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The offensive of the Han army camp was quickly blocked. It was originally expected to break through the beach, but the Qi army suddenly changed its formation.

The face of Dong Ning, who was in command of the battle, changed. It was still the Qi army, the Qi army who secretly learned the formation of his own Han army.

This grandson of Niba voted for the Qi army, but even trained for the Qi people. If he was allowed to catch him, he would have to kill his grandson.

"Charge me, pikemen, gather, rush, and break through this Qi army, and we will win."

Dong Ning roared hoarse.

...

After a stick of incense, Dong Ning stabilized the formation and roared at the captain behind.

"The reserve team, tune up for me."

"Made, it's been a long time since I fought such a battle. This Qi army is quite capable of resisting it."

Dong Ning's face was full of madness. Although the battle was difficult, it felt good to advance step by step.

Captain Hoouying ran up with a slanted armor, panting: "Captain Captain, the reserve team has not come up, and Captain Cao has not passed the military order for a while."

Dong Ning's expression changed. Cao Hua didn't send an army order, and the reserve team was broken again. This was an attack in the camp. Just now Li Erniu wanted to withdraw his troops several times. Could it be because the camp was attacked?

"Integrate the army, prepare to withdraw."

Dong Ning said calmly, Daying was attacked, and he must bring this team back intact. When Daying was breached, Qingjiang Daying was finished.

An hour later, Dong Ningtong returned to the North Bank with the defeated soldiers, and most of his guards were damaged.

Seeing the North Bank where there was no fighting, and Cao Hua who was held hostage by several Chinese soldiers, Dong Ning became angry at once.

I fought hard in front, Li Erniu, you **** foolishly here, also caught Cao Hua, slapped the soldiers holding Cao Hua in the face, hitting them back again and again, Dong Ning pointed at Li Er Niu's nose roared out.

"Li Erniu, what do you want to do!"

"Now it's a war. I took the beach in one fell swoop, and in half an hour I can lay the foundation. You will ruin the good situation."

"You wait, today's war, I will definitely write three provinces, write your majesty, write a letter to the prince, let your majesty take care of you a coward who is afraid of fighting."

"enough!"

Lao Li's face was green: "The Qi army has already risen and formed an army, and you have refused to withdraw several times. What do you want me to do?

The reserve team is pressed up, who is responsible in case of defeat? Three thousand soldiers died in the last battle. I have been reprimanded by the three provinces. Your Majesty has asked me. If there is any further damage today, what shall I take to the government and the public. "

...

At the Imperial Village in the capital, Su Lu stood outside the potato field, looking at the yellowing crop field, and said to Li Qing next to him.

"Put the potatoes into the world, you have done the most, you come to announce the excavation."

Li Qing cheeked with joy and returned the shovel to Su Lu.

"It's up to you to come, and Han will have today. It is you. This potato can be found, so that the people of Han will no longer go hungry, and hope that it will be yours."

Su Lu laughed and threw the shovel to Li Zhuangtou next to him.

"Come on, Li Zhuangtou, here you have the greatest credit. You dig this first potato. If you dig less, your honor will not be promoted."

Li Zhuangtou's face was overjoyed when he heard this, and he was overjoyed. This is the prince's praise to himself.

Eyeballs were rolling around in circles for a long time, trying to find out which one grows best.

"Just this one."

Li Zhuangtou smiled and selected one plant, watching Su Lu and His Majesty, waiting for their orders.

Li Qing said with a smile: "Okay, this potato seed is good live, you are the master, let's get started."

Li Zhuangtou shoveled off the leaves on it, secretly inspected the area of ​​the potatoes, and went down with a shovel.

The moist soil was dug up, and among the black-brown crushed soil, large and small potatoes were exposed. The largest adult fist was the size of a hawthorn.

After dug out the potatoes, Li Zhuangtou dropped the shovel, carefully grasped the roots of the potatoes, and pulled the potatoes out of the soil with a little force.

After a while, the potatoes were pulled out by the whole plant.

"One, two... thirteen!"

Smiling Yu said, his face was full of complacency. The Ministry of Agriculture was established this time under the leadership of the Ministry of Industry, and most of the officials came from the Ministry of Industry. The potato output was high and the credit was due to the Ministry of Industry.

"Your Majesty, Lord, according to the output, this year will definitely be a bumper harvest."

Yu Wei slid the potatoes and said as if offering treasures.

Li Qing didn't understand this, so he could only turn his attention to Su Lu.

Su Lu nodded: "Although the output is not as high as that, there is still no problem with eight or nine hundred catties."

The face of Yang Biao at the back was shocked. What does it mean to produce eight or nine hundred jin per mu? His household secretary knows best. Nowadays, wheat is generally three or four hundred jin, or eight or nine hundred jin, which is really amazing.

Su Lu continued: "This potato variety is not good. If the variety is better, with enough water and fertilizer, the output can be doubled."

Yang Biao opened his mouth wide and looked at Su Lu dumbfounded. Lord, is this a joke?

Thinking of Su Lu's past achievements, Yang Biao almost slapped himself. Do you need to doubt what the prince said?

Regardless of whether it is military formation or farming, the prince is not exactly what he says, and the output of this potato is definitely no problem.

Everyone started to excavate these dozens of acres of land at the same time, and soon one acre was dug out. Han Zhao, who advised the Department of Agriculture, directed several subordinates to count the potatoes dug out.

Looking at the number recorded in the book, Han Zhao was stunned for a while, and still pushed him a bit before letting him react.

"Very good!"

Han Zhao yelled, holding the book, ran in the direction of Su Lu and Li Qing, yelling as he ran.

"My lord, my lord, I'm overjoyed, the yield per mu..."

"puff"

Han Zhao stepped on a newly dug potato pit, his body sounded and he threw himself into the newly dug dirt, making a muddy face.

Regardless of his gray head and face, Han Zhao crawled around, covered in mud, and arrived in front of Su Lu and Li Qing.

"Your Majesty, Lord, the yield of 1024 jin per mu is more than twice that of wheat. We only planted a few thousand mu this year. If we plant tens of thousands of mu, we don't have to worry about the famine in Han."

Su Lu nodded. The purpose of growing his own potatoes was to ensure sufficient food for Han, not only to satisfy the people's livelihood, but also to meet the needs of military rations everywhere.

You can't be the same as before. There is a war here, and you have to worry about where you are going to rob, otherwise the army will be interrupted tomorrow.

Yang Biao at the back almost jumped up: "Han Zhubo, is this number true?"

When Han Zhao was happy, he didn't care about Yang Biao, and passed the book straight over.

"My lord, please have a look."

Yang Biao took the book, glanced at it, and suddenly smiled. As a householder, he knows the pressure of lack of food best. With such output, there is no need to worry about the lack of food in the army.

Su Lu asked Xiaosi next to him and said, "Is there any sweet potato output? That is also a good thing, and the output is not low."

Su Lu's words shocked Yang Biao and Yu Wei, and they both asked at the same time:

"How about the yield of potatoes?"

"Unmatched"

Su Lu answered calmly.