Chapter 323: This skill can reach heaven

Crazy.

Everyone in the sweet potato field next to Lake Biwa went crazy.

Yuan Sutai burst into tears with a cry, his eyes instantly became bloodshot, and he was about to step out with his legs, but stopped abruptly, looking down at the sweet potato porridge in his hand.

Gritting his teeth, Yuan Sutai raised his head, and half a bowl of sweet potato porridge went into his stomach mixed with the continuous fart noises around him.

Food cannot be wasted.

Especially in front of the emperor and prince.

Officials who acted like Yuan Sutai could be seen everywhere. Everyone was swallowing dates and stuffing the unfinished roasted sweet potatoes, sweet potato porridge and sweet potato leaves into their stomachs.

But the more anxious you are to eat, the faster you eat.

The sound of farts in the sweet potato field of Shanglin Garden became more and more incessant.

It's just that no one thought that such a movement at this time was something unofficial.

That’s thirty shi per mu!

Thirty stones!

Ever since Nuwa created humans, there has never been such a high-yielding crop in the world.

What does ten stones count? What about fifteen stones? What about the twenty stones that Taisun believed in at the beginning?

It’s beyond everyone’s expectations, and it’s even an unimaginable yield.

From the emperor down to the common people in the fields, they all lost their minds and souls. They were all frightened, with faces full of shock, confusion, and at a loss.

"Heaven is worthy of me!"

Yuan Sutai, who had lost his bowl and chopsticks, rushed to the weighing ground with a quick stride. He looked at the red sweet potatoes piled up like a hill in front of him, and after confirming the number sent by the officials in front of him, he shouted.

Then, his legs weakened and he knelt heavily on the ground.

When he raised his head, his face was already filled with tears. The tears mixed with the mud, and Yuan Sutai's entire face was smeared together, making it difficult to recognize who this person was.

And around Yuan Sutai, there was also a group of people kneeling on the ground and wailing incomprehensibly.

These people look exactly like Yuan Sutai. They are covered in mud, have calluses on their hands, have wrinkles on their faces, and have dark cheeks. They are all officials from Shanglin Yuan Prison.

As for the other officials who arrived at Shanglinyuan Prison today, they were not like this, but they were similar. They were shocked in their hearts and confused.

That’s thirty shi per mu.

No one can remain calm after hearing this number.

Ren Hengtai took in a sharp breath almost as soon as he took out half a breath, straightened his twisted waist, out of breath, reached out and grabbed Ru Yu's shoulders, his eyes were as big as bull's-eye lanterns: "Thirty stones...three

Ten stones? Thirty stones! I... I, I... I heard you right?"

Ru Yu shook her head vigorously, put her arm under Ren Hengtai's arm with her backhand, gritted her teeth and nodded firmly: "It's thirty stones! It's thirty stones!"

"Hahahahaha..."

A series of laughter came from Ru Yu's mouth, making the whole person look like crazy.

Then, with his eyes focused, he dragged Ren Hengtai, who was already weak all over, to the weighing field. The two of them got together and walked with great difficulty.

The steps under my feet are firm and unwavering.

Everyone wants to squeeze in front of the sweet potato pile.

Yu Xin, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, can be said to be the most excited official present besides the officials from Shanglinyuan Supervisory Office.

I can't tolerate him not being excited.

He is the official of the Ministry of Household Affairs, the person in charge of the taxation of the entire Ming Dynasty, and tens of millions of expenditures of the imperial court are tied to him alone.

When there is no money or food, it is really difficult to be an official in the Ministry of Household Affairs.

On any day when someone doesn’t scold you for being an old lady, the officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs will be able to burn incense.

An output of thirty shi per mu.

Yu Xin didn't even need to do the calculations to know what changes this would bring to the Ministry of Household Affairs.

Even if a sweet potato tax of twenty dan is levied, the people can still have enough to eat without even cursing the court!

From the corner of Yu Xin's eyes, he saw Ru Yu dragging Ren Hengtai towards the sweet potato pile. His eyes shrank, and he immediately grabbed Wang Jun who had not recovered from his side and walked towards the pile of sweet potatoes.

Squeeze through the crowd.

The only one who is not in a hurry is Zhai Shan, who has just been promoted to Minister of Civil Affairs.

I saw Zhai Shan put his hands in his sleeves at this time, staring at the courtiers and colleagues in front of him with a smile and pushing forward.

A yield of thirty shi per mu is indeed the only thing that has ever existed.

But the amount of tax revenue the court could ultimately collect was never determined by how many crops grew in the fields.

What's more, in the past two years, various innovations have been carried out in the imperial court, in the capital and in the local area. On the surface, everything seems to be going smoothly, but privately, how many things are covered up tightly, and how many people can do it?

Can you explain clearly?

Nowadays, the taxation department's grain director restructuring has just been rolled out in Yingtian Mansion, and there has been a massacre of the Li family in Taiping, Gyeonggi Province. If it is rolled out later, how many things will happen next?

This year, sweet potatoes are only planted on a small piece of land in Shanglinyuanjian. How many acres can they be spread in Yingtianfu next spring?

"Are you just looking at the present?"

Zhai Shan stared at the colleagues in front of him who were shocked because the sweet potato yield was 30 dan per mu, and murmured something in a low voice.

Then he shook his head silently and sneered: "They are all smart people."

With a sigh, Zhai Shan raised his eyes.

He turned to look at the officials under the Ministry of Civil Affairs who were following him, and snorted coldly: "Go ahead and ask them to give way."

The officials from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, who had been frightened by the thirty-kilogram-acre yield and were extremely curious, immediately nodded their heads and ran out after hearing what the Ministry said.

"Shang Shu Zhai is here, please give way!"

"Make way for Shangshu Zhai!"

For a time, the entire area around the sweet potato pile looked like the busiest food market in Yingtian City.

Zhu Yuanzhang put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and with the support of Prince Zhu Biao, he slowly stood up from the field ridge.

The emperor's face was rosy and shiny unlike before.

Under the furrowed brows, there are unstoppable eyes that are sparkling.

Zhu Biao lowered his head silently and looked at the old man's hand holding his, which was trembling.

The prince let out a light breath, trying to keep himself calm as the prince of the Ming Dynasty, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was like a bowstring, trembling continuously: "It's thirty stones."

Zhu Yuanzhang's lips have turned a little white due to the extra exertion.

Hearing the prince's voice, Zhu Yuanzhang could only nod his head heavily, and the hand holding the prince shook vigorously.

Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to move his legs, and just like the courtiers in front of him at this moment, he went to the sweet potato pile to confirm whether the sweet potato really yielded thirty shi per mu.

But he found that he couldn't move his legs and couldn't take that step.

After his eyes were in a daze for a moment.

Only then did Zhu Yuanzhang see clearly that at some point, Zhu Yunxi was already standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Really thirty stones?"

Zhu Yunxi nodded: "Grandpa, the sweet potatoes grown by Shanglinyuan Supervisor indeed yield thirty shi per mu. The actual weight of the yield per mu is thirty shi, three dou, two taels and seven cents. The dou set by grandpa in the first year of Hongwu was used.

."

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth, but his legs became weak.

Fortunately, Prince Zhu Biao kept pestering the old man, and he immediately reacted and used both hands to help the old man slowly sit on the field ridge again.

Zhu Yunxi stood silently in front of the old man, silently, giving the old man more time to digest this great merit that was comparable to his reshaping the orthodoxy of the Central Plains.

As the old man gets older.

In the past two years, the old man has paid more attention to the family ties of the clan and the common people than in the past.

Perhaps, in the old man's mind now, he can only pretend to be these two things.

"You did a great job."

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sitting down, raised his head, looked at the emperor's grandson standing in front of him, and said softly.

With a smile on his face, Zhu Yunxi turned his head to look at the officials surrounding the sweet potato pile in front.

Some people are crazy, some are surprised, some are speechless, and some are crying.

"Thirty stones is certain!"

"Thirty stones..."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"
To be continued...