As the prince, during his internship in Liaodong, Zhu Cunqu had to write a letter every ten days to let the emperor know what he was doing and what he had done.

Taking the initiative to report was to leave an impression in the emperor's mind so that he would not be forgotten after staying in Shenyang for a long time.

Sometimes, Zhu Cunqu is also indignant.

In the three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, there had never been a prince who was as aggrieved as him.

After finishing the three hundred words of narration, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Opening the emperor's private message from Beijing, he said:

Liaodong and other places are rich in corn, wheat grains, etc., which can supply the capital with two to three million shi, but they can only provide enough food and clothing...

"What's good for sugar cane? What's good for tea? What's good for cotton? Among the people, we need to inquire one by one to understand the people's sentiments. If the farmers are prosperous, the people will be safe, and the Ming Dynasty will naturally be prosperous for thousands of years..."

After reading the letter, the charcoal stove under his feet felt a little cold.

My father felt the same as him and thought about it together.

He immediately crumpled the letter he had just written into a ball, unfolded the paper again, and began to consider it.

"That's all, I'll go and visit tomorrow. I'll stay in the government office all day. How can I have any ideas?"

"Master, my mother later wrote and asked us to go back during the New Year."

The Crown Princess came over and said in a low voice with persuasion.

"Okay." Zhu Cunqu's heart moved.

He suddenly remembered that he had met a country doctor before, and he said that in the North, cold weather affects fertility.

Especially when people from the south move north, they are not accustomed to the local environment.

If I go back to Beijing, I might be able to plant some.

"You clean up, and we will return to the capital in two days."

Zhu Cunqu shook his jade hand and gave instructions.

At night, he stayed with his concubine, Mrs. Liu.

Thinking about the farming in Liaodong, he went to the people early in the morning to inspect the benefits of farming.

"Drink!"

The princess sat upright and whispered softly.

"Yes!" With a soft response, Ms. Liu looked at the yellow-black soup and couldn't help but hold her nose and drink it.

"Don't worry, I understand my sister and have added sugar."

The Crown Princess then smiled, then took her hand and explained: "In another year and a half, I will let it go. My sister will definitely be taken care of by then."

After saying that, she pulled her to sit down, and then the Crown Princess continued to comfort her: "I heard that my sister has a young brother at home?"

"Yes." Mrs. Liu knew that this was a favor and replied in a low voice: "He doesn't like reading and likes to show off his swords and guns."

"In this way, if it is difficult to pass the martial arts examination, you can go to the martial arts hall. When the time comes, you can go to the Guards Department or join the army. It will be very convenient."

Mrs. Liu was shocked. The martial arts hall was a place for nobles and military attachés to train, and ordinary martial arts scholars also had to enter.

Once you join, although you can't compare to Wu Jinshi, you will be a second-class guard of the seventh grade, but the third-class guard of the eighth grade is also something that many people can't hope for.

Once they are sent out, they will be the patrol battalion at the local level, and the deputy battalion at the Beijing camp and border army.

It is simply beyond the reach of ordinary people, but for the Crown Princess, it is just within reach.

Apart from her status as a crown princess, she is still the daughter of Zeng Ying, Marquis of Dongchang, and belongs to the top echelons of power. What does a quota in the martial arts hall count for?

"Thank you for your grace."

"Outside the palace, please call me Madam!"

The Crown Princess chuckled.

After Mrs. Liu went out, the Crown Princess sighed.

"The prince has been married for nearly two years, and if he still has nothing to do, I'm afraid even my mother will not be able to spare me..."

"Are you talking about returning to Beijing this time?"

The old palace maid who was waiting on the side frowned: "My Lady, are you saying that we should summon an army to investigate the crime?"

"Of course."

The Crown Princess's eyes were blank as she said, "Dongchang has so many spies in the palace, how could the emperor and the empress not be clear about it?"

"Before, it could be said that I was seeking a legitimate son, but now I'm afraid I won't be able to do so. Although the prince's status is stable, heirs are also important."

"That's all, after the New Year, I'll let it go!"

"Your Majesty, when we arrive in Liaodong again, the Queen will have nothing to do..." the palace maid said softly.

The Crown Princess looked a little hesitant.

But in the end, she still strengthened her confidence: "There is a direct descendant, but there is no direct descendant. In fact, my son is not the eldest son, but his position cannot be escaped."

In this way, Prince Zhu Cunqu, who was thirty miles out of the city, arrived at a village.

There is no village, only 180 households, and children are not afraid of the cold, playing in the snow.

The most impressive thing is the hills made of straw, which are the main fuel for people to keep warm in winter.

Of course, due to the sparse population in Liaodong, there are still some forests left, enough for ordinary people to pick up disturbed wood.

Unlike Guan Nei, the areas around cities and villages are just bare with no dead grass.

Facing the young master passing by, the village was very welcoming and the food they served was quite high quality.

At the village chief's house, there is a pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms, pickles, and a pot of wine.

"This is good corn wine."

The village chief smiled and got on the kang, pointed to the yellow wine and said: "People in the city like to drink rice wine. In the countryside, we can only make wine from corn, and the taste is not bad."

Zhu Cunqu took a sip and found that the taste was coarse and not as good as wine brewed from refined grains.

But for the countryside, this farmhouse wax wine, no matter how turbid it is, is still excellent. After all, it costs nothing.

"My father-in-law, besides growing corn, what else do we grow in our village?"

"Like those sweet potatoes, we also grow wheat, and there are some irrigated fields where we grow rice. The price of rice is high——"

The old man rambled on, and after two sips of wine, he couldn't stop.

Corn is indiscriminate of land and prefers warm temperatures, so it is planted in large quantities in Liaodong, and the yield can reach about three hundred catties, with four hundred catties being the peak.

The biggest reason why people in the countryside like corn is the straw.

The straw can be used as feed for cattle, and can also be used as fuel for heating and cooking.

Whether it is wheat or rice, its straw is much smaller than that of corn.

"I'm telling you, we couldn't afford a cow, so we got two pigs. We feed them some swill and sticks on weekdays, and they grow fat and strong..."

The old man said proudly that he had to take Zhu Cunqu to see the pigs in the end.

Zhu Yiqu couldn't laugh or cry.

In Liaodong, the land is fertile and the land is vast and sparsely populated, so that the people's burden is light and they can barely feed themselves and even raise pigs.

This is unimaginable to the people in Guan.

Even if there is only one harvest a year, the nearly two million people in Liaodong can save a large amount of surplus grain.

And grain can be used to make wine.

"One pound of wine brewed outside the Pass will produce one pound more grain within the Pass."

Zhu Cunqu's eyes lit up and he thought of a way to enrich the people of Liaodong.

This is a good thing that benefits the country and the people.

Even further, he thought that he could send people to open a wine shop. With the prince's background and connections, wouldn't it be easy to make money?

Although the expenses of the Prince's Mansion are all paid for with internal funds, everyone wants to have private money.

In this way, no matter what you do, it will be particularly convenient.

…

"The prince is back -"

After half a month's journey by land, the prince's family returned to the capital from Liaodong.

The government and the public have been waiting for the prince who has disappeared for many days.

The senior officials in the eight departments of the cabinet were naturally aware of the whereabouts of the Crown Princess, but the majority of middle and lower-level officials had only a partial understanding of the whereabouts of the Crown Princess. They only knew that the Crown Princess had gone to practice.

Now that the prince had just returned to the capital that loved him, countless carriages and horses stopped at the East Palace, and the imperial ladies lined up to see the prince.

As always, the emperor received the third son, the future successor of the Ming Dynasty.

He hadn't seen her for many days, and a trace of longing lingered in his heart, but when he returned again, the emperor felt a little awkward again.
To be continued...