Those potato seeds that traveled thousands of miles across the ocean and were carefully cared for by the old man finally bloomed in autumn under the scorching sun of midsummer after countless irrigations.
In sight, the green leaves are low and connected together. The wind blows, and the neat swaying echoes the wheat fields in the distance.
Zhu Yunxi stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the sweet potato seedlings on the sloping fields, with a bit of joy and relief in his eyes.
The expansion of territory, the plentiful treasury, the sailing thousands of miles, and the strong soldiers who have fought in hundreds of battles are all not worth it, and they are not worth the achievements of making this world a little less famine-stricken.
And around him, the courtiers who came here with him to Zhuangzi were all staring blankly at the broken fields in the distance, with some bewilderment and fear in their eyes.
That expression is like...just like a wanderer who has been wandering for a long time, standing in front of a familiar yet unfamiliar street in his hometown, feeling an uncontrollable sadness and joy in his heart.
"Long live my Lord!"
Zhang Baotian, the head of the farm who was appointed by the old man, still looked like a simple and honest farmer. He stood beside Zhu Yunxi with his waist bent and said, "I used to say that this sweet potato can yield dozens of dan per mu. I still don't believe it."
"But a few days ago, I turned over the rhizome under the leaves, and I'm afraid tens of stones were still missing!"
"It should be dozens of stones larger! Oh my God, I have been cultivating the land all my life, but I have never seen such a well-maintained land that can produce so many crops! Our Ming Dynasty really brought blessings to the people!"
After his words fell, Zhu Yunxi had not yet spoken.
Over there, the old minister Ling Han, with his white hair flying, stared and said loudly, "Seriously?" He gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to tell a lie, I will fall into the ground!"
"Hey!" Zhang Baotian took a few steps back in fear, "The Supreme Emperor is watching you every day, who dares to tell lies!"
"Auspiciousness descends from heaven!"
"God has given me a fine seed from the Ming Dynasty!"
Suddenly, several civil servants nearby, including Hou Yong, Baozhao, Ru Yu, Yan Zhenzhi, Xia Shu and others, let out a yelp, threw off their legs and ran towards the slope field.
As if he was running in a hurry, Xia Shu, the dignified minister of the Ministry of Rites, suddenly fell down and was bitten. Before he could stand up, he was stepped down again by Ling Han behind him.
They are all civil servants, and they are all civil servants who pay most attention to their appearance and appearance. But at this moment, they are like dogs that have seen bones, running with wind in them.
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With a whoop, several ministers rushed directly to the sloped fields, then stuck out their buttocks and started digging with their hands, regardless of the dirt on their official hats.
"Are you eating this? Are you eating this?" the old man Ling Han shouted while grabbing a bunch of immature potato roots.
As he spoke, he stuffed it into his mouth without waiting for anyone else to reply.
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"Only those who have been killed by the mother-in-law will be killed!"
A sudden thunderous curse made the ecstatic civil servants pause.
Immediately afterwards, I saw Wuding Marquis Guo Ying in the lead, followed by Jingchuan Marquis Cao Zhen, Dongguan Bo He Rong and other ferocious-looking old assassins. These old assassins were different from usual. They were all wearing coarse peasant clothes and had their hands
There was still a lot of soil on it, and it looked like it had just been working in the fields.
"What are you doing?" Cao Zhen yelled and took a few steps forward.
But then he stopped immediately, took off his shoes and knocked the soil on them into the field. After putting them on, he looked at the civil servants and said coldly, "Oh my god, the good seedlings haven't grown yet, why don't you give me a
What are you doing here? Why are your hands so weak? If your hands are itchy, go back and dig your ancestral graves!"
"Idiot Cao, who are you talking to?" Ling Han was not to be outdone, holding up the Hongshu and also yelling.
Then, he suddenly understood something, and immediately opened his hands like an old hen protecting his chicks, blocking the sloping field.
"What are you doing? Don't come over!"
The distinguished officials were stunned, but the civil servants had already understood, and linked their arms in an unusually tacit understanding, blocking the path in the field.
"This is the auspiciousness of the Ming Dynasty and the blessing of the people of the world. You nobles and nobles must not have any delusions!" Hou Yong shouted loudly with his beard raised.
"You princes! There are other places to go hunting and have fun. You must never come here!" Ru Yu had just been transferred to the position of Minister of the Ministry of War, so he was quite polite to these old dishes.
"Hahaha!" Cao Zhen laughed.
"Hehe!" Guo Ying laughed.
"Haha, hahaha!" He Rong, Zhu Shou, Zhang Yi and others all laughed.
They laughed so hard that the civil servants were confused, and then their pupils suddenly dilated.
A familiar figure, carrying a basket on his back, walked carefully across the field from the other side.
"Lan... Lan Jade..." The civil servants felt like they had seen a ghost.
They had only seen the majestic general and the arrogant and domineering Duke of Liang. How had they ever seen Lan Yu, who was wearing peasant clothes and working the fields?
"You plagued scholars!" Cao Zhen jumped to his feet and scolded, "Now do you know that there is such a treasure in the world? Let me tell you, these sweet potatoes all over the mountains and plains are caused by the grandfather following the old emperor. The next day...
.....It is planted one by one!"
"How many years has it been since I, Cao Zhen, did any crop work? These days I have been following the old prince, serving these sweet potatoes. Let me tell you, I have never been so filial to my father!"
"Didn't your father die long ago?" Guo Ying asked sideways.
Cao Zhen stared, "Guo Laosi..."
"Okay!" Lan Yu shouted in the field, "Have you finished today's work? Have you filled it with manure? Damn it, a message has been sent from the palace, and the old man will come to check it out in the middle of the night!"
"Look at this kid!" Cao Zhen immediately smiled at Guo Ying and said, "He was born to be a tenant!"
Lan Yu looked up from the ground, "If you have the guts, say it again?"
Cao Zhen smiled and said, "Don't say good things twice!"
With that said, he walked up to Ling Han, grabbed a bunch of immature potatoes from his hand, and carefully planted them in. His movements were as gentle as if he were sleeping with a woman for the first time.
At this time, I saw Zhu Yunxi and Li Jinglong walking along the path to the slope field.
Hou Yong immediately said, "Your Majesty, since there is auspiciousness coming from heaven, why don't you tell me about it?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, keeping this thing in the Royal Villa is a waste of natural resources. It is the right way to promote it to the world!" Baozhao also said.
"Don't be impatient!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "Don't rush to promote it. After all, it is an exotic crop. It is best to have accurate confidence in its habits and yield. Otherwise, if you don't know three things about the promotion, it will be harmful.
farmer!"
After saying that, he smiled at Hou Yong and said, "I didn't mean to hide it from you! When the old man found out about this thing, he felt like he had found a treasure. He said that he would personally watch this thing mature and have a good harvest. To tell you the truth, if I hadn't let it slip today, I would have done it anyway.
I won’t tell you until after the harvest!”
"Your Majesty, is it really possible to produce tens of dan per mu?" Hou Yong's voice trembled. "If it is possible to produce such a yield per mu, can we ask for your permission to try planting in Henan first?" He almost shed tears as he spoke, "Especially in the Yellow River.
Along the coast, the people are suffering!"
"Why should we give it to Henan first?" The minister shouted loudly, "Just because you have served as an official in Henan? The people in Henan are suffering, but the people in Shanxi will have a better life? Your Majesty, the land in Shanxi is so barren...
..."
"I am from Hunan..."
"Shaanxi is not a great Ming Dynasty?"
A group of civil servants immediately started to quarrel because they were trying to plant seeds there first.
As long as these civil servants can do something that can benefit their hometown, they will fight for their heads and shed blood.