Chapter 347

The Han Army camp was soon blocked. It was expected to break through the beach. The Qi army suddenly changed its formation, and the elite of the rear formation formed a battle formation and pressed up.

Dong Ning's face changed. He was the Qi army, who secretly learned the array of his own Han army.

Mud, this grandson joined the Qi army and even trained for the Qi people. If you let yourself catch him, you must kill his grandson.

"Rush for me, Chang Qi ā Let's get together and attack. If we break through this Qi army, we will win. "

Dong Ning roared at the top of his voice.

……

After a joss stick, Dong Ning stabilized his formation and roared at the Duwei behind him.

"Where's the reserve team? Transfer it to me."

"Ma De, I haven't fought such a war for a long time. This Qi army is quite resistant."

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

The rear battalion Lieutenant's armor slanted and ran up, panting: "governor, the reserve team didn't come up, and Cao Xiaowei didn't send a military order."

Dong Ning's face changed. Cao Hua didn't send a military order, and the reserve team was broken again. This was an attack in the camp. Li Erniu withdrew his troops several times just now. Is it because the camp was attacked.

"The whole army, ready to withdraw."

Dong Ning said in a calm voice, the camp is attacked, and he must take the team back completely. When the camp is broken, the Qingjiang camp will be over.

An hour later, Dong Ning returned to the north bank with the disabled and defeated generals, and most of his guards lost.

Seeing the north bank without war and Cao Hua kidnapped by several Chinese soldiers, Dong Ning was angry.

I fought in front. Li Erniu fooled around here and caught Cao Hua. He slapped Cao Hua's soldiers in the face and beat them back. Dong Ning yelled out pointing to Li Erniu's nose.

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

"It's a war now. I'll take the beach at one fell swoop and lay a foundation in half an hour. You've ruined the good situation."

"Wait, I will write to the king about today's war, your majesty, and let your majesty deal with you, a coward who is afraid of the war."

"Enough!"

Lao Li's face was livid: "the Qi army has become powerful and formed an army array. You have refused to withdraw several times. What do you want me to do?

The reserves are all pressed up. Who is responsible in case of defeat? I have been reprimanded by the upper three provinces for killing 3000 soldiers in the last war. Your majesty has asked me. If there is any more damage today, what can I take to the government and the public? "

……

In Huangzhuang, the capital, Su Lu stood outside the potato field, looked at the yellowing crop field and said to Li Qing next to him.

"You owe the most to pushing potatoes into the world. You'll announce the excavation."

Li Qing cheeks and cheeks, and shovel back to Su Lu.

"You're still here. It's up to you that the Han country can have today. This potato can be found, so that the Han people will no longer starve. The hope is yours."

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

"Come on, Li Zhuangtou, you are the most meritorious here. You dig the first potato. If you dig less, you won't be promoted."

Li Chuang tou's face was overjoyed when he heard the speech. This is the king's praise to himself.

His eyes wandered around the field for a long time, trying to find out which one grew best.

"Just this one."

Li Zhuangtou selected one with a smile and looked at Su Lu and his majesty, waiting for their order.

Li Qing smiled and said, "well, it's good to plant potatoes alive. You're the first skill. Let's start."

Li Zhuang tou spade the leaves off the top and secretly measured the extent of the potato. A shovel went down.

The moist soil was excavated, and in the dark brown broken soil, large and small potatoes were exposed. The largest adult fist was the size of hawthorn.

Digging out potatoes, Li Zhuangtou threw away the shovel, carefully grabbed the roots of the potatoes, and pressed the potatoes out of the soil a little bit.

A moment later, the potato was pulled out by the whole plant.

"One, two... Thirteen!"

Yu said with a smile on his face. His face was full of pride. The Department of agriculture was led by his ministry of work, and most of the officials came from the Ministry of work. The high output of potatoes was attributed to his ministry of work.

"Your Majesty, Lord, according to this output, this year must be a bumper harvest."

I slipped the potatoes and said like a treasure.

Li Qing doesn't understand this, so he can only look at Su Lu.

Su Lu nodded: "although the output is not high enough, there is still no problem with eight or nine hundred kilograms."

Yang Biao's face at the back was full of shock. What does it mean to produce eight or nine hundred kilograms per mu? He, the Minister of household, knows best. Now wheat is generally three or four hundred kilograms, eight or nine hundred kilograms, which is really amazing.

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

Yang Biao opened his mouth and looked at Su Lu in a daze. Isn't this a joke?

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

Whether it's military array or farming, the king's words are not right. The yield of this potato must be no problem.

The people began to dig the dozens of mu of land at the same time, and soon finished digging one mu. Han Zhao, who advised the agriculture department, commanded several officials to dig more potatoes.

Looking at the number recorded in the book, Han Zhao was stunned for a moment. He pushed him for a while before he could react.

"Great!"

Han Zhao shouted, grabbed the book and ran in the direction of Su Lu and Li Qing, shouting as he ran.

"Lord, your majesty, great joy, yield per mu..."

"Poof"

Han Zhao stepped on a newly dug potato pit, his body sounded a lie down, and the whole man jumped into the newly dug soil and made a disheartened face.

Regardless of his disheveled face, Han Zhaolian rolled and crawled, covered in mud, and came to Su Lu and Li Qing.

"Your Majesty, my Lord, the yield per mu is 1024 Jin, which is more than twice the yield of wheat. We have only planted thousands of Mu this year. If we plant tens of thousands of mu, we don't have to be afraid of the famine in the Han country."

Su Lu nodded. His purpose of planting potatoes was to ensure that there was enough food in the Han country, not only to meet the people's livelihood, but also to meet the needs of military food everywhere.

We can't fight here as before. We have to worry about where to rob, or the army will be broken tomorrow.

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

When Han Zhao was happy, he didn't quarrel with Yang Biao and handed over the book directly.

"Please have a look, my Lord."

Yang Biao took the book and looked at it. He immediately smiled. As the Minister of household, he knew the pressure of lack of food. With such output, he no longer had to worry about lack of food in the army.

Su Lu asked the little four next to him, "has the yield of sweet potato come out? It's also a good thing, and the yield is not low."

Su Lu's words shocked Yang Biao and Yu. They asked at the same time:

"How about the yield of potatoes?"

"No match"

Su Lu answered calmly.