My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Chen Mo went into the room and took out two books titled "Key Points of High-Yield Crop Cultivation".

"This is something I found online last night and printed out. You can take it home and take a look."

Zhu Biao and Fusu nodded and clasped their hands in greeting.

"Thank you, Brother Chen."

Chen Mo smiled, looked at the grain seeds, pondered for a moment, and then looked at Zhu Biao and Fusu again.

"How about I take you guys to try it?"

Zhu Biao and Fu Su exchanged a glance. They wanted to refuse, but then they remembered what Chen Mo had said yesterday: "No investigation, no right to speak."

The two hesitated for a moment, then cupped their hands in greeting.

"Then I'll accept it without further ado."

"Haha, just you wait!"

Chen Mo turned and went into the kitchen. After a flurry of activity, a strange aroma wafted out of the kitchen.

Not long after, he came out carrying a large tray.

On the tray were a few simple items that exuded an enticing aroma of food.

A small plate of golden, glistening boiled corn on the cob, steaming hot.

Several roasted sweet potatoes, crispy on the outside and soft and glutinous on the inside, with a little sugar syrup seeping out.

A bowl of mashed potatoes sprinkled with fine salt and chopped scallions looks smooth and delicious.

"Come on, give it a try!"

Chen Mo placed the tray on the stone table in the courtyard, gesturing for the two to sit down.

Zhu Biao and Fusu exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise and anticipation in each other's eyes.

They picked up the food carefully.

Fusu picked up a corncob and took a bite, just like Chen Mo did.

The sweet juice and soft, chewy texture caught his eye.

"This stuff is so sweet! It has a unique flavor compared to millet!"

Zhu Biao scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes with a wooden spoon and put it in his mouth. The soft, salty and fragrant taste instantly won over his taste buds.

He looked at the mashed potatoes with some amazement and exclaimed in surprise.

"Despite such a high production volume, it's still possible to make it so delicate and flavorful."

Next, the two tried roasting sweet potatoes.

The sweet, honey-like taste and soft, cake-like texture brought an almost uncontrollable expression of satisfaction to the two princes, who were used to exquisite palace cuisine.

Zhu Biao was alright, but Fusu really couldn't help but admire him.

"Such sweet food exists in the world! If people could have this at every meal, why would they worry about looking pale and sickly?"

"Right? That's why I said these things are good stuff!"

Chen Mo smiled exceptionally brightly.

Suddenly, the hotel door opened, and the familiar bell rang again.

"Young Master Chen, has my shipment arrived yet?"

The person arrived before the voice.

Liu Che strode in with the imposing presence of a dragon, followed closely by Li Shimin.

Although he didn't speak, his gaze quickly swept across the entire courtyard, and when he saw those cardboard boxes, his eyes instantly lit up with undisguised surprise.

"Mr. Chen, these are..."

Li Shimin's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement, and his pace quickened involuntarily.

Liu Che was even faster; he rushed to the box, reached out and took one out, gently stroking it as if it were a priceless treasure.

"This is the walkie-talkie? Good! Good!"

Suddenly, the two smelled a delicious aroma. They glanced in the direction of the aroma and saw several dishes on the table that they had never seen before.

"Hmm? What is this?"

Li Shimin sniffed; the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes was quite novel to him.

Although Liu Che's mind was mostly on the walkie-talkie, he was also attracted by the fragrance and casually remarked.

"Chen Mo, what new and unusual food have you brought back this time?"

Chen Mo was busy helping the two unpack and sort out the numbers, and smiled without looking up.

"These are some homemade snacks. If Your Majesties are interested, you may wish to try them. It just so happens that Biao-ge and Fu-su are also sampling them."

"Fusu?"

Liu Che raised an eyebrow and gave Fusu a meaningful look.

Hmph!

I'll send the document over myself later!

Li Shimin, however, paid no attention to such details. Curious, he walked to the table, picked up a small roasted sweet potato, and took a bite.

The next moment, he paused slightly in his chewing motion, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing in his eyes.

"This...is actually so delicious?"

He couldn't resist taking another bite and savoring it.

Seeing that Li Shimin's reaction was quite good, Liu Che picked up a boiled corn cob with some skepticism and took a bite, imitating Chen Mo's demonstration.

The sweet juice and soft, chewy texture burst in your mouth.

"Hmm, it certainly has a unique flavor."

Liu Che nodded in agreement and then pointed to the bowl of mashed potatoes.

"What about that one?"

Chen Mo finally unpacked a walkie-talkie and answered questions while fiddling with it.

"That's mashed potatoes, made from potatoes. Try it, it's sprinkled with some salt and chopped green onions."

Although he didn't know what potatoes were, Li Shimin nodded and, without any hesitation, picked up a wooden spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

Instantly, a salty, savory, and creamy texture filled the entire mouth.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

Li Shimin nodded and commented.

At the same time, Liu Che also took a bite and nodded in agreement.

"It's really good."

Then, he looked at Chen Mo.

"I wonder how much of these things are produced? Could we possibly bring them to our Great Han?"

"How many are produced? Which one are you asking about?"

Chen Mo raised his head and asked deliberately.

Liu Che pondered for a moment, then pointed to the sweet potato that he thought tasted pretty good.

"How many can this be produced?"

Chen Mo glanced at the sweet potato and said casually.

"About ten or so shi (a unit of dry measure)."

"More than ten shi (a unit of dry measure), that's still... Huh???!!!"

Liu Che's expression froze instantly, and his voice suddenly rose, cracking sharply.

"You...you say that again?"

"How many stones?"

Liu Che suddenly took a step forward, almost touching Chen Mo's face, his eyes fixed intently on Chen Mo.

Li Shimin, who was holding half an ear of corn, trembled upon hearing this, and several golden kernels fell onto the stone table with a "plop".

He turned his head sharply to look at Chen Mo, his usually composed face filled with immense shock, and he even subconsciously held his breath.

A dozen or so bushels? This far exceeds the range of grain production he can comprehend!

Feeling the intense gazes of the two, Chen Mo spoke cautiously.

"A dozen or so bushels, or even twenty bushels if the land is fertile and properly maintained."

"Twenty shi?"

Liu Che murmured the number repeatedly.

He staggered back half a step, his gaze somewhat unfocused as he looked at the roasted sweet potato on the stone table, which he had taken a bite out of and which still exuded a sweet aroma.

This thing... this sweet and delicious thing... how come there's such a large production volume?

and many more!

Liu Che stared intently at the roasted sweet potato on the table that had been bitten a few times, his facial muscles twitching.

What a waste!

He was screaming wildly inside.

This divine gift from heaven is the foundation of the nation, yielding dozens of bushels per mu!

Unbelievable! It was actually roasted like that!

ate!