Zhu Yunxi searched visually for a while, but never saw what he wanted.
I had to turn my head and look at Yuan Sutai, the right prisoner of Shanglinyuan Prison.
"Does Supervisor Yuan know that there is enough space in Shanglinyuan Prison to grow weaver clams?"
Yuan Sutai's eyes lit up and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Is your grandson talking about Zhejiang flowers?"
The weaving shell in Zhu Yunxi's mouth is also cotton. It was the name for cotton during the Han and Wei dynasties. The Zhehua flower mentioned by Yuan Sutai was also the general name for cotton by people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang at this time.
Seeing that Yuan Sutai understood what he was talking about, Zhu Yunxi nodded.
Cotton has actually been popular and cultivated in the Central Plains for a long time.
And the white folded cloth made of cotton is worth thousands of gold and can only be enjoyed by those who are either rich or noble.
Just because of various reasons, there is no large-scale planting.
In the former Song Dynasty, after Huang Daopo improved the loom, a small amount of it was planted in Jiangnan and other places.
For example, in Hunan and other places, cotton is called Jianghua. In Hebei and other places, it is also called Beihua. In the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas where Yingtian City is located, it is also called Zhejiang flower as Yuan Sutai said.
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It's just that the main figures in the imperial court's weaving yamen in Hangzhou have always been silk. Coupled with the long-standing habits of the Central Plains, cotton has not been used and planted on a large scale until now.
Seeing that what he said was right, Yuan Sutai smiled and said: "The weaving shells are also grown in Linyuanjian, but although the cotton produced by this thing is as white as snow, soft and delicate, it is not easy to get the seeds, and the weaving makes it white.
Folding cloth was time-consuming and labor-intensive. Therefore, Shanglinyuanjian only planted a small amount of it, just on a piece of land not far in front."
Seeing that Linyuan Supervisor was indeed planting cotton, Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but secretly feel happy.
At this time, because of silk, people had not yet developed the technology to efficiently and quickly extract cotton seeds and weave them, but he understood!
During this period of busy life, I took time to produce compound fertilizer. Now, because of what he said last year, Supervisor Shanglinyuan has brought back new grain seeds from southern Xinjiang.
This is solving the food problem of the people of Ming Dynasty.
Now, as long as the function of cotton is thoroughly explored, we can solve the problem of people wearing warm clothes in the Ming Dynasty.
Eat well and wear warm clothes.
Most of the time, these two points are the simplest and simplest pursuits of people in this land.
Here, Zhu Yunxi had already signaled Yuan Sutai to take him to see the cotton fields.
Sun Cheng, who was behind, hesitantly followed up and whispered: "Third Master, it's getting late."
I always go back to the palace after nightfall, and if I do too much, it will always be unpleasant to hear about it.
Zhu Yunxi just snorted and did not pay attention to Sun Cheng's concerns.
After a while, the group of people arrived in front of a cotton field that had just been planted under the eyes and was just as high as the calf.
At this time, Yuan Sutai had already brought a bucket of water from the side.
He walked up to Zhu Yunxi, glanced at the muddy water on Zhu Yunxi's legs, and whispered: "Your Majesty, you can wash it off."
Zhu Yunxi didn't care about face, so he sat on the ridge of the soil slope nearby, washing his legs, and asked Yuan Sutai who was waiting aside: "How many scallops are planted in the Shanglin Garden Supervisor?"
Yuan Sutai replied: "I have planted more than ten acres of land this year."
Zhu Yunxi asked again: "How is the output?"
"Last year, one acre of land yielded one stone and eight stones."
Zhu Yunxi calculated in his mind that the yield per mu was less than 200 kilograms. Because his family had dry land to grow cotton, he clearly remembered that the yield per mu was about 250 kilograms.
However, considering the current seeds and planting methods, it can be considered a high yield if it weighs 1,780 kilograms.
Even if the weight of the seeds is removed, ten quilts can be made from one acre of cotton.
When Zhu Yunxi thought about how he had been covered with a quilt that weighed ten kilograms since he was a child, the warm feeling of being truly wrapped was still unforgettable.
As long as a family cultivates one acre a year, it will be enough for the family to replace their quilts throughout the seasons.
He has even extended his thoughts to the problem of using cotton to make cotton armor.
It's bitterly cold in the north. When winter comes, military officers and soldiers can basically only guard the Great Wall and the forts outside the Great Wall through the winter. The combat effectiveness in winter also plummets almost visibly to the naked eye.
On the other hand, those herdsmen and enemies on the grassland, probably because they were used to the cold in the north, would harass the Ming Dynasty from time to time in winter.
What is the war about?
I'm just a support person.
With the development of firearms, the method of war will increasingly rely on the advancement of military formations and weapons.
Yuan Sutai watched the emperor's grandson frowning in thought. He lowered his head and wiped off the water stains on his feet with his footwear and put on his boots. He cautiously came closer and whispered: "The grandson thinks that weaving shells can be used for great purposes."
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There is no shortage of things to keep warm in winter in the palace.
When Yuan Sutai saw that Zhu Yunxi valued it so much, he felt that it would be of great use.
Zhu Yunxi tilted his head and looked at Yuan Sutai: "One acre of land can produce more than one hundred kilograms. As long as one acre of land is planted, it is enough for a farmer's family to make bedding to keep warm in the winter."
Yuan Sutai was stunned: "Weaving shellfish into bedding is very cumbersome..."
Zhu Yunxi waved his hand: "This is not a matter for you to go to Linyuan Prison. Thinking about these scallops, they are similar to kapok, and the blooming flowers are as white as snow. As long as the seeds are removed from this cotton and made into bedding, I am afraid that the people of Ming Dynasty will
There will be no time to endure the cold anymore.”
Yuan Sutai felt that the emperor's grandson said this because he went to Zhejiang Road to relieve snow disasters last winter and saw with his own eyes how the people endured the cold.
He nodded and said: "That's true."
Zhu Yunxi had already put on his boots at this time, stood up and clapped his hands: "That's it for today. I have something to tell you before I return to the palace."
Yuan Sutai immediately bowed and clasped his fists: "Please give me your instructions."
"This year, Shanglin Yuanjian left all the cotton seeds, and they will also purchase more seeds from the private sector. After next spring, they will be planted in the dry land in the mountains and forests around Yingtian Mansion."
Yuan Sutai's face condensed: "I accept the order!"
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Zhu Yunxi added: "This year's cotton will also be left to Gu. If we handle these two things well, Gu will be credited to Lin Yuanjian."
Yuan Sutai suppressed the excitement in his heart, bowed and saluted without hesitation, and agreed wholeheartedly.
If he had no support in the court, who would be willing to serve as an official in a place like Shanglinyuan Prison, which has never attracted attention. In addition to eating a lot of food in a year, there really is not much oil and water.
Yuan Sutai has already begun to imagine that in the near future he will escape from Shanglinyuan Prison due to his merits and be able to stand on the court.
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"Zhan Shangshu, what exactly do you think about this matter!"
"Today, I must have an explanation!"
In a tea room with the lights on, Zhan Hui, the minister of the Ministry of Personnel and the censor of the Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, sullenly endured Ren Hengtai, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, who was sitting in front of him and spitting.
Ren Hengtai's face was already flushed at this time, his eyes almost bursting with anger, and he kept patting the table between them.
It seemed that, if possible, he could scratch the life of the official minister in front of him with his eyes.
Zhan Hui had a gloomy face and endured the irritability in his heart until Ren Hengtai stopped yelling and started to drink tea because he was thirsty.
Then he hummed quietly and said: "If you ask me for an explanation, who should I ask for an explanation?"
Zhan Hui feels that he is the one who needs an explanation most.
His appointment as Hengtai was only to be impeached by the censors. No one who is an official in the court has been impeached by the censors and officials.
But Zhan Hui is not only the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, but also the Zuodu Censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. In this way, he cannot be in charge of the Metropolitan Procuratorate and control who those damn censors should impeach or not.
Doesn’t he need an explanation more than Ren Hengtai?
Ren Hengtai didn't care about this issue now. After drinking three cups of tea to moisten his throat, he continued: "It is Zhan Shangshu who is responsible for the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Now the censors are not only because of the Japanese country's two
The envoys entered the court and launched an impeachment, and they will impeach me at the court meeting tomorrow. Doesn’t Zhan Shangshu understand their intentions?"
Zhan Hui glanced at the angry Ren Hengtai in front of him. He knew what the intentions of the censors were, but he was unwilling to make this matter clear.
When Ren Hengtai saw that Zhan Hui was starting to stay out of the matter, he snorted dissatisfiedly: "They want the position of examiner of this examination! Only by impeaching me and letting me be entangled in lawsuits can they win this position in front of His Majesty."
The position of examiner for the National Science Examination!"
Ren Hengtai feels that he is probably the unluckiest person this year.
Originally, he expected to survive for a few years and get the position of Minister of Rites.
Unexpectedly, just after the new year this year, His Majesty issued an order to open Enke. This put his plan on the fast track.
As long as I sit as the examiner of the Jinke Examination, successfully conduct the Jinke Examination, and select talents for the country, when the time comes to discuss merit and reward, I will definitely be promoted to the next level, and I will be able to sit on the exam.
The long-vacant position of Minister of Rites.
Unexpectedly, those damn censors started to bite the Ministry of Rites like mad dogs. Now there is even a rumor that they will impeach themselves at the court tomorrow morning.
Zhan Hui looked at Ren Hengtai helplessly: "It's just a delay of one or two years. Your Majesty has no intention of choosing another Minister of Rites. Didn't you originally want to take advantage of the merits of the examiner of the current examination to become the Minister of Rites?
position. This is an accident, and patience is the right path."
Ren Hengtai stared at Zhan Hui and said dissatisfied: "If I hadn't opened Enke this year, I wouldn't have thought about it. But now that I have the opportunity, how can I live in peace?"
Zhan Hui looked faintly at Ren Hengtai, who was so anxious because of his position as Minister of Rites that he even ignored the court rules and came to see Ren Hengtai so late at night.
He shook his head and sighed: "Don't you notice that the wind direction in the court is changing now?"
Seeing what Zhan Hui said, Ren Hengtai, who was going to be directly impeached by the censor tomorrow morning, couldn't help but glance at Zhan Hui and looked at Zhan Hui hesitantly.
Ren Hengtai glanced out the empty window, moved closer, and whispered: "Did you mean... over there at Lion Rock..."
Zhan Hui frowned: "I have stayed out of this matter. No matter how Your Majesty handles it, I am your Majesty's minister. I will do whatever Your Majesty wants me to do."
Ren Hengtai's eyes flickered continuously, silently staring at the official minister in front of him who suddenly said this.
Zhan Hui said quietly: "You don't know what Zhejiang Dao is doing now. Your Majesty's intention to promote the world is also imperative. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. There will be people in the government and the public, and many people are dissatisfied.
The harder you fight at this time, the worse it will be when your Majesty settles the accounts later."
Ren Hengtai shrank his head, feeling that the position of Minister of Rites was not as important as his own head.
He immediately whispered: "So tomorrow, I will be impeached by those damn gangs?"
Zhan Hui glanced at Ren Hengtai again and asked indifferently: "Are you a fool? How can the dignified Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Dynasty be impeached at will?"
Ren Hengtai groaned and leaned back: "I will cry out in the hall tomorrow!"
After saying that, he stared at Zhan Hui's reaction.
Zhan Hui laughed silently, held the tea cup, and drank leisurely.