Crazy is an appropriate word to use. It's really crazy.
Li Jinglong watched from a distance. On the sloping field planted with sweet potatoes, the emperor stood in the field holding the arm of the Supreme Emperor. The military officials around him were all hoeing crazily in the field as if they were drunk at this moment.
This scene is like...
"Did he drink fake wine or drink arsenic?" Li Jinglong thought to himself.
Song Guogong Feng Sheng, who usually had to be supported when walking, was now wielding a hoe as if he was raking someone's head during a war, gnashing his teeth and swinging it violently.
Next to him, Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan, was squatting in the ground like a wild dog digging a hole. His hands and feet were flying with dirt. For those who didn't know, they thought he was digging his father's grave.
Officials are not much better, or even worse.
The old man, Ling Han, looked like a fool, sitting on the ground with a pile of sweet potatoes and giggling.
The big Han generals in silver armor and the Jinwu Guard Guards carried burdens to carry the framed potatoes to the scale. Then the agricultural officer in charge of recording counted with his eyes wide open, and the beads on the abacus crackled.
The old man's loud voice was filled with great joy, "dig for us, dig them all out, we want to see how many there are?"
Yes, both the king and his ministers are crazy.
They are all crazy about having more food and less famine in the world.
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"Calculate, how much can one acre of land produce?"
The old man's eyes were fixed on the abacus in the hands of the peasant officials. The hands of several petty officials were so twitchy that they could not hit the abacus beads.
"Return to the Emperor!" A farmer official said nervously, "The potatoes sent from that acre of land just now totaled 930 kilograms, which is less than a stone. If all these fields were counted, the average would be about one thousand kilograms per acre.
There are a little more combined stones. I counted this number three times, and the numbers were all after knocking off the soil."
One stone is also one hundred and twenty kilograms, which is the weight of an adult man.
"So few?" Zhu Yunxi was slightly surprised. This number seemed to be very different from what he had expected.
But if you think about it again, you will feel relieved. The high yield of sweet potatoes in later generations was achieved after many years of improvement and under modern agricultural farming.
"Stone?" The old man's beard suddenly curled up, and he said loudly, "It's quite a lot!"
As he spoke, he took out a sweet potato from the mountain of piles, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it for a few times, and sighed, "One acre of top-quality paddy field can produce only one stone of rice. In these sloping fields and mountains, there are stones. If
If you promote it all over the world, that’s great!”
"Besides, this is my first time planting. I don't know the habits of this thing, and I haven't stored any good seeds. If I grow it for a few years and know how to take care of this thing, I will definitely grow better and produce more."
"In our Ming Dynasty, there is not much land that can be cultivated. In northwest Shaanxi, Gansu, Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and other places, there is either sand all year round or ravines, which makes the people's lives miserable."
"How many people can live with this extra food?"
"What a fucking bullshit martial arts prowess. Damn it! You can't even have a full stomach!"
At this point, the old man used his big hands to break the potato into two pieces with a snap, and gave half of it to Zhu Yunxi, "Grandson, eat it!"
Then, without wiping it, he put the sweet potatoes with a little dirt on them into his mouth and chewed them as if they were fresh fruits.
Zhu Yunxi also took a big bite. It was not very sweet and slightly astringent, but it was edible and not unpalatable.
At the same time, a burst of pride surged in his heart.
He has always been cautious, lest he do something that is beyond the endurance of this era, so that his good intentions turn the cart before the horse and turn into bad things. Now, he finally did 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 people in the world with another choice. The purpose of making the country strong is to give the people more choices.
"How many stones per mu, one thousand kilograms?" Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan, came over and looked at the half-cut potato in Zhu Yunxi's hand with bright eyes. He swallowed and started counting with his fingers covered with soil, "One acre of land."
One thousand catties, three hundred and fifteen days a year. If one person cultivates one acre, he can eat almost three catties a day."
"If one person cultivates two acres, one person can get a pound of food per day."
"So many?" He looked a little dull, "Why don't you starve to death!"
"You damn fool Cao is really stupid!" the old man laughed and scolded, "How can you settle accounts like this? Besides, after all, this thing is not food and cannot be used as food."
"That's also food!" Cao Zhen said blankly, "Grain! Life-saving food! After all, it's better than human flesh!"
"You're such a spoiler!" the old man yelled, and stuffed the leftover sweet potatoes into Cao Zhen's mouth.
Cao Zhen puffed out his cheeks and munched, shouting vaguely, "Your Majesty, it's better than human flesh!"
"God bestows auspiciousness on the Ming Dynasty!"
The military officials shouted, but I don't know who took the lead, and then there were shouts of long live throughout the mountains and plains.
Xie Jinzhong, who brought the Hongshu back to the Ming Dynasty, shouted, and then danced and shouted to the people around him, "Sir, I brought the Hongshu back, I brought it back! Ouch!"
Just as he was shouting, he was pushed directly and fell to the dirt.
"Go away!" The old minister Ling Han cursed, stepped over him, and shouted to the farmer with a pale face, "Are there any records of all the planting methods?"
Several farm officials were so frightened by him that they dared not speak because the old man looked as if he wanted to eat someone.
"The method of planting this plant, how much fertilizer to apply according to the season, how to plant it and how to raise the seedlings, all are handed over to the Ministry of Household Affairs. If you miss a word, I will make it impossible for you to eat."
Ling Han stared, and suddenly his expression changed, and he said to Zhu Yunxi and the old man, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... I'm so happy. Shi Shi, this is a stone. I have experienced the troubled times and seen the people Yi Zi with my own eyes.
And it’s food.”
"With this thing... you two are living Bodhisattvas who save people from fire and water!"
The old man has been stubborn all his life and has rarely said anything kind to the king. These words of "living bodhisattva" directly made the old man smile.
"I have ordered people to record the planting methods in detail. I will copy and engrave them later and send them to each province. I also ordered each province to select farmers and cultivate them with all their heart. Since the seasons are different in different places, the planting in each place must also be recorded in detail!"
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "In the future, this errand will still fall on the shoulders of the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Industry. I leave my words here. This Hongshu is the most important event of the country in the past few years!"
"I ask you to supervise the work!" Ling Han said loudly, "Your Majesty, I am old, and I may close my eyes one day. I ask the emperor to give me a favor and let me supervise the work. I know the farming work, and I will definitely be able to handle it.
good!"
His words immediately made officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Works secretly unhappy.
If it weren't for the fact that the old man couldn't be offended, they would have jumped out on the spot.
"Now is not the time to talk about this." The old man said and looked around, "Where is Xie Jinzhong?"
"The villain is here!" Xie Jinzhong rolled over and crawled over.
"You are the one who brought this sweet potato back, and you are the first to do it!" the old man said loudly, "We said before that we would reward you with a marquis, but today..." After saying that, the old man looked at Zhu Yunxi and said, "Grandson
, what would you like to reward him with?"
Zhu Yunxi thought about it and looked at Xie Jinzhong, "You are from Changle, Fujian, so I will give you the title of Marquis of Changle County, and allow your descendants to inherit it. In addition, I will have the local officials edit the county annals, write down your merits, and build the memorial arch to show your achievements!"
"My lord, thank Heaven!" Xie Jinzhong looked like he was crazy.
Suddenly, there was a chaotic roar of ping-pong at the bottom of the mountain, smoke, dust and fire filled the air, and the deafening sound of firecrackers echoed all over the mountains and plains, deafening the ears.
I saw Li Jinglong smiling and carrying a bunch of firecrackers, and quickly ran to Zhu Yunxi and the old man, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't you want to set off a bunch of firecrackers on this happy day?"
"Let's do it!" the old man laughed loudly, "make one with ten thousand rings, and listen to enough!"
