"Your Majesty, I think the area from the academy to the floating bridge is very good." Han Du doesn't care how old he is. If he doesn't take this opportunity to ruthlessly pull out a piece of meat from Lao Zhu's mouth, how long will it take? After this,
In the village, there is no such store.
"This piece of land is relatively desolate, and there are not many people living on it. It is also connected to the academy. If the emperor gives this land to the academy, I can build some pavilions and pavilions on it to cover up the workshops."
"You really dare to speak." Lao Zhu said with gritted teeth, "You also said that there are still people living up there, so how can I give it to you? If I give it to you, what will the people do?
"
"Your Majesty, there are only a dozen or so households in such a large piece of land." Han Du emphasized.
Lao Zhu didn't want to give it to Han Du anymore, so he immediately lowered his face and said: "A dozen households are common people, and they are also common people. I can't make the people displaced just because you want the land. You'd better find another place." .?
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Change? It’s impossible to change, not even in this life. How can you vomit out the fat you like again?
Han Du pondered for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, if I can properly resettle these dozen households and allow them to move out voluntarily, can your Majesty give this land to the academy?"
"Voluntarily move?" Lao Zhu suddenly laughed when he heard this. What the people value is that gold and silver are not as good as their own doghouses, and it is difficult to leave their homeland. They would rather die at home than choose to move. Han Du wants the people to voluntarily
Leave, how is this possible?
"Okay, if you can do it, I will agree to it. But if you can't do it, then don't try to get that land."
"It's a deal." Han Du agreed confidently.
Lao Zhu smiled and did not think that Han Du could persuade those people to leave. He raised his head and said to Lin Mo who was standing in the distance: "Since I have opened the mouth of gold, you have to make those ten thousand divine blunderbuss no matter what."
. However, due to some reasons, I allow you to build as much as you can, and the rest can be made up later."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will definitely live up to His Majesty's expectations." Lin Mo bowed to the Emperor in great surprise this time.
Lao Zhu stretched out his hand and signaled, asking the guards to take away all ten divine guns and bullets.
"Your Majesty, I would like to send you off to the Emperor." Lin Mo led the officials from the Arms Bureau and knelt down to send the Emperor off. Lin Mo was promoted from the eighth grade to the fifth grade in an instant, and he was promoted to five levels in a row. It can be said that he reached the sky in one step.
. He is now a minister of the Ordnance Bureau. From a fifth-grade Beijing official, he has the highest official position in the entire Ordnance Bureau except Han Du.
Lao Zhu left the Ordnance Bureau with the Divine Weapon, and instead of returning to the palace, he headed directly towards the academy.
He wanted to see what a machine that could carve lines on fine steel looked like.
When Lao Zhu came to the academy, the steam engine was still stopped and had not started. But since the emperor wanted to see it, Sun Xian naturally had nothing to say, so he and his students quickly started the steam engine.
When Lao Zhu saw the rifling machine starting to operate, he marveled at its ingenuity and watched the lines being carved on the fine steel. It was like carving on tofu. He couldn't help but say: "Iron is sharpened like clay.
Really cutting iron like clay”
Han Du smiled and explained: "Actually, this thing is not sharp. It is carved entirely by force. Only a steam engine can have this kind of power. If it were a human being, it would be impossible to do it."
Lao Zhu nodded subconsciously. He was able to use something that was not sharp to forcefully carve such deep marks on the fine steel. One can imagine how powerful this power was, and it was simply not something that humans could do.
"But this makes me feel relieved. Without a steam engine, even if they got the secret of the Divine Gun, they wouldn't be able to do it."
"That's right." Han Du replied calmly. Han Du still has this bit of confidence.
Lao Zhu turned his eyes to the steam engine and said with admiration: "It seems that this steam engine really has to be built."
As soon as the rubber arrives, Handu will be sure to find the complete steam engine. At that time, there will be no need to stop and replace the sealant after half a day of operation. At that time, it can continue to operate without stopping for a year.
It only needs to be replaced once every six months.
Two months ago, Jiang Ming had already set off for America again, and now he may have crossed the Japanese border. In any case, all he could do was wait for news about Jiang Ming.
Lin Mo continued to make fine steel pipes in the Ordnance Bureau, sent them to the academy, had rifling added, and then took them back to the Ordnance Bureau to make the Shenwei Gun.
Han Du just explained to Lin Mo and Sun Xian and then left them alone.
The new year begins and the new year passes.
When spring plowing was about to begin, Lao Zhu finally announced to the world the belated news that he had brought Han Du back to Qiliang.
When Han Du came back, no one knew what Han Du had brought back, except for the ministers and ministers of various ministries and the navy officers at that time.
As for the ministers and ministers of various ministries, they did not dare to talk nonsense about the matter because the emperor had not announced the news to the outside world.
Therefore, except for a very few people in the capital, no one knew the news about Qiliang.
Now that Lao Zhu suddenly exposed the news, it instantly aroused everyone's curiosity, but everyone's reactions were different.
The attitudes of the people are different. Some people believe in the emperor's will and think that the emperor will not joke with the people of the world when he opens his mouth. Moreover, it is such an important matter as food. "One acre of land can produce thirty shi of food.
If it is true, it would be a great blessing from the Emperor and a blessing to the people of the world."
"Yes, if one acre of land can really produce so much food, the people of that world will definitely no longer have to worry about hunger. Imagine when there has been such a day in all the dynasties over the past thousands of years?"
However, some people did not believe it at all, thinking that this was just a false auspicious sign created by the court, because such strange food was too difficult to believe.
"One acre produces thirty dan of grain. If you include the rice straw, I believe it!"
"Hahaha, can you eat enough rice straw?"
For a while, there were different opinions.
However, compared to the common people, all officials knew that this was true. There were many ministers and ministers who had seen the potato yield with their own eyes. With their evidence, naturally no official would doubt whether the news was true or false.
It is worth mentioning that Lao Zhu was addicted to naming. This time, he did not even ask Han Du at all, so he directly named Zhushu, potatoes as Zhuyao, and corn as Zhumi.
The things Han Du worked so hard to bring back all ended up belonging to his Lao Zhu family.
Regardless of how the common people viewed these three grains, the imperial court began to distribute grain seeds in full swing and prepared to promote planting among the various chief secretaries. This matter fell on the head of the Ministry of Household Affairs.
But if you want to promote planting, you must first know how these three kinds of grains are grown, right? Let alone the Ministry of Revenue, this is the first time for the entire imperial court to see such grains, so how can they know how to grow them?
So Zhao Mian, the Minister of Household Affairs, came to the Zhenhai Marquis Mansion to look for Han Du.
"I don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. I have a request for you." Zhao Mian was led to the lobby. After Han Du accompanied him to drink tea for a while, Zhao Mian said.
Han Du put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Sir Zhao, you are too polite. If there is anything you can do for me, just tell me, but I can't afford to ask for help from you."
Zhao Mian also smiled and nodded in agreement, and did not push back and forth with Han Du anymore. Instead, he said directly: "The Ministry of Hunan is in charge of agriculture and mulberry cultivation all over the world. The matter of promoting the cultivation of exotic grains naturally falls on the Ministry of Hunan.
But now, no one in the household department knows how to grow these three kinds of grains. Therefore, I hope that Mr. Hou can give some advice."
Han Du shook his head and said with a smile: "I am not worthy of giving advice. I can teach you how to grow it. However, I am only one person. Even if I teach you how to grow these foods, I am afraid that it will not help you to promote the cultivation of food all over the world."
How can I help?"
Zhao Mian frowned and had to admit that Han Du was right. It would take time for Han Du to teach them how to plant, right? When Han Du taught them all, he didn't know how much time it would take.
But spring plowing waits for no one. If you miss this time, you will have to wait until next year. Not only Zhao Mian, but also the entire household department cannot bear this sin.
After Zhao Mian thought about it clearly, he calmly twirled his beard and asked, "What do you think, Lord Marquis?"
Han Du took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "It's not a high opinion, but I think that instead of placing your hope on me, you might as well go find the soldiers who came back with me. They are on the boat.
At that time, they took good care of all the food. There were more than a thousand soldiers, and they had grown all kinds of sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes. These more than a thousand people were probably enough for an adult to handle.
Alright."
The words woke up the dreamer. Zhao Mian's eyes suddenly lit up. He stood up and bowed his hands to Han Du and said, "Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your advice."
Han Du smiled and nodded slightly, saying: "Master Zhao, you are too polite."
After Zhao Mian was reminded by Han Du, he could no longer sit still and left quickly.
Han Du also politely sent him out the door.
Zhao Mian left the Zhenhai Hou Mansion and went directly to the palace to see the emperor.
After informing him of his intention, Lao Zhu did not hesitate. He directly appointed all the original soldiers as district chiefs and grain chiefs according to their ancestral origins. He asked these people to return to their hometowns and take charge of the planting of new grains in the villages.
When Lao Zhu first tasted the benefits of appointing soldiers as village chiefs and grain chiefs, he discovered this method that could break down the gentry's barrier to imperial power for thousands of years and extend the emperor's authority deep into the countryside.
Lao Zhu naturally refused to let go of such a good opportunity.
With more than a thousand people who are proficient in growing three kinds of food, there will be no obstacles to teach the people how to grow.
However, although Han Du brought back a lot of grain, it was impossible to meet the needs of the entire Ming Dynasty at once. Therefore, there was still a difference in the amount of grain that Lao Zhu distributed to the chief secretaries.
For places with a lot of drought, such as Henan, Gansu, and Shaanxi, Lao Zhu would give them more. For places like Sichuan, Hunan, Hubei, and Anhui, he would give less. For places with abundant rainfall like Jiangnan,
Even Lao Zhu didn't even get a pound of grain.
However, Lao Zhu still divided some among the nobles according to their title. For the duke, fifteen kilograms of each kind of grain was given. For the marquis, ten kilograms were given. For the earl, five kilograms were given.
As for the civil servants, I'm sorry, but you use the salary from the court, not the rice from the court. What do you do with the grain? You don't even get a pound.
Han Du looked at the ten kilograms of grain sent from the palace and scratched his head. As a marquis, do I lack these thirty kilograms of grain?
Unlike Han Du's helpless expression, my father and mother looked very excited.
"It's just a little food, dad, what do you think?"
Before Han De could speak, Mrs. Liu glared at Han Du and said, "What do you know? This is not just food, this is the glory of our house. Ordinary people have no chance to get food from the emperor. This is
The emperor attaches great importance to our family."
"Mom, it seems that all the nobles have been given grain by the emperor." Han Du couldn't help but pour cold water on me because of Fu's attention.
Mrs. Liu raised her eyebrows and stared at Han Du with dissatisfaction.
Han Du shut up wisely, okay, just think that Lao Zhu values himself.
Han Kezhong on the side looked at the strange things in his pocket, pulled Han Du's hand twice, and asked in a childish voice: "Dad, are these delicious?"
Han Du immediately looked down at his son with a smile and said, "Dad has eaten these, they are very delicious. I will cook them for you in a while, okay?"
"Okay, daddy is the best." Han Kezhong is also a foodie, otherwise he wouldn't have grown like a fat man.
But Mrs. Liu suddenly slapped Xiao Pangdun gently.
On the back of his head, he cursed: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. If there is no food in the house, you have to eat this kind of food. Don't you know that your parents will starve to death if you don't eat the food you grow?"
Han Kezhong burst into tears after being slapped, and looked at his father with a puzzled face.
Han Du could only give his son a helpless expression, and then touched his head as a gesture of comfort. He raised his head and asked his mother in confusion, "Mom, this kind of food belongs to farming, but why don't I remember that we have land at home?"
Can it be planted? Since there is no land to plant it, what are you waiting for if you don’t make it and eat it?”
When Han Kezhong heard that he had another chance to eat, he immediately became happy. His baby-fat face was full of smiles, and he clapped his chubby hands happily.
Han De shook his head and said: "This is the seed grain given by the emperor. It must not be eaten. Otherwise, be careful that the people from the Ministry of Rites find out about it and will cause trouble for you. Even if there is no land in the house, you must buy some immediately.
Land, we can plant these grains. Besides, don’t we have land at home?”
"We have land at home? Where is it? Why don't I know?" Hande asked doubtfully. Lao Zhu did give himself land, but he used it to build a horse farm, and there was no place to grow food at all.
Han De snorted and said: "Our family already has ancestral property. Otherwise, what would we eat if we lived in this capital? However, in the past, we just left it to the clan to take care of and grow rice. Now we have these royal family members."
The grain given is just right for planting."
Han Du curled his lips after hearing this. Since they were grown locally, he naturally gave up the idea of eating these things.
At this moment, Han Du felt someone tugging at his clothes from behind. When he looked back, he met An Qing's pretty face.
I saw An Qing biting his lip and said embarrassedly: "Husband, have you forgotten that the dowry my father gave me can be said to contain several Zhuangzi's."
Han Du then remembered that when An Qing got married, Lao Zhu had given her three imperial palaces. These imperial palaces had been managed by An Qing himself in the past, and Han Du had never asked about them, so he naturally forgot about them.
back.
Judging from Anqing's intentions, it is obvious that she also wants to grow these grains in Zhuangzi.
Han Du immediately scratched his head, smiled and said tentatively: "It seems like this little grain is probably not enough."
"If it's not enough, we can only make do with it." Hande shook his head helplessly and said: "Since the output of this kind of food is ten times higher than usual, everyone must regard it as a treasure now. Even if you hold it
If you buy it with real money, you will definitely not be able to buy it. Take your time, plant the seeds for one year first, and it may be enough for next year."
That's all there was to it. Han Du had no choice but to nod in agreement. After all, he couldn't go to others to consume favors for a little food, right? Besides, this thing was only rare at most.
Years later, after two or three years, I'm afraid it will be all over the floor. If you give it to others, they may not accept it.
Han Du's reproductive ability is very clear. This thing reproduces by vines. One vine can reproduce more than a dozen plants. After a sweet potato sprouts, it can grow more than a dozen vines. One plant has
It can produce several plants. In just one year, this plant can produce thousands of plants. By the second year, it will be millions of plants. By the third year, it will be everywhere.
As for potatoes, although their reproductive capacity is not as strong as that of red potatoes, the advantage is that they can be grown twice a year. One season in the spring, harvested, and another season in the fall. There are more than a dozen places on this potato.
If they sprout, there are more than a dozen plants, and one plant can harvest a dozen. When they are planted again in the fall and harvested, the number will increase by tens of thousands.
Therefore, Han Du is very sure about this. In three years at most, these things will become very common.
However, seeing his son drooling and looking deeply disappointed, Han Du couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
Suddenly it occurred to me that planting potatoes didn’t require planting them completely in the ground, so I smiled, pinched my son’s fat face, and asked with a smile: “Do you really want to eat them?”
"I don't want to." Little Fatty shook his head like a rattle and answered without any hesitation. But please, when you deny it, can you stop salivating? If you shake it like this, it will splash everywhere.