Ming Dynasty: Huddled in Beiping and became the county magistrate Chapter 237 Zhu Biao was awarded an officialLatest website: "Well!"
Guo An nodded slightly and said nothing.
Zhu Fu waited for a long time and found that Guo An was actually concentrating with his eyes closed. He couldn't help but get angry and asked, "Why is Guo Changshi silent?"
"Your Highness is still keeping this matter a secret and doesn't want too many people to know about it," Guo Andao said.
Zhu Fu blew his beard and glared in anger, "I am the chief historian of Prince Yan's palace, how can I be an outsider?"
"I didn't say you were an outsider!"
Guo An still looked indifferent, "Otherwise, His Highness would not allow you to go to the farm.
You will know when you get to the farm!"
"Guo Thief..."
Anyway, no matter how Zhu Fu asked, Guo An just kept silent.
Even when Zhu Fu scolded Guo An for being a thief, Guo An just smiled and didn't get angry at all. He was quite like a thief.
Zhu Fu was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
On the carriage ahead, Zhu Biao was amazed at the concrete road along the way.
Wait until everyone arrives at the farm.
The area around the farm has been heavily guarded, with two thousand armored and sharp Yanshan guards monitoring the farm within a radius of 20 miles.
Ding Shang, Guo Bingyong, Guo Zhi and others stood waiting at the farm gate.
"I respectfully welcome His Highness the Crown Prince and meet His Highness the King of Yan!"
"Everyone, please get up quickly!"
Ding Shang, Guo Bingyong, Guo Zhi and others all stood up quickly and looked at Zhu Biao with excitement.
The person in front of them, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, the future Emperor, actually wanted to personally inspect their farm and the rice they planted.
I feel a sense of pride in my heart!
Unfortunately, Zhu Biao was so impatient at this moment that he didn't bother to talk to Ding Shang, Guo Bingyong, Guo Zhi and others, so he walked straight inside.
Behind him, Zhu Di, Guo An and others quickly followed.
Soon, we arrived in front of the one hundred acres of rice.
Looking at the huge and plump rice ears in front of him, Zhu Biao was filled with excitement.
At the same time, Cao Zhen, Li Jinglong and others also recognized the differences between the large field of rice in front of them and those around them.
Zhu Fu stood in front of the good rice in a daze and looked at it carefully for a long time. Then he ran to the ordinary rice next door and looked at it for a long time...
After that, just stand in the middle of two different fields of rice.
Look left, look right...
After a while, he ran to Guo An again and asked with excitement: "Guo Changshi, has the good rice been successful?"
It seems that the person who just scolded Guo as a thief was not him!
"That's right!"
Guo An replied quietly.
Zhu Fu didn't mind Guo An's tone at all and continued to ask: "Guo Changshi, how much rice can these fine rice produce per acre?"
Guo Andao: "Forgot."
Zhu Fu's eyes widened: "..."
Of course, Zhu Biao's expression was not much better.
However, Zhu Biao did not run back and forth. He just looked around outside the good rice field and walked to the ordinary rice field aside to look at it for a while.
Finally, he walked up to Zhu Di with an excited face.
"Fourth, you have done a great thing for the people of Ming Dynasty! Just these one hundred acres of rice are a great achievement.
From now on, I don’t know how many people in Ming Dynasty will be able to have enough to eat because of your hundred acres of good rice!
I don’t know how many people will not starve to death because of these 100 acres of good rice...
These fine rice are the foundation of our Ming Dynasty and the cornerstone of our country..."
Zhu Di looked indifferent, "What the elder brother said is absolutely true. As long as Guo Bingyong and Guo Zhi are allowed to study for a few more years, maybe the yield of these fine rice can be increased!"
"How much more can it be improved?"
Zhu Biao was startled, then asked with surprise on his face.
Zhu Di reluctantly replied, "Brother, studying these fine rice is a long and meticulous work. As for how many years of research it will take and how much it can be improved, no one can guarantee it."
Hearing this, Guo An on the side breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Zhu Di listened to his words and did not exaggerate.
Zhu Biao nodded slightly, then couldn't help but look at the endless rice fields in the distance, "Fourth, can these rice be harvested?"
Zhu Di said: "These rice fields have become ripe in the past few days and are ready for harvesting. If my eldest brother doesn't come again, I will ask the farm veterans and guards to start harvesting!"
Zhu Biao's eyes lit up, "Well, let's start harvesting now. We want to see with our own eyes how much such huge rice can be produced per acre. We want to go back and explain it to Dad!"
"Listen to big brother!"
Zhu Di ordered to Tang Yun, Ding Shang and others on the side: "Arrange people quickly to harvest the rice!
The fine rice and the ordinary rice beside it are also harvested together!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Ding Shang and Tang Yun quickly responded.
Immediately, arrangements were made quickly.
Hundreds of veterans and generals, holding sickles, began to harvest rice.
Every soldier, general and veteran works very hard.
Not only did Zhu Biao want to know how much these good rice plants could produce per acre, but they, the veterans and generals, also wanted to know how much rice the remaining good rice plants could produce.
If it is the same as the one a few days ago, it will be enough to prove that their hard work in the past two years has not been in vain.
"Brother, it will take a long time to finish harvesting these rice crops. I'll go inside and rest for a while!"
After watching for a while, he noticed that Zhu Biao's forehead was dripping with sweat. Zhu Di frowned slightly, feeling a little distressed.
"No need!"
This time, Zhu Biao was very stubborn, "With so many veterans and generals harvesting rice, we must be able to harvest an acre of good rice soon. We have to see with our own eyes whether this acre of good rice can be harvested."