Fortunately, Ye Feng was not in front of them, otherwise they would have to die of guilt, watching this wave of tears earned it was simply effortless.

Council Chamber.

The night breeze sent a steaming corn cob to all the civil and military members present.

After all, corn on the cob is in this season when it can be eaten.

This new thing needs to be taught by Ye Feng himself, and then posted an announcement to tell the people how to eat this kind of thing.

Fang Qiao looked at the golden corn on the cob carefully, and whispered softly, "Master, don't you just cook it briefly, can you eat it?"

On the first night, Ye Feng missed a bite and said, "That's right! It's the taste. Everyone eats it. How about trying it? This is just the simplest way to eat."

The crowd followed the night wind, took a bite, and chewed in their mouths for a while.

"Yeah! This corn tastes really good, it has a sweet and delicious taste."

"Yes! This kind of food can grow on the ground in the morning, it is already very good, one person and one stick should be enough for a meal.

"It's a pity that its stick is so thick. After eating rice grains, this stick..."

Ye Feng immediately added: "You must never throw sticks. Tell the people that they must be put away, even the waste straws in the crops must not be thrown away. The heating system can be burned in winter. This kind of thing has a lot of smoke and is easy to use. ."

Fang Qiao nodded, "The lord even said that with this straw and stick, we don't need to cut wood. These wood can be used to build houses and settle more people!"

Yang Wei took a deep breath: "The corn introduced by the lord already has such a miraculous effect. I don't know how effective the potatoes and sweet potatoes will be, and how much can they feed?"

Ye Feng did not explain too much: "When the crops are harvested, you will naturally know that according to previous estimates, it should not be a problem to feed one hundred and eighty households in one mu of land."

Yang Wei was overjoyed: "That's really great!"

Fang Qiao smiled lightly: "During this period, let's first popularize the way of eating corn to the people. When the potatoes and sweet potatoes come down, we will be busier."

Everyone agreed: "Yes!"

Early the next morning.

The first way to eat corn was posted on the notices in the major counties of Mount Tai.

People all over Mount Tai picked corn from the fields and went home, and cooked the corn according to the method.

Every day that follows, the government will continue to release various ways of eating corn.

Can make porridge and drink!

Can eat fried rice!

Can match various ingredients to make all kinds of delicious things!

Okay!

As a result, people holding corn cobs can be seen everywhere in the county.

The first sentence in the meeting always asks: "Hei! Have you eaten?"

The person will answer: "Corn on the cob? Of course, it's so delicious!"

Otherwise it is.

"Go, go home quickly and try today's corn rice."

"Haha! It's so delicious!"

The legend of corn is circulating throughout Mount Tai.

It has become an after-dinner talk for the common people, and even those who have good things specially use a pen to copy down the way of eating corn, so as not to forget about it next year.

Corn has given the people so many surprises!

They naturally have greater expectations for potatoes and sweet potatoes.

In order to make the crops grow better, they worked harder to **** the land. They wake up early every day and are greedy for the dark. They stay in the field all the time. They feel like a farming army, guarding the treasure of life and prosperity!

The people live their lives in expectation!

Don't mention how happy this feeling is.

Just get through for a while.

Taishan ushered in a bumper harvest!

All the people are in battle!

With the reasonable arrangements of Fang Qiao, Yang Dan, Yang Wei, Zhuge Gui and others, it took about half a month (to Zhao Zhao) to harvest all the food in Mount Tai!

Check the accounting!

Corn yields nearly 60 shi per mu!

The potato yields nearly 135 shi per mu!

The yield of sweet potatoes per mu is as high as 200 shi!

Compared with the yield per mu of rice planting, it is blinding eyes!

The army and people of Mount Tai celebrated together, even more joyous than the New Year.

When the night wind was resting at noon, a voice suddenly rang in his mind, which made him stand up:

"It is detected that the people's attachment has reached 100 points, and the lord's skills are rewarded."

Homecoming?

It's a surprise, there is no way!

Homecoming!

Lord type talent skills.

The plug-in explained: "Within the host's influence, the dependency of all the cities and the local people will increase by 5%."

"The new city has been captured, and the dependence of the people has increased by 5%."

BUG!

It's just a bug

The old saying goes: Those who win the hearts of the people win the world!

In particular, this is clearly the effect of calming people's hearts for us!

It also saves that part of the saliva is wasted every time the city is conquered. It is enough to rely on word of mouth from the people.

of course!

More importantly, the last one, the immigration rate of exiles, increased by 1,096!

Friends who are familiar with the Three Kingdoms may know that Jingzhou, among the 13 states of the Eastern Han Dynasty, is a paradise for exiles.

What Mr. Sima Hui?

What are Zhuge's Four Water Friends Cui Zhouping, Xu Shu, Shi Tao, Meng Jian!

There are also people like Wang Can and Yin Ji who are well-informed and knowledgeable, all of whom are exiles.

Ye Feng didn't require them to come to Mount Tai, especially if they could come two or three, it was a great help to his career.

What's more, Liu Biao at this time has not yet entered Jingzhou. The real paradise in the world is Mount Tai, which is the night breeze!

Don't be sure, someone will come here admiringly, just like Cheng Yu and Man Chong.

Haha!

Just thinking about this kind of thing makes it cool!

After the autumn harvest.

In the blink of an eye, it entered the cold winter.

Compared with last year, this winter's temperature is not much different.

But across the country, there is not much disaster.

Even if there is, it should be only a minority, at least not alarming the central government.

The cold winter is fleeting, and another year spring comes.

Council Chamber.

Yefeng is deploying this year's policy route.

Suddenly, there was a rush of news from outside the hall.

A small official broke into the hall, clasping his fists and arching his hands: "Lord, there is a man calling himself Lu Jing outside the hall, please see me!"

"Lu Jing?"

Ye Feng groaned for a moment, and immediately realized.

This person is Lu Zhi's own son. He was an official to Sikong in history and was named Rongcheng Hou and a posthumous character.

"Hurry up, please."

Ye Feng waved his hand and quickly settled down.

Soon.

Lu Yu followed the young official to Jinzhong.

Before Ye Feng had time to say hello, he saw Lu Yu frown, crying and crying.

"Look at Brother Wang, save my father's life!"

Ye Feng's mind was slightly disturbed, and he hurriedly moved into the hall to help Lu Fan up: "Zijia, what happened to Luoyang?"

When Lu Yu raised his head, the general information was revealed in front of the night wind.

Lu Yu hurriedly said: "Brother Wang, great changes in Beijing, your majesty died among officials the day before yesterday. General He Jin supported the emperor's reign as the emperor, and announced that he would amnesty the world and change the yuan to Guangxi!"