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!"
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, looking at the dust swirling not far away, and finally burst into laughter, with great pride.
"You should be provoked by Mars."
Zhu Yunxi curled his lips: "Look back, all the hair on your grandson's face will be combed out."
Zhu Yuanzhang let out a hey, waved his hand and patted Zhu Yunxi heavily on the shoulder, pressing him to the ground under the pergola.
"My little girl has to have her face cleansed before she gets married. Let's see, you, boy, will regard it as God giving you a cleansed face today."
Zhu Yuanzhang sat down teasingly, and then sighed to Zhu Yunxi: "You have made great contributions to the sweet potatoes. Now we are waiting for the harvest day. What do you want grandpa to reward you then, brat?"
Zhu Yunxi turned his eyes and couldn't help but look at his father beside him.
He is now the grandson of the emperor who oversees the country in the Ming Dynasty. If nothing happens, the Ming Dynasty will be his own sooner or later.
Want a reward?
While he was still thinking about it, Zhu Yuanzhang already snorted coldly: "Don't look at you, I. You can ask for whatever you want."
Zhu Yunxi immediately smiled and whispered: "My grandson does have something to do. I was originally thinking about whether I could get grandpa's consent."
Seeing that his eldest grandson spoke so carefully, Zhu Yuanzhang immediately became interested.
No matter what the requirements are.
It is not impossible to marry seventy or eighty girls at once!
Even if you want to sit on the throne, you can do it as long as you give birth to a great-grandson!
"My grandson wants to send a treasure fleet, Jin Yiwei, and people from the Ministry of Etiquette to follow the Yi merchant named Fan Chong from Fo Langji to visit Europe."
Zhu Yunxi whispered his plan in a low voice.
This matter was originally decided in front of Fan Chong today, and Da Ming definitely wanted to take a quick trip to Baipizhu's territory at this time to find out the specific situation on the other side first.
The records in later history books are simply too unbelievable.
History books written by white-skinned pigs who can create history out of thin air are completely untrustworthy.
However, after all, this matter requires the use of the treasure fleet, and also involves the Jin Yiwei and the Ministry of Rites. Even if he is the grandson of the emperor who oversees the country, he cannot completely resolve such a major matter with one word.
This is the authority of the emperor.
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, and looked left and right at his eldest grandson standing in front of him.
This brat is obviously young.
Why don't you think about the little girl at all?
We just need to send the treasure fleet, Jinyiwei and people from the Ministry of Etiquette to Europa.
Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly frowned and pondered.
After a long time, the emperor finally spoke in a deep voice.
"The bandits can come, and I can go too!"
A smile appeared on Zhu Yuanzhang's face, and he looked at the second and third generation heirs of the empire: "The Yi merchants can sail hundreds of ships to the Ming Dynasty. My Ming Dynasty has five thousand treasure ships, which are powerful enough to lift mountains.
The generals are endowed with Fufengcang. The barbarians should not be allowed to enter my Ming Dynasty, but it is difficult for me to touch the land of the barbarians."
Zhu Yunxi looked happy: "Grandpa agreed?"
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and patted Zhu Yunxi on the shoulder: "What does Beishan say in the Book of Songs?"
Zhu Yunxi looked shocked.
Under the expectation of the old man and the encouragement of the father.
Zhu Yunxi said in a deep voice with an emotional expression: "Under the sky, is it the king's land? On the shore of the land, is it the king's ministers?"
Zhu Yuanzhang asked again: "What is the world?"
At this time, Zhu Yunxi could already make a decisive statement without thinking: "Wherever the Ming Dynasty sets its sights, where its military strategists tread, and where the king's way passes, it all belongs to the world!"
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with satisfaction, with relief on his face.
Then he made a fist and hit Zhu Yunxi hard on the chest.
"Go ahead and do this."
Zhu Yunxi nodded heavily.
After he got the will from the old man that everything under the sky is the world and everything is the king and the earth.
Ming Dynasty finally embarked on a different path.
only.
A discordant voice broke the discussion under the pergola next to the sweet potato field.
I saw in the distance, from the direction of Bipa Lake, Ren Hengtai, who had been holding the position of Minister of Rites for two years, holding a fishing rod in one hand and seven or eight big fish covered with thatch in the other hand, running towards the pergola with a face full of joy.
"Your Majesty, I heard that the fish in Lake Biwa are the fattest. I caught several Pipa fish today and presented them to Your Majesty."
Ren Hengtai's voice just fell.
On the other side, towards the front lake, Zhan Hui, the Minister of Civil Affairs, was also holding a fat-headed fish that probably weighed dozens of kilograms in both hands, regardless of the fact that the tail of the fat-headed fish kept slapping against him, making his whole body a mess and wet.
Zhan Hui's face was flushed, and he only focused on announcing the good news: "Your Majesty, I will wade into the water and catch a big fish, which can be stewed in a pot with tofu."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After the two ministers, there are a group of ministers, carrying various fruits and vegetables robbed from Shanglin Garden Prison.
, and game such as pheasants picked up from the foot of Shenlie Mountain.
It was crowded and chaotic.
In the blink of an eye, under the pergola in front of the sweet potato field, there was already a mess. The officials of the Ming Dynasty were walking in front of the emperor with dazzling food in their hands, as if they were offering treasures.
This is like an army returning victoriously, showing off its trophies to the emperor in front of the military formation and boasting about its achievements.
Zhu Yuanzhang probably felt what he was thinking, and burst into hearty laughter. Then he pointed at the group of courtiers and cursed with a smile: "I'll let you be lazy today! Go and get familiar with each of the court officials on your own!"
When the emperor spoke, a group of officials immediately ran to find Yuan Sutai who had been looted.
If you want to have a picnic, you have to ask the supervisor of Shanglin Garden to prepare firewood, rice, oil and salt.
At this time, Xia Yuanji, who had been standing by the fire, raised his head and looked towards the pergola.
"Your Highness, these sweet potatoes won't be roasted into charcoal, right?"
Zhu Yunxi was startled and hurriedly ran to the fire.
But he didn't pay attention to the sweet potatoes in the fire first, but looked at Xia Yuanji, who had a clean face.
Then he let out a puzzled sigh.
"Why can't I find the wind outlet?"
After muttering to himself, Zhu Yunxi took a wooden stick and pulled the coals from the fire.
Once in a while, you can see a piece of sweet potato whose skin has been roasted black, and strips of red, white and yellow sweet potatoes are exposed from the cracks.
When roasting sweet potatoes, you don’t have to worry about whether they are done properly or not.
Whoever eats sweet potatoes will have a mouthful of black ash and a mouthful of coke.
Zhu Yunxi picked the sweet potatoes that were obviously cooked through the fire with a gentle pick of his hands.
Then he pulled a few vegetable leaves from the vegetable field next to him, wrapped them in two sections of sweet potatoes, and pressed down with both hands.
A visible white eye rose between Zhu Yunxi and Xia Yuanji.
Then, the unique aroma of roasted sweet potatoes spread instantly, and quickly drifted into the noses of everyone around with the breeze.
fragrant!
The aroma makes your index fingers twitch and your stomach rumbling!
In just a moment, Zhu Yunxi saw countless eyes locked on the sweet potato that he had broken open.
"Is this a roasted sweet potato?"
Zhu Yuanzhang didn't know when, but he walked quietly behind Zhu Yunxi, twitched his nose deeply in a quiet voice, and said quietly.
Zhu Yunxi immediately turned around and presented the two sweet potatoes to the old man and his father like a treasure.
"To my grandpa, this is roasted sweet potatoes. The simplest method, but the best way to express the taste of sweet potatoes."
The courtiers who were originally preparing for the picnic day event for senior Ming officials also silently put down the work they were supposed to be doing at this time and silently gathered around.
Zhu Yuanzhang could clearly hear the swallowing sounds of his courtiers, but he still smiled and accepted a piece of sweet potato sent by his eldest grandson.
"Grandpa, the skin still needs to be peeled off."
Zhu Yunxi warned, and then said: "You still have to blow it, be careful of burning your mouth."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded repeatedly.
The roasted sweet potatoes, exuding a rich sweet potato aroma, already made him salivate.
Zhu Biao on the side also had a huge appetite, but he still cut off a small piece of the sweet potato he was assigned, and sent the rest to Zhan Hui, the Minister of Civil Affairs.
"fragrant!"
“Sweet and soft!”
“It’s delicious!”
While he was panting, Zhu Yuanzhang, who had already tasted a bite of sweet potato, immediately praised loudly with his eyes shining.
Zhu Biao also echoed.
At most, each of the courtiers could only get one chopstick of roasted sweet potato. After tasting it, their eyes lit up and they stared at the sweet potato field around them, wishing that they could dig up the ridges and scoop out the endless ones.
Here come the sweet potatoes.
On the other side, Xia Yuanji swallowed his saliva while opening the lid of the pot where the sweet potato porridge was boiling.
Different from the fragrance of roasted sweet potatoes, it spreads in an instant.
At this time, there was no need for anyone to talk. The group of high-ranking ministers outside were holding bowls and chopsticks, waiting to eat the sweet potato porridge.
Yuan Sutai, the superintendent of Shanglinyuan, looked at the mischief of this group of people with a look of resentment on his face, stamping his feet indignantly, and finally had no choice but to greet the officials in the yamen and take over the unfinished work of these old men.
Everyone from the emperor to the ministers ate this meal from noon to afternoon.
By the end, the entire sweet potato field was in a mess.
The place to enjoy the shade under the pergola naturally belongs to His Majesty the Emperor.
The ministers could only rest on the ridge beside the pergola.
Everyone was making sounds of satisfaction after having had enough wine and food.
At this time, it has nothing to do with national affairs or romance.
It’s just a matter of simply eating to fill your stomach.
Phew~
Puff~Puff~Puff~
Suddenly.
A discordant sound came from the pergola, long and long.
The expressions of all the ministers who were resting on the field ridge changed.
Then the prince and grandson were seen walking out of the pergola with dark faces.