The word "crazy" is used very appropriately, it's really crazy.

Li Jinglong watched from a distance and planted the sloping fields full of potatoes. The emperor stood in the field with the arm of the Supreme Emperor. The civil and military officials around him seemed to be drunk at this moment, and were hoeing wildly in the field.

This scene is like...

"Is this because I have drunk fake wine or have arsenic in it?" Li Jinglong said in his heart.

Feng Sheng, Duke of Song, who usually needs someone to support him when walking, swung his hoe at this moment, just like he was digging his head during a war, and wielding his teeth violently.

Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan beside him, squatted in the ground like a wild dog digging a pit and flew with the soil. If he didn't know, he thought he was digging a grave for his father.

Civil officials are not much better, and even more so.

The old man Ling Han was like a fool, holding a bunch of Hongshu and smiling foolishly.

The Jinwu Guard Imperial Army, wearing silver armor, carried the load and transported the framed Hongshu to the scale, and then the farmer in charge of the record, stared at the wide eyes and counted, and the abacus beads were beaten to the ground.

The old man's loud voice was filled with great joy, "Dig it for us, dig it out, we want to see how many of them can be?"

Yes, both the monarch and the subject are crazy.

They are all crazy about the more food and less famine in the world.

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"Think about it, how much can acre of land produce?"

The old man's eyes stared at the abacus in the hand of the farmer. The hands of the few young officials were twitching like chicken claws, and the abacus beads were not even beaten smoothly.

"Reply to the Emperor!" a farmer said nervously, "The Hongshu sent to the acre of land just now is 936 kilograms, which is less than eight stones. If all these lands are counted, the average is about one thousand kilograms per acre, which is a little more than eight stones. This number minister calculated three times, and they were all counted after knocking out the soil."

One stone is also 120 kilograms, which is the weight of an adult man.

"So little?" Zhu Yunxiu was a little surprised. This seemed to be very different from the number he expected.

But if you think about it again, you will feel relieved. The high yield of sweet potatoes in later generations has been improved for many years and under modern agricultural cultivation.

"Bashi?" The old man's beard suddenly raised and he shouted, "It's a lot!"

As he said that, he pulled out one of the piles of red potatoes, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it a few times, sighing, "A mu of high-end paddy fields can produce only one stone. There are eight stones of these slopes and mountains. If it is promoted throughout the world, it will be great!"

"Besides, this is the first time we grow it. We don't know the habits of this thing, nor do we store good varieties. If we have a few years of variety, we will definitely grow better and produce more."

"In the Ming Dynasty, there are actually not many places that can be planted? Northwest Shaanxi, Gansu, Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and other places either have sand all year round or are full of mountains and valleys, and the lives of the people are hard."

"How many people can survive with such an extra portion of food?"

"What a fucking shitty martial arts. How can you eat enough to eat enough!"

Speaking of this, the old man used his big hand and cracked the Hongshu in his hand into two pieces, giving Zhu Yunxi half of it, "Big Sun, eat!"

Then he didn't wipe it, and even brought some soil to his mouth. He chewed it up like eating fresh fruit.

Zhu Yunxiu also took a hard bite. It was not very sweet and slightly astringent, but it could be eaten and not difficult to eat.

At the same time, a burst of pride surged in his heart.

He has always been cautious, for fear of doing things that exceed the ability of this era to bear, so that he puts the cart before the horse and turns bad things. Now, he has finally done something for this era.

It cannot be said that with Hongshu, there will be no hunger in the world. But at least, there will be more choices for people in the world. The strength of the country is to give the people more choices.

"The yield per mu is more than eight stones, one thousand kilograms?" Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan, came over, and looked at the half-pile of the Hongshen potato in Zhu Yunyu's hand with bright eyes. He swallowed his mouth and started counting with his fingers covered with soil, "One acre of land is one thousand kilograms, 365 days a year. If one person grows one acre, there are almost three kilograms to eat in a day."

"If one person grows two acres, one person will have six kilograms of food per day."

"So many?" He looked a little dull, "You can't starve to death!"

"Your damn fool Cao is so stupid!" The old man laughed and scolded, "How could he settle the score like this? Besides, this thing is not food after all, and it cannot be used as food."

"That's also food!" Cao Zhen said dazedly, "Food! Life-saving food! How can it be better than human flesh!"

"You are so disappointed!" The old man cursed and stuffed the remaining Hongshu into Cao Zhen's mouth.

Cao Zhen sniffed his cheeks and chewed heavily, vaguely, "Your Majesty, you're better than human flesh!"

"God gives great brightness and auspiciousness!"

Among the civil and military officials, I don’t know who took the lead, and then the sound of long live the mountains and fields was filled with the sound of life.

Xie Jinzhong, who brought Hongshu back to the Ming Dynasty, shouted, then danced and shouted to the people around him, "Sir, I brought Hongshu back, I brought him back! Oh!"

He was shouting, but he was pushed and fell into the soil.

"Go on the side!" The old minister Ling Han cursed, stepped over him, and shouted at the farmer's face with a red face, "Are all the methods of planting recorded?"

Several farm officials were so scared that they dared not speak because the old man looked like he wanted to eat people.

"The planting method of this thing is suitable for fertilization, how much fertilization is suitable, how to plant and how to cultivate seedlings, I hand it over to the Ministry of Revenue, one word is missing, I will make you unable to afford it."

Ling Han stared at her eyes, and suddenly his face changed again. He spoke to Zhu Yunxiu and the old man, "The Supreme Emperor, the emperor... is so happy. Eight stones and eight stones, these are eight stones. The old minister has seen the people change their sons and eat with his own eyes after chaotic times."

"With this thing... you two are living Bodhisattvas who save the people from water and fire!"

The old man has been in a life and has hardly said anything good to the king. This living Bodhisattva directly made the old man smile.

"I have ordered people to record the method of planting in detail, and I will copy and engrave it in detail to each province. I will ask each province to select farmers and cultivate it with all my heart. Because the four seasons of each place are different, planting in each place must also be recorded in detail!"

Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "This job will fall on the shoulders of the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works. I will leave my words here. This Hongshu has been the biggest event in the country in recent years!"

"The old minister volunteers to supervise it!" Ling Han shouted, "Your Majesty, I am old, maybe I will close my eyes one day. Please give me a grace to the old minister and let me supervise it. The old minister knows the farming affairs, so I will definitely be able to do it well!"

His words immediately made officials from the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works secretly unhappy.

If this old man hadn't been able to afford to offend him, they were afraid they would jump out on the spot.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." The old man spoke and looked around, "Where is Xie Jinzhong?"

"The villain is here!" Xie Jinzhong rolled over and crawled over.

"You brought this Hongshu back, and it ranked first!" The old man shouted, "We said before that we would like to reward you a marquis. Today..." As he said that, the old man looked at Zhu Yunxiu, "Grandson, what kind of marquis do you think you should reward him?"

Zhu Yunxiu thought about it and looked at Xie Jinzhong, "You are from Changle, Fujian, so I will grant you the Marquis of Changle County, and Yun's descendants hereditary generations. In addition, local officials compiled county annals to write down your achievements and built archways to highlight your achievements!"

"I, thank God!" Xie Jinzhong was already crazy.

Suddenly, smoke and dust filled the mountain, and the deafening sound of firecrackers echoed, deafening.

Li Jinglong smiled and carried a firecracker and ran quickly to Zhu Yunsheng and the old man, "Grand Emperor, the emperor, don't you let go of this happy day?"

"Let's come!" The old man laughed, "I'll make one ten thousand sounds, listen enough!"

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Chapter completed!