The more anxious the old man becomes, the more afraid Xie Jinzhong becomes.
A commoner suddenly saw two generations of emperors so close at hand that he couldn't even express a thousand words in his heart.
"Grandpa Huang, don't worry!" Zhu Yunxi said to Xie Jinzhong, "What you donate is related to the national economy and people's livelihood. Grandpa Huang and I have something to ask you. Please speak slowly!" After that, he said to Wang Sha, "Give him water!"
Wang Shai brought tea, and the tea cup and bowl trembled in Xie Jinzhong's hands.
"Let me ask you!" The old man was impatient and continued, "You said this thing can produce dozens of stones per mu. Did you really see it with your own eyes or what? Just tell us how much it can produce per mu. Don't take your word for it!"
Pitter patter, Xie Jinzhong was still shaking and couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Damn it!" The old man scratched his head with his big hands, "Pu Bucheng!"
"The slave is here!" Pu Bucheng agreed and stepped forward with his sleeves rolled up.
Suddenly he raised his hand and slapped his forehand and backhand four times. Xie Jinzhong was so stunned that he fell to the ground with stars in his eyes and blood flowing out.
"The Emperor is asking you a question!" Pu Bucheng gritted his teeth, "If you don't speak properly, I will kill your whole family!"
"What are you...?" Zhu Yunxi frowned, very dissatisfied, "Why did you hit him?"
Before Pu Bucheng could speak, Xie Jinzhong, who had been slapped so hard in the mouth, suddenly turned over and knelt down, shouting, "Common man Xie Jinzhong, long live my emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor!"
The old man smiled and said to Zhu Yunxi, "Look, it's so smooth!"
Xie Jinzhong was speechless just now. The sudden ecstasy and panic were intertwined, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment. After being slapped by Pu Bucheng, and stimulated by the severe pain, his heart became clear.
"Don't live long! Let me ask you, can this thing really produce tens of dan per hour?" the old man asked.
"Go back to the Supreme Emperor!" Xie Jinzhong said still with some fear, "It's absolutely true!" He said with courage, "The common people have Zhuangzi in Luzon, but they don't take care of them very carefully. This thing just keeps growing. The common people Those natives in Zhuangzi dig in the soil when they are hungry, but they can’t eat enough!”
"What the common people said is absolutely true, not a single lie!"
"If you tell a lie, the common people will drown when they go out!"
The old man's expression became solemn again, and he looked at the half-cut sweet potato in his hand, "Is that the half-cut?"
Zhang Dabiao immediately said, "Back to the old emperor, I obtained hundreds of kilograms of these sweet potatoes from Xie Jinzhong's ship and brought them all into the palace. They are now being placed at the guard's office!"
"Sweet potato?" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "Who named it?"
"Go back to the emperor!" Zhang Dabiao shouted, "I just called it casually. In the past few days during the return voyage, I steamed it several times on the ship and ate it. It tasted like taro, with a sweet taste, so I called it casually. sweet potato!"
"Have you eaten?" The old man suddenly squinted his eyes and had a bad look on his face, "We didn't eat first, so you ate it? Where the hell did you eat it? Who told you to eat it? You know this thing is rare, how dare you eat it?"
Zhang Dabiao suddenly felt like sifting through chaff, "I deserve to die..."
"Send the message and ask the guards to bring those sweet potatoes in!" Zhu Yunxi changed the subject.
The old man is a man who regards food as his life. When he learned that the yield of sweet potato is tens of dan per acre, he already regarded it as a treasure. When Zhang Dabiao said he ate some, the old man felt distressed for some reason!
Suddenly, Xie Jinzhongfu was moved and said, "Your Majesty, although this food is vulgar, it is sweet in the mouth. If you don't mind it, you can order someone to steam it and try it!"
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Hundreds of kilograms of sweet potatoes were packed in wooden frames and carried in. The old man could not move his eyes away. The sweet potatoes at this time were far less fat than those in later generations, only the size of radish. And the skin was not so bright red, and
It's slightly gray.
"Sweet potatoes! Sweet potatoes!" The old man looked at the sweet potatoes and circled them around the wooden basket.
Zhu Yunxi looked at the old man quietly and said nothing.
God took pity on the Ming Dynasty, and also took pity on the old man. During his lifetime, he saw that the people of the Ming Dynasty had more food to satisfy their hunger.
The palace immediately set up several large pots, and Pu Bucheng led the palace servants to carefully wash the sweet potatoes several times with water and then put them in the steamer.
"Wait a minute!" When he was about to open the lid and light the fire, the old man suddenly shouted and kicked up. Pu Bucheng flew out with a somersault, and the old man said loudly, "Who told you to steam so much and waste things!
"
As he said that, he took out all the sweet potatoes from the pot with his own hands and said loudly, "Steam two... no, just steam one. Dasun and I will each take half!"
Take a large pot and steam a sweet potato in it.
The two men stood in front of the pot, watching eagerly.
The hall was silent except for the faint sound of the hourglass.
After a while, the aroma of sweet potatoes began to fill the air.
"Smells!" the old man said, "it smells sweet!"
With that said, he turned to Xie Jinzhong and said, "If you can really produce tens of dan per acre, your contribution to the country will be beneficial to the future!"
With one sentence, Xie Jinzhong was ecstatic, and at the same time he became more courageous. He smiled and said, "Your Majesty, although this thing is vulgar, it is full of treasures. It is easy to feed. You can plant it by taking the vines."
"The leaves of rice seedlings can be eaten, and pigs can eat them as well. People who raise pigs in their homes usually use sweet potato leaves..."
As he said this, he suddenly became alert and knelt down with a thud, trembling.
The emperor's surname is Zhu, and he has violated the taboo of beheading.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Yunxi and the old man didn't take it seriously at all. Just because his surname was Zhu, people in the world were not allowed to talk about pigs. What's the point?
"Okay!" The fragrance was getting stronger and stronger, and the old man couldn't hold it any longer.
Then the lid of the pot was lifted, and the steam started to steam. The old man didn't care if it was hot, he just grabbed the sweet potato in his hand and broke it open with a single click.
"Grandson, come on, let's have a try!" Zhu Yunxi heard the words seriously, and the old man's voice was a little nervous.
The hot sweet potato is in my hand, so familiar yet so strange.
Zhu Yunxi took a shallow bite, and a sweet feeling spread in his mouth. Although it was not as sweet as later generations, it was still sweet.
Sweetness is the most happy taste in this era.
"How's it going?" the old man asked.
"Try it yourself!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
The old man took a small bite with his big mouth, and then his eyes lit up, then he stuffed the whole thing into his mouth and swallowed it in three or two gulps.
"Smells! It smells so damn good!" The old man was still a bit unsatisfied.
"Grandpa Huang, steam a few more!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
"No!" The old man looked at the sweet potatoes in the wooden frame. "No matter whether we can produce ten dan per mu or not, at least these sweet potatoes can give the people more food."
"We don't have this thing in Ming Dynasty. What we have in front of us are the sweet potato seeds of Ming Dynasty. The seeds are from Ming Dynasty. Neither of us can eat them casually! If we eat one more, Ming Dynasty will lose a piece of seed!"
As he said that, the old man suddenly remembered something, "Pu Bucheng!"
"The slave is here!"
"No one is allowed to touch these things except me and the emperor! Immediately, ask the Ministry of Industry to find some good crop growers to come in." The old man said loudly.
"Grandpa Huang, it's getting late, let's talk tomorrow!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
"No, we can't wait even a moment!" The old man said anxiously, "That, that, that, if there is any free space in the palace, ask people to plow it out for us immediately, fix the ridges, and I will personally lead people to plant these sweet potatoes!"
"Old man!" Pu Bucheng whispered, "There is only one-third of an acre of land planted by you in the palace, and there are gardens next to it..."
"Then go outside the city..." the old man said loudly, "go find land outside the city and find a village!"
"Slave, let's do it now!"
Suddenly, Deng Ping, the guard on the side, had his mind wandering and knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, my family has a village outside Dongling. The land is ready-made and is mature land, with several hundred acres. There are also several wells in the village, and
Close to the canal loop, there is no shortage of silt and fertilizer.”
"Okay!" the old man said loudly, "your village is for our use, I won't treat you badly!"
"Then Zhuangzi is now living with my brother-in-law. I will go and talk to him right away!" Deng Ping said loudly.
Suddenly, Zhu Yunxi felt dumbfounded.
"Emotional Li Jinglong's treasure-like offering to Zhuangzi was pried from my father-in-law's house!"
"Dasun, please tell me that Zhuangzi has sent us a heavy army, and no idlers are allowed to come near!" The old man said again, "Isn't this sweet potato easy to feed? We will plant it right away!"
"Grandpa Huang, my grandson thinks the name of sweet potato is not good!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
After saying that, he paused, picked up a sweet potato from the box, and continued to smile, "This thing was given by God to the people of the Ming Dynasty for food. Grandpa Huang wants to plant it himself, promote it to the world, and relieve the hunger of the people!"
"So, my grandson thinks that this thing should be renamed Hongshu. The sweet potato of Hongwu is Hongshu!"
The old man thought for a moment and smiled, "If we really have that much per acre, people all over the world will think of me well when they talk about us hundreds of years later, haha! Hongshu, Hongshu, is much more inspiring than the damn Feng Chan Taishan!"
"
As he said that, he looked at Xie Jinzhong who was kneeling and said, "You have merit, we will reward you with a title!"
"Give me a monkey?"
Xie Jinzhong secretly thought, "If you take the monkey that the Emperor has rewarded you with, I will treat it as your biological father!"
This chapter has been completed!