Jun remembered the tribute sweet potatoes he had eaten before, and he was particularly surprised to hear Lin Yi say that sweet potatoes were also planted here.

Lin Yi nodded and said with a smile: "That's a red-hearted sweet potato, it's a kind of sweet potato, and I plant a red-skinned and white-hearted sweet potato here, which tastes just as delicious." ”

While speaking, Lin Yi had already taken Xiahou Jun and others to a greenhouse, which could not see the end at all, and it was conceivable how many sweet potatoes were planted in it.

At the door of the greenhouse, there were two guards as usual, standing there with spears in hand, seeing Lin Yi coming, after nodding to her, and then respectfully opening the door of the greenhouse, in an instant, a hot air came to the face, and Lin Yi took the lead in walking in.

Later, Xiahou Jun took everyone into the greenhouse in a very orderly manner.

I saw that inside the greenhouse, both sides are turned loose soil, on it, there are blue-green sweet potato vines planted in a very orderly manner, because the air inside is warm, the whole greenhouse, exudes a unique smell of soil, and there is a slight smell, which is the smell of natural fertilizer.

Although it stinks, the people present did not feel that the smell was unpleasant, and they looked at the new green shoots on the sweet potato vines, and a sense of hope arose in their hearts.

Lin Yi introduced: "These sweet potato seedlings have just been transplanted not long ago, so they are not very big, but the growth cycle of sweet potatoes is very fast, and they can be harvested in four to five months. ”

"Can you really harvest so many sweet potatoes?" Xia Houjun was stunned when he heard this number.

Lin Yi smiled: "Of course, the yield of sweet potatoes is very high. ”

The courtiers around Xiahou Jun were surprised and suspicious.

Someone questioned: "Mrs. Ji, this is all what you said, we haven't seen it, how do you know how much sweet potatoes can produce?" ”

Lin Yi glanced back at the man and said, "With your current situation in Rong Di, is it necessary for me to lie to you?" Even if I tell you that this shed can produce thousands of catties of sweet potatoes by then, you should be grateful to me, right? Why should I dig a hole for myself and slap myself in the face? “

When the man heard this, he immediately stopped talking, because what Lin Yi said was the truth, they Rong Di is really very difficult now, there are people starving everywhere outside, so far, three out of ten people have died of starvation.

This is still the number reported by the whole country, and I don't know how many others have not reported.

Lin Yi's manor is their food and their hope.

Another minister said: "Even if as Mrs. Ji said, the sweet potatoes in these sheds can be beaten for tens of thousands of catties, but for Rong Di, it is a drop in the bucket." ”

Lin Yi said with a smile: "It's early spring, the farming season hasn't passed yet, if Rong Di really has the heart to solve the domestic dilemma, it's still too late." ”

When the minister heard this, he was immediately excited, and asked, "Is Mrs. Ji really willing to teach these techniques for growing sweet potatoes and mushrooms to our people in Rongdi?" “