On the side, the officials surrounding the three people were also shocked, as if they had heard a book from heaven.

"Twenty stones!"

"The yield per mu is twenty stones..."

"The most productive fields in Ming Dynasty today only produce three or four stones per mu..."

"Woooooooooo..."

"If... woo woo... if we could produce twenty shi per acre..."

"I am a great Ming Dynasty and will never be given any more gifts!"

A moment later, Yuan Sutai, the dignified supervisor of Linyuan from the third rank, was already crying loudly.

While choking and sobbing, he kept sobbing and said: "Twenty stones... twenty stones... with only ten stones, my Ming Dynasty can never add more gifts! Then I can always be the orthodox of the Central Plains!"

Yuan Sutai began to cry.

The entire sweet potato field, from the officials of Shanglin Yuan Supervisor to the farmers employed by Shanglin Yuan Supervisor, also started crying.
Chapter completed!