Remove the two largest pieces of sweet potatoes, and the remaining three pieces of sweet potatoes, each weighing no more than a pound at most.

At the scene, there were dozens of people who came from the yamen of various ministries and departments of the imperial court.

It’s not even enough to fill the gap between your teeth!

Zhu Yunxi has already given clear instructions.

The royal family doesn't care about food today, so you should all go back to your homes and find your own mothers.

However, this sweet potato has the reputation of producing twenty dan per mu.

Now we have the opportunity to taste the taste of sweet potatoes first. No one wants to miss this opportunity and become the third person in the Ming Dynasty to taste sweet potatoes besides His Majesty the Emperor, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Grand Sun.

Looking back in the history books, I have to write it down.

In the twenty-seventh year of Hongwu, the emperor, Dong Gong, his grandson, and court officials tasted sweet potatoes for the first time.

This is something to leave a name in history with the emperor.

So, without any discussion, everyone present turned their heads in tacit agreement, looking at the sky, the ground, and the air.

"Ah! Yuan Jianzheng!"

"It's okay, it's okay. I need to trouble you to take us around the sweet potato field."

"Yes, yes, please correct me, Inspector Yuan."

"Look at these sweet potatoes, how festive and juicy they look!"

"It looks like a good seedling at first glance."

"Go back and grow a sweet potato weighing ten or eight pounds!"

Yuan Sutai: "..."

"Hey, isn't that a cotton field over there?"

"Although I work in the Ministry of War and have sent numerous cotton armors to Peking in the past two years, I have never seen how cotton grows."

"Is there rice over there? Can you guys go take a look?"

"Let's go together!"

"I don't know what the fish in Lake Qian and Lake Biwa are like."

"I guess there are fishing poles and hooks here at Yuan Jianzheng's side. We have received a reward from His Majesty today, so we can rest for a long time and go back to being men by the lake."

Yuan Sutai: "..."

"A bunch of old people who don't know how to fix things and don't waste money on their stuff!"

Under the arbor next to the sweet potato field, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but cursed when he looked at the officials who were clinging to the Shanglinyuan Supervisor in front of him and refused to leave, and who found excuses to skip work.

Then, the old man looked at his eldest grandson with a troubled expression and said, blinking at these shameless officials: "This... you kid caused this..."

The old man could no longer say the rest.

Zhu Yunxi nodded with a growl: "My grandson has taken care of everything he caused."

Zhu Biao kicked him from the side.

The prince’s legs and feet are indeed becoming more and more stable now!

"Hurry up and do it!"

Zhu Yunxi pursed his lips and immediately greeted him: "Sun Cheng, go to the yamen of Shanglinyuan Supervisor in front and get some rice, as well as pots and pans of firewood."

Sun Cheng, who was far away, immediately took orders and led people to the Yamen.

Zhu Yunxi shouted again: "Weizhe, come here and help!"

After giving the instructions, Zhu Yunxi collected the two largest pieces of sweet potatoes. They were reserved for future planting, just in case, but they should never be eaten.

The remaining three.

Zhu Yunxi also thought of a good way.

Roasted sweet potatoes!

This is the best way for the old man to taste the taste of sweet potatoes.

The biggest piece among the three was reserved for the old man to bake and eat.

The remaining two...

Cut it into pieces the size of a fingernail, mix it with rice and cook a pot of porridge, which is enough to deal with those shameless courtiers.

Sun Cheng quickly rushed back with people carrying pots and pans, not forgetting to bring two buckets of water with him.

"Cut it carefully, deal with those people, and give them a satisfying meal."

Tying the apron around Xia Yuanji's waist, Zhu Yunxi looked at the group of courtiers who were going to see the sweet potato fields, cotton, rice, and fishing at the lake, and murmured twice.

Xia Yuanji also hummed, washed two pieces of sweet potatoes, and began to cut them.

Zhu Yunxi glanced at the unpeeled sweet potato, which had turned into pieces as big as his little finger under Xia Yuanji's hands. He smiled happily, said nothing, and turned around.

Make a small pile of earth lumps, put charcoal and firewood in the middle, light a fire and wait until the fire goes out and the firewood turns into bright red charcoal, then you can throw the sweet potatoes in and bury it.

When everyone is busy with something.

Under the pergola, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao sat directly on the ground.

Looking at his eldest grandson who was busy lighting the fire right in front of him, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and whispered softly: "Biao'er."

Zhu Biao, who was sitting next to the old man, trembled slightly.

With a complicated look in Zhu Biao's eyes, he turned to look at the old man: "Father?"

Zhu Yuanzhang pointed at Zhu Yunxi, who had just taken a puff of black smoke, and said in a low voice: "Do you think there is really something in this world that can produce twenty dan per month?"

Zhu Biao breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

Then a smile appeared on his face and he said: "One plant weighs one hundred and thirty liang. Even if it is not adapted to the climate, it should weigh more than ten stones."

Maybe my daily walking route can be placed here at Shanglinyuan Prison.

Zhu Biao looked at the field covered with sweet potato vines in front of him, thinking silently in his heart.

Finally, I did not forget to look at the old man beside me calmly.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face was solemn at this moment, with a look of deep sadness.

After a slight sigh.

Zhu Yuanzhang murmured in a low voice: "There are so many. One acre of land can yield a harvest of more than ten or twenty dan."

Zhu Biao echoed in a low voice: "Yes, the people can finally have enough to eat."

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head, then opened his eyes and growled: "Why didn't there be such a thing in the world in the first place? Why didn't there be sweet potatoes in the first place!"

I can't take this anymore.

Zhu Biao closed his mouth silently, and his expression became a little sad.

The founding of the Ming Dynasty was not easy, this is something everyone knows.

Zhu Yuanzhang was immersed in grief. After a long time, he gradually calmed down, and then his eyes gradually became sharp: "Now, we have sweet potatoes. We don't want twenty stones. As long as we can have ten stones, we will never let Ming Dynasty have another

I will starve to death!”

"grass!"

"Xia Weizhe, come here quickly and help!"

"Why did this spark come all over us today!"

In front, a burst of thick smoke rose, the burning flame was extinguished, and a cloud of sparks rose up. The face of the provocative Zhu Yunxi was covered in black and red.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! While Zhu Yunxi was busy getting up, patting the sparks on his body, he also did not forget to greet the sweet potatoes that had been cut into pieces and were ready to be cooked with rice to make porridge. Xia Yuanji.

It looked like chaos.

Zhu Yuanzhang stared blankly at his silly eldest grandson, and suddenly laughed with tears in his eyes.

"This bastard! What are you doing by running down the windshield!"

Zhu Biao also chuckled along with him and said: "You also said that he has calmed down since he came back from Jiaozhi Road, but he still looks careless."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes narrowed: "Look back and set the wedding date for this bastard as soon as possible!"

Zhu Biao naturally agreed with a smile.

The old man wants to hold his great-great-grandson, but he doesn't want to hold his grandson.

Zhu Yuanzhang had already stood up at this time, waved to Zhu Yunxi who was jumping around the fire and shouted: "You stinky boy, get here!"

"Huh? Huh?" Zhu Yunxi, who was still spitting out ashes from his mouth, turned around and saw the old man staring at him, waving to him, and he immediately exposed his white face against his black face. Big Ya: "My grandson will be here soon."

Bang bang bang.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood under the pergola, with a smile on his face and reached out to pat the dust off Zhu Yunxi's body. He did not forget to scold him: "You stinky boy, you don't know how to stand upstream and find ashes for yourself."

Zhu Yunxi stretched out his hand to wipe his irritated face, and said extremely depressed: "My grandson has found an outlet, but who knows what happened today, there is no outlet!"
To be continued...