The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

The emperor's words made the entire Tai Chi Hall fall silent.

The ministers and officials looked at Li Shimin's extremely arrogant face and thought for a moment that they had encountered a ghost.

They have been following the emperor for more than twenty years. Where did they see the emperor like this?

Arrogant and arrogant!

They all believed that the emperor in front of them was pretended to be someone else.

Duan Lun's face shook violently twice.

The emperor was clearly humiliating Duan Lun.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid you're not crazy. Why don't you ask the imperial doctor to come and check on you!" Duan Lun was finally broken today.

He stood in front of the emperor and said that the emperor was sick, and asked the imperial doctor to come and see him.

"Duan Shangshu, be careful what you say!"

"Duan Shangshu, how can you say this!"

Fang Xuanling and others immediately pulled Duan Lun.

Good guy, Duan Lun is planning to die with the emperor today, right?

Do you dare to say such things?

Was he afraid that the emperor wouldn't chop off his head?

Li Shimin was stunned by Duan Lun's words at that time.

What the hell, the only person alive in this world who dares to talk to him like this is Zhao Chen.

Duan Lun really wanted to die!

"Duan Lun, what are you talking about me?" Li Shimin clenched his fists and resisted the urge to punch him.

"Your Majesty, it seems that his brain is not in good condition and he is also deaf, right?"

"You're so presumptuous!" Li Shimin couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately slapped Duan Lun in the face.

Li Shimin was really angry.

Duan Lun was slapped so hard that his mouth bled.

Everyone else was stunned at the moment.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Seeing that the emperor wanted to attack Duan Lun, Fang Xuanling rushed over and held the emperor's arm to stop him.

"Let me go. If I don't let him have a long memory today, he will really think that I am a fool." Li Shimin was indescribably annoyed now.

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Duan Lun's eyes reveal shadows.

"If your Majesty feels that Duan Lun is at fault, just kill me!"

"It's just that if the people of Chen and Qianzhou knew, His Majesty would not care about their life or death, but would go to Wannian County to dig potatoes and relax."

"I wonder what they will think of Your Majesty, and whether they will scold you even more harshly than I do." Duan Lun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Li Shimin jokingly.

"You know nothing!" Li Shimin pointed at Duan Lun and said angrily.

When the officials heard the emperor swearing, their mouths twitched.

But they are used to it.

The emperor even beat people. Isn't it normal to curse him?

"It's true that I went to dig potatoes, but what do you know, Duan Lun? These potatoes are just for saving lives." Li Shimin scolded coldly.

I don't know how wronged I feel.

He signed an IOU of 510,000 yuan to Zhao Chen, although the name signed was not his own.

But he had no choice but to do it.

Because of those potatoes, he was rejected by Zhao Chen and laughed at by Zhao Chen.

He recognized all of this.

Who made him the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who had to take care of the life and death of the people in the world.

But what about these people in the court?

On the surface, he is very busy.

In fact, it's useless.

It's not up to the emperor to find a solution.

Forget it, I have worked so hard, but these guys are still pointing at me and scolding me.

No matter how good-tempered he was, Li Shimin felt that he had had enough.

"Help?" Duan Lun was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Can a few potatoes save the lives of millions of people in Chen and Qianzhou?"

"You know shit." Li Shimin cursed again.

"Do you know how many potatoes there are?"

"One thousand acres of land, three million catties of potatoes." Li Shimin reported two figures.

"Tsk—" Duan Lun sneered.

Who would believe that one thousand acres of land can produce three million kilograms of potatoes.

What kind of potato has such a high yield?

The emperor's lies have reached a state of madness.

"What are you talking about, Your Majesty? What kind of potatoes can produce three thousand kilograms from one acre of land? How is that possible!"

"Your Majesty must be confused. He made up this number."

"Yes, there was a rice yield of three thousand catties per mu before, which has refreshed my understanding. How can there be another potato yield of three thousand catties per mu?"

"Is it true that your Majesty, as Duan Shangshu said, something went wrong here?"

"Don't talk nonsense, do you also want to be beaten by His Majesty?"

Li Shimin's announcement of the potato yield not only did not shock the officials, but they felt that the emperor was talking nonsense.

Some people even think that Duan Lun is right.

The emperor's mind was indeed broken.

Li Shimin is really going crazy now.

"I'm not kidding, I..."

"Your Majesty, there is news from the Minister of Rites that the potatoes in Wannian County have been harvested, totaling 3,253,429 jins."

"Master Shangshu asked if these potatoes should be immediately transferred to Chen and Qianzhou to prepare for disaster relief."

Before Li Shimin finished speaking, an official from the Ministry of Rites ran in from outside and spoke to Li Shimin.

"Minister of Rites?" Fang Xuanling looked around, and sure enough, Li Xiaogong was nowhere to be seen.

"He said that more than three million kilograms of potatoes were dug out in Wannian County?"

"it seems to be like this?"

"Is your Majesty just telling the truth?"

"probably."

The words of the official of the Ministry of Rites were heard by everyone present.

But it was still hard for them to believe that what the emperor just said was actually true.

One thousand acres of land can produce more than three million kilograms of potatoes?

Isn't this a joke to them?

If this is possible, then they still need to worry about lack of food in the future?

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, what you just said is true!" Fang Xuanling asked Li Shimin with a look of shock.

"Humph, am I interested in lying to you?" Li Shimin snorted coldly.

But my heart felt a lot more relaxed.

If this news had come later, he would really be regarded as a madman today.

Fortunately.

Came in time.

"Your Majesty, what you mean is that potatoes can produce more than three thousand kilograms per mu?" Fang Xuanling asked again.

He still found it hard to believe the news.

Zhao Chen had already produced three thousand kilograms of rice per mu before, which had refreshed their understanding.

Now, there is actually a potato with a yield of more than 3,000 kilograms per acre?

"Let me say it again, I went to Wannian County to dig potatoes, but these potatoes can sustain the people of Chen and Qianzhou until the summer grain is put into the warehouse."

"I am more worried about the people of Chen and Qianzhou than any of you." Li Shimin returned to his seat and sat down with a golden sword.

Duan Lun didn't know what to say at this moment.

The potatoes that the emperor went to dig could yield more than three thousand kilograms per mu?

The potatoes that the emperor went to dig were to help the people of Chen and Qianzhou to survive the famine period.

The emperor himself went to the ground, but they were sitting here talking rudely.

For a moment, Duan Lun had mixed feelings in his heart.

I don't know what it feels like.

He felt that he was the one with a brain problem.

"Your Majesty, I deserve to die. I have wronged Your Majesty. Please deal with it. I will never complain at all!" Duan Lun knelt down on the ground and said to Li Shimin.