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.
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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!"
Yuan Sutai, who had been crying for a while, suddenly squatted down from the crowd like a madman, pushed aside the crowd blocking his eyes, and rushed out.
I saw the official hat on his head and the official robe on his body, which were already in a mess.
But Yuan Sutai seemed to be unaware, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he looked towards the emperor's position.
"Your Majesty! I have grown thirty dan of grain!"
"The minister's seed is out!"
"I... live up to my mission..."
Yuan Sutai moved his hands wildly, and rushed to Zhu Yunxi in a rolling and crawling manner. With a cloud of dust and smoke, he stopped in front of him.
Yuan Sutai's eyes were filled with tears of excitement, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably as he raised his head.
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
"The minister's seed is out!"
Zhu Yunxi had a smile on his face, nodded slightly, and then turned sideways silently.
Yuan Sutai raised his arms and wiped his face randomly, and then he took three steps and two steps to reach Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes.
With a pop, he knelt down in front of the emperor.
"Your Majesty, the minister is here!"
"Shanglinyuan oversees a sweet potato yield of thirty shi per mu and three dou, two taels and seven cents!"
Zhu Yuanzhang was also filled with excitement and nodded repeatedly: "Okay! Good, good, good!"
Around the sweet potato pile.
When all the officials saw Yuan Sutai behaving like this, no one would think that Yuan Sutai was trying to flatter him.
Yu Xin, the Minister of Household Affairs, was even more sharp-eyed. He snatched the record text from the hands of the official responsible for recording the sweet potato yield in Shanglinyuan Supervisor, and then ran over here.
Following the actions of Yuan Sutai and Yu Xin, all the officials turned around in unison, not daring to fall behind.
There was a clang.
Yu Xin, who was holding the production record text tightly in his hands, knelt heavily on the ground with his legs, and because of the previous sprint, his whole body slid forward a long way, and actually slid all the way to Yuan Sutai's side.
Plop.
Yu Xin was already holding the production record in both hands, and he prostrated himself in front of the emperor.
"I, Yu Xin, lend a record of the sweet potato yield of thirty shi per mu to the saint."
"In the Ming Dynasty, there was a supervisor named Shang Lin Yuan who cultivated sweet potatoes and produced thirty shi per mu. His merits were immeasurable and he benefited the country and the people. The merit is due to the saints, who benefited all the people. The Ming Dynasty will be prosperous for thousands of generations."
"I beg the saint, instruct the ink pen, express my will, sacrifice to the heaven and the earth, and burn the altar to the sky."
Yu Xin shouted loudly, which almost shook the shores of Pipa Lake.
A group of officials from the DPRK and the Central Government who followed also fell to the ground and knelt down one after another.
"The ministers and others seconded the proposal, praying to the saints, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, and burning the altar to heaven."
Ren Hengtai, who had dodged his waist, finally followed with Ru Yu's support. The place in front was already occupied by his colleagues, so he could only grit his teeth and support his waist while kneeling behind him.
When Yu Xin shouted out the words of a saint and asked the emperor to worship heaven and earth and burn the altar to heaven, Ren Hengtai couldn't help but be stunned.
Ru Yu knelt on the ground and was covered by a green robe in front of her. Then she turned to look at Ren Hengtai: "This is a matter for the Ministry of Rites."
"Let him be in front. The current situation is very wrong. Some people know it well, some are pretending to be deaf and dumb, and some are just following the crowd. Don't be impatient at this time, just wait and see what happens."
A dull voice sounded.
Ru Yu frowned immediately. She looked at Ren Hengtai beside her to make sure it was not him who spoke, and her brows furrowed even more.
Ren Hengtai turned to look at Ru Rui, and then his eyes deepened and he moved away from Ru Rui's face.
Rujun turned her head sharply.
Then he saw Zhai Shan, the new official minister, kneeling on his other side, looking calmly at Yu Xin and others who were still admonishing him in front.
As if feeling the gazes around him, Zhai Shan turned his head and looked at Ru Yu and Ren Hengtai, with a slight smile on his lips.
Ren Hengtai secretly bumped into Ru Yu on the other side.
Ru Yu steadied her body, looked at Zhai Shan calmly, and then smiled slightly: "I haven't drunk the tea in the official's office for a few days. I wonder if Zhai Shangshu won't like it if I come to ask for it.
A cup of tea?"
Zhai Shan shook his head and whispered: "There are not many tea leaves in the Ministry of official affairs, but there are not many. The Pearl Spring on Dingshan Mountain in Jiangbei is delivered every day."
Ru Yu smiled silently, tensed her body, raised her hands and cupped them towards Zhai Shan.
At this time, Zhai Shan had already turned his head and looked forward.
In front of the field ridge.
Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao sat side by side on the field ridge, and Zhu Yunxi stood beside the old man.
The production record text in the hands of Yu Xinxin, Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, has been taken over by Zhu Yunxi and sent to the old man's hands.
At this time, Yu Xin slapped his hands on the ground: "The sweet potato yield is thirty dan per mu, and the most productive land in the Ming Dynasty today only has a yield of only three to five dan per mu. The yield increased tenfold. The Ming Dynasty will
Only half of the current land can feed hundreds of millions of people in the world!
I have read all the history books but have never seen or heard of such merits and deeds. This is the great fortune of our Ming Dynasty, and it is also the merits and deeds of our great Ming sage, the Son of Heaven. The sage is in charge of the country, expresses gratitude to heaven and earth, bestows blessings, and bless our country.
The ministers and others will beg again, and the saints will offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, and burn the sky."
"I second the proposal and beg the sage for permission."
Immediately after Yu Xin, there were hundreds of officials shouting in support of begging.
Zhu Yunxi stood aside, looked at the shouting courtiers, and then silently looked back at the old man and his father.
I saw my father frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
The old man's face had an unnatural rosy glow, but he did not speak. Instead, he opened his mouth and looked at the courtiers in front of him, then lowered his head to look at the record in his hand.
Later, Zhu Yunxi's brows gradually wrinkled.
The sacrifice to heaven and earth that Yu Xin begged for was to hold a grand ceremony at the Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Earth to show the emperor's merits.
And burning Biao Gaotian means to become a Zen!
Worship the heaven and earth and enshrine Zen.
This is their purpose at this moment.
Just...
When would civil servants be so willing and proactive that they want the king to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth?
Such grand ceremonies have always symbolized the strengthening of imperial power. When sage kings were in power, the ministers could only bow their heads and be willing to be like cows and horses.
No minister hopes that in addition to the Shangguan of the same birth, there is a sage emperor with endless authority above his head.
Not one!
Yu Xin not only stole the job of the Ministry of Rites, but also encouraged all the officials present to deify the emperor and make the emperor's authority more important.
Zhu Yunxi had some thoughts and hesitations in his mind for no reason.
Seeing these officials in front of me again, the old man never nodded or spoke, before he was about to invite three more people.
Zhu Yunxi immediately coughed lightly.
He coughed very hard and loudly.
As a result, Yu Xin, Wang Jun and others who were about to speak closed their mouths for no reason, raised their heads and showed confusion.
With a smile on his face, Zhu Yunxi glanced at Yuan Sutai, who was closest to him, and then turned to look at the old man.
He bowed slightly and said: "Grandpa, this time the Ming Dynasty can produce sweet potatoes with a yield of thirty shi per mu. My grandson thinks it is a great joy and a great merit. The merit will last for generations to come and benefit the common people."
This is nonsense.
After just talking nonsense, Zhu Yunxi changed the subject and turned to look at Yuan Sutai, who was already crazy with joy: "This sweet potato yield of 30 shi per mu has been greatly contributed by Yuan Jianzheng and Shanglinyuan Supervisor and the officials and ministers." p>
"If there were not a team of officials working in the Shanglin Garden who worked hard in the fields day and night. And if we had this sandy land, cultivated intensively, and served day and night, my grandson feels that there would not be such a high yield per mu."
"Today our court has received a good news, and my grandson thought that he should be the first to reward the ministers of Shanglinyuan Supervisor, and not let the ministers be rewarded for their merits, so as to show that our court's rewards and punishments are measured, fair and upright."
Yu Xin, Wang Jun and other officials who were kneeling at the front did not feel much at first listening to Zhu Yunxi's words.
But the further he listened, the more his brows furrowed.
In the end, the officials who had various ideas and thoughts to persuade could not help but shout in their hearts.
The grandson wants to do something bad.
After Zhu Yunxi finished speaking, he bowed to the old man again.
I just want to do bad things!
His words were almost like a slap in the face to everyone.
The yield of sweet potatoes is thirty kilograms per mu. It is only thanks to Yuan Sutai, the supervisor of Shanglin Garden, and the others, who put more effort and thought into serving these sweet potatoes than they do to serve me, and also because of the sandy land of Lake Pipa, that we can have such a high yield per mu. Produced.
If it were placed elsewhere, it’s unclear how much output could be produced.
Everyone can carry the sedan chair, and everyone can say good things, and no one doesn't like to hear it.
But these people in front of me are officials of the Ming Dynasty. They should not say such kind words, and they should not even have them in their hearts.
The higher the praise, the harder the fall will be.
How many emperors were actually able to do something good, but in the end due to various reasons, they ended up with a reputation for success. If the king himself had his own reasons, could it be that the faults of those flattering and supportive officials could be avoided?
The reason why Wei Zheng is Wei Zheng.
It was because he was able to give the emperor a heavy blow when Li Shimin was at his most arrogant and pour a bucket of cold water on the hot-headed emperor.
The current officials of the Ming Dynasty have begun to develop in the direction of becoming yes-men and flattering their superiors.
This is dangerous.
Zhu Yunxi had to be vigilant.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who had never spoken before, finally let out a long sigh and reached out to pat his knee.
Then a smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hand and waved the sweet potato yield record text in his hand.
Under the expectant eyes of officials.
The smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face gradually disappeared again.