bullyxtreme Chapter 32 The Potatoes Are Ripe!
Chapter 32 The Potatoes Are Ripe!
That's all.
He picked up the hoe that had been prepared beforehand and walked to a potato seedling.
Under the watchful eyes of the three men, Zhang Fan suddenly swung his hoe down!
With a soft "plop," the hoe sank deep into the soil, and with a gentle pry...
next second!
Five or six round, yellowish lumps, bigger than a fist.
As the soil was turned up, it rolled out with a gurgling sound!
boom!!!
Ying Zheng's deep, star-like tiger eyes suddenly widened!
He stared intently at the mud-covered objects on the ground.
Even breathing caught in their throats!
"This...this is..."
Fusu and Li Si exclaimed in surprise!
"Oh my god!"
"This...this one plant has so many fruits?!"
Even Li Si, the imperial prime minister who had seen countless storms, could not remain calm at this moment.
He strode forward, incredulously crouched down, and picked up a potato.
The immense weight sent shivers down his spine!
Ying Zheng also came over and took the potato from Li Si's hand.
The emperor's heart began to pound violently!
Just one!
Just flipping through it randomly!
There are five or six!
That one acre of land...
Fifty shi per mu!
This is no exaggeration!
It's true!!!
Just as the three people in the courtyard were caught in endless shock and ecstasy.
Under the porch by the entrance.
A young eunuch in charge of sweeping witnessed this scene.
A look of extreme horror flashed in his eyes!
He didn't dare linger, lowered his head, and pretended to be nonchalant.
Then, holding a broom, he quickened his pace uncontrollably and hurriedly left the yard.
All his movements were seen out of the corner of Zhang Fan's eye.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth.
He leaned close to Ying Zheng's ear, who was still in shock, and whispered:
"Your Majesty, the fish... has already given itself away."
Ying Zheng instantly snapped out of his ecstasy.
He glanced in the direction the little eunuch had left, a cold glint in his eyes!
"I want to see what these parasites are up to!"
……
Not long after.
Imperial Censor, Feng Yuan's residence.
A servant dressed as a household servant stumbled and crawled into the main hall, sweating profusely!
"M-My lord! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"
Feng Yuan, who was sipping tea, frowned.
He slammed the bronze goblet down heavily in his hand:
"What a flustered and disorderly manner!"
The servant knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and said urgently:
"Potatoes! It's those potatoes! They look... they look ripe!"
"Our spies have sent word that His Majesty, Chancellor Li Si, and the eldest son are all...all in that courtyard!"
"What?!"
Feng Yuan suddenly stood up, his composure vanishing instantly, replaced by shock!
"How is that possible! Wasn't it said that it would only grow leaves and not bear fruit?!"
A storm raged within him; he paced back and forth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
No!
I have to see it for myself!
"Someone come here!"
Feng Yuan shouted sternly, "Quickly go and invite Lord Wang and Lord Li! Tell them we have important matters to discuss!"
"Prepare the carriage! We must proceed to the palace immediately!"
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he muttered to himself:
"I want to see for myself whether that sorcerer's claim of a thousand catties per mu is true or false!"
Not long after.
Led by Grand Censor Feng Yuan, more than ten high-ranking officials gathered in the palace.
They all looked arrogant as they marched in a grand procession toward the courtyard where Zhang Fan was.
Throughout the journey, I was met with constant sarcasm and ridicule.
"Hmph, what a charade! I've already heard that there's nothing there but vines!"
A minister stroked his beard, his face full of disdain.
"Indeed! His Majesty must have been deceived by that sorcerer!"
"We are going there today precisely to expose his true colors in front of His Majesty!"
"Haha, I heard that Young Master Fusu spends all his time with him. He's truly hopeless!"
"Today, let them, master and servant, become a laughingstock for the world!"
They chatted amongst themselves in twos and threes, each with a cold smile on their face.
In their view, Zhang Fan had run out of ideas.
The so-called "immortal master," the so-called "auspicious omens"!
Today, I will become a complete laughingstock in front of this entire court of civil and military officials!
When Feng Yuan led a group of ministers, he strode arrogantly into the courtyard.
The lush vines and leaves filling the yard brought a surge of joy to everyone!
Sure enough!
There are only leaves, no fruit!
Suppressing their smugness, they quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Ying Zheng.
"Your Majesty, we, your humble servants, pay our respects!"
Ying Zheng slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across everyone's face.
A cold, mocking smile played on his lips as he spoke:
"My esteemed ministers, what brings you to this place today, all of you seemingly by chance?"
His calm tone carried an invisible pressure.
This startled the previously smug ministers, making them somewhat flustered.
It was still the Imperial Censor Feng Yuan who, emboldened, stepped forward and spoke with righteous indignation:
"Your Majesty! We have heard that the divine plants cultivated by the Immortal Master are ready for harvest!"
"I am deeply concerned, fearing that His Majesty may be misled by treacherous and wicked men!"
"I have come here specifically to verify the authenticity for Your Majesty!"
"Oh?"
Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow.
"In your opinion, Minister Feng, how have I been deceived?"
"His Majesty!"
Feng Yuan's voice suddenly rose in pitch.
He pointed to the potato vines covering the ground and spoke with great enthusiasm,
"This plant, since it was planted, has only grown leaves and has not borne fruit!"
"Where does the claim of a yield of 1,000 jin per mu come from?"
"This is clearly spreading heresy and deceiving the emperor!"
He had barely finished speaking!
Zhang Fan, who was standing to the side, suddenly laughed.
The laughter was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Who says it doesn't bear fruit?"
"presumptuous!"
One of the ministers immediately jumped out.
He pointed at the potato vines in the field, and angrily bowed to Ying Zheng.
"Your Majesty! The facts are undeniable, the evidence is irrefutable!"
"This man dares to argue! To deceive His Majesty is a crime of deceiving the emperor!"
"Your Majesty, I implore you to execute this scoundrel on the spot, to set an example!"
"Yes! He should be executed!"
"Your Majesty, please punish this scoundrel severely!"
The ministers echoed their sentiments, and the crowd was filled with excitement.
"you……"
Fusu, who was standing to the side, could no longer control his anger.
He suddenly stood up, pointed at the group of ministers, and shouted sternly:
"You know nothing, you can't even grasp the facts..."
"Young Master!"
Feng Yuan immediately interrupted him, and earnestly advised him,
"You must not let this sorcerer blind you!"
"He bewitched His Majesty, and now he's trying to bewitch you; his intentions are utterly despicable!"
"Yes, young master, you must keep your eyes open!"
Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, all pointing their fingers at Fusu.
Throughout the entire process, Ying Zheng remained silent.
He simply watched the group of officials with great interest.
Watching their self-righteous performance.
Deep within his eyes, there was an ever-growing sense of disappointment and coldness.
Finally, he had seen enough.
"Someone come here!"
Ying Zheng's indifferent voice rang out, instantly suppressing all the noise.
Two armored guards immediately stepped forward and knelt on one knee:
"His Majesty!"
Ying Zheng stretched out his hand, pointed to the most lush land, and gave the order:
"Take this land, and... turn it upside down!"