After Zhu Ying finished speaking, she looked at Feng Sheng's expression and secretly thought it was a pity.
Don't think that it is difficult for people with high knowledge to be deceived. Zhu Ying, who has rich experience in later generations, deceives knowledgeable people.
If it were an illiterate person, there really wouldn't be much to say, because they wouldn't be able to understand that point at all.
It's not as practical as a big bowl of rice, just eat it.
“After all, it still lacks some atmosphere.”
Although Feng Sheng and Zhu Ru were in good condition, Zhu Ying, who pursues perfection, felt that this was one of his most failed speeches.
At this time, Zhu Ying felt a little nostalgic for the hundreds of subordinates he had carefully trained in the Western Regions. Oh, no, he had to do as the Romans do, so there should be hundreds of disciples.
No matter how good the show is, it still needs a supporting role. If you have a disciple to warm up the scene, the effect can be doubled.
These disciples are the key to Zhu Ying's control of the Western Regions, deserts, and grasslands.
They don't have strong bodies, don't have much wealth, and they are even military novices.
But Zhu Ying spent several years carefully selecting each of these disciples.
The purpose is to control the vast power under his command.
The bodyguards, knights and other military personnel under the command can, according to the specifications and levels, train once every five days and every ten days.
But things like classes must be done every night.
If you are the newest member, you will need to do it twice in the morning and in the evening.
For some poor families, it is just a little simpler and they just need to recite a congratulatory message before each meal.
So now Zhu Ying, after staying in the capital for so long, is not too worried about the forces under his command.
I can only lament that people in the Ming Dynasty are relatively simple. As long as they can eat enough, they don't have to do so much.
Zhu Ying's words gave Feng Sheng a great shock. Although he thought about it carefully, he felt as if he had said nothing.
But in Feng Sheng's heart, Zhu Ying has been labeled as wise.
Next to me is Zhu Xi, who has never seen much of the world. Needless to say, with his glowing eyes, he may have become Zhu Ying's little fanboy.
"Your Highness's words are really inspiring to Feng." Feng Sheng also wanted to quote scriptures and flattery based on what Zhu Ying just said.
But it was a very sad discovery, as if what His Highness said was gradually forgotten in my mind.
"You are so polite, Duke Song. There will be many places in the future where we need to rely on Duke Song's help." Zhu Ying said with a smile. Seeing Feng Sheng's afterthought expression, he immediately interrupted.
After a few polite words, Zhu Ying turned her attention to Zhu Ru.
In his mind, he was thinking about what he should say to find a way to draw Zhu Ru into his team.
One is to add support for yourself.
The second is in medicine.
After all, for someone who has left so many works handed down from generation to generation, his medical skills cannot be that low.
"I heard that Uncle Wu is particularly obsessed with medical skills." Zhu Ying said directly.
Perhaps it was the shock brought by his father's appearance, but he could feel that the fifth uncle Zhou Wang Zhu Zhu's eyes were vaguely evasive when he looked at him.
When I looked him in the face, I subconsciously avoided him, appearing a little guilty and fearful.
"It made my eldest nephew laugh."
Zhu Rui, who had just experienced social death, felt a little flattered inexplicably when his eldest nephew told him.
"Uncle Wu, I have done a lot of research on medical skills, especially trauma. I don't know if I can ask Uncle Wu for advice." Zhu Ying asked.
This is because I want to find out Zhu Xi’s background.
Of course, Zhu Ying was considered a layman in medical skills. After all, he had rich experience in fighting with others in the early years, so it was inevitable that he would suffer some trauma.
If it was really about making medicine and taking pulses, he certainly couldn't do it, but with some basic theories from later generations and controlling the rhythm of the conversation, it wouldn't be a big problem to fool Zhu Ju.
"Well, in fact, I don't have much knowledge in medical skills. I'm mostly interested in flowers and plants, which made my eldest nephew a little misunderstood."
Zhu Zhu said with a smile.
Of course, his so-called lack of medical experience was compared to the imperial physicians in the palace.
But it is true that there are few actual combats.
As a prince and a vassal king, he couldn't go around diagnosing people's pulses every day. He had rich theoretical knowledge, but when it came to clinical practice, he was probably far behind.
Moreover, the direction of his research is mainly in vegetation.
Zhu Ying was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he thought about it. How could the vassal king treat the common people? Even if Zhu Xi wanted to do it, many people would stop him.
After all, being interested in things like medical skills has already damaged the majesty of the royal family.
Unlike the later Carpenter Emperor, the Ming Dynasty under the control of Zhu Yuanzhang is still very strict in many aspects.
Zhu Ru was not a medical researcher in his previous life. He just knew that in the early Ming Dynasty, there was a figure like Zhu Ru who made great contributions to medicine.
As for the specific contribution and what works have been handed down from generation to generation, it is unknown.
But after all that, Zhu Ying was too embarrassed to ignore Zhu Ru and could only say politely:
"I wonder what Uncle Wu mainly studies in vegetation. I am also somewhat interested in vegetation."
Zhu Ying's casual question suddenly made Zhu Rui very interested.
Because he studies alone, and for the study of flowers and plants, Zhu Ju does not have many predecessors' classics to learn from, and it is more like crossing the river by feeling the stones.
He is inherently lonely, and due to his identity, he cannot easily communicate with anyone.
When he was in the feudal land, his wife and children complained because he was too addicted to it.
Now when he heard his eldest nephew say this, he took it seriously and immediately regarded his eldest nephew as a fellow-traveler.
Without any hesitation, Zhu Rui began to talk about his research direction and the research results he has obtained so far.
Zhu Ying listened boredly, and the narration in classical Chinese made Zhu Ying a little drowsy.
He has now sensed that there is a certain generation gap with the current environment of Ming Dynasty, especially in classical Chinese.
Classical Chinese is more of an elegant language, and is actually mainly used for ordinary communication.
The main direction of popularity is still among the top literati circles.
Due to physical reasons since childhood, Zhu Rui could only study quietly. He was smart, studious, and good at poetry.
This is a great literati who can write hundreds of poems in "Yangong Ci". Regarding the control of classical Chinese writing, Zhu Ying is not at the same level as him.
Feng Sheng, who was on the side with sharp eyes, noticed that Zhu Ying seemed to have some difficulty listening to the text.
My heart immediately reacted.
His Highness Changsun has been in the country for ten years, and he is already astonished by the fact that he has reached such a level of knowledge.
The information sent by His Majesty indicates that His Highness Changsun was mainly in the Western Regions and other Ming border areas.
In such a chaotic place, it is impossible for His Highness Changsun to have many opportunities to read poetry and books.
"Jie'er, use vernacular." Feng Sheng interrupted directly and reminded.
Zhu Rui was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing and apologized quickly.
Zhu Ying was also speechless. Originally, he was not very interested in these flowers and plants, and he almost finished what he said. But Feng Sheng reminded him, so he probably had to say it again.
After talking with each other, it was already almost midnight, which was around nine o'clock in the evening.
At this point, as far as the Ming Dynasty is concerned, if you don't go out late at night, it's already time to go to bed.
However, seeing Zhu Xi's somewhat excited eyes, Zhu Ying did not interrupt after all, allowing Zhu Xi to continue.
Zhu Ru immediately converted into vernacular and began to talk about his views on flowers and plants.
However, Zhu Ying didn't feel much at first. As she listened, Zhu Ying couldn't help but sit upright.
What is Zhu Xi talking about?
What he is talking about now is what he is going to compile, which will be extremely famous in later generations.
This is a flora that focuses on local plants and combines food aspects with the main focus on famine relief.
Those plants have edible leaves, edible roots, and edible fruits.
Its shape, growth environment, processing and cooking methods, etc.
It even includes breeding methods.
At the end, we talked about how to prevent and control plants from being infested with pests, and even some methods of getting rid of them.
At this time, Zhu Ying didn't have the slightest hint of impatience. Her eyes were like light bulbs, staring at Zhu Xi closely.
Boy, this is exactly what a botanist is.
With such rich plant knowledge, all it takes is a little guidance in the direction of research, towards agriculture, and that would be a top agriculturist.
The main reason why learning is difficult lies in the direction. That is, many scholars do not know whether their research is correct.
But Zhu Ying knows.
In the previous exchange, Zhu Rui had even talked about the concept of herbicides, but the depth of the research was not very sufficient.
This is a talent, definitely the most special talent as far as Ming Dynasty is concerned.
The Renaissance has begun in the West. Although Zhu Ying did well in nine years of compulsory education, it would be foolish to say that he could learn all the basic subjects by himself.
It can guide the research directions of some special talents.
Or the idea of opening various research institutes has long been in Zhu Ying's plan.
Seeing his eldest nephew's oppressive gaze, Zhu Xi couldn't help but lean back slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.
He mainly felt this kind of gaze from his father.
Zhu Ying noticed Zhu Xi's movements, quickly controlled his emotions, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Uncle Wu to have reached such a state. It's beyond my imagination."
"Nothing." Zhu Ying changed the subject. Of course he knew that he had to occupy a dominant position in communication.
"Nothing." Zhu Ru asked quickly.
"But the places that Uncle Wu has been to are still few. Although my country is vast and rich in resources, overseas products are also rich in products."
"Uncle Wu, have you ever heard of crops that can produce up to a thousand catties per mu?" Zhu Yingying said calmly.
Zhu Tie did not question it when he heard this. He knew that a thousand catties per mu might sound exaggerated, but it was normal.
He quickly asked: "My dear nephew, what do these crops with a yield of one thousand catties per mu look like? Have you ever seen this before?"
Zhu Ying smiled and said, "Not only have I seen it, I've also eaten a lot of it."
Zhu Tong said in a hurried tone: "Where is it? Is there still such a big nephew here? Take it out quickly and show it to me."
During the time Zhu Tie stayed in Yunnan, he had a great impression of him.
After all, the people there have no one to treat their diseases, and they often don't have enough to eat.
When he was banned from the capital by his father, Zhu Xi compiled "Pocket Prescriptions".
The "Compendium of Materia Medica for Famine Relief" that I prepared later was also because I saw the situation of the victims starving and dying in the fields, which was too terrible to watch, so I decided to compile it.
Now I suddenly heard that my eldest nephew had such a high-yield crop in his hands, and he suddenly seemed a little excited.
Zhu Ying replied: "Fifth uncle, don't be anxious. I came to the capital in a hurry. I didn't bring those crops with me, but I had already notified people to deliver them earlier."
Zhu Ying is talking about potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn.
After these crops arrived in the Ming Dynasty, they will definitely have many problems with soil and water, which mainly involve plowing and reducing yields.
But Zhu Ying had a feeling that the Zhu Ji in front of him was very likely to surprise him.
In the conversation just now, the plants Zhu Zhu talked about also included rice.
Zhu Ying couldn't help but think of it.
If Zhu Ji knew the concept of hybrid rice, would it be possible for Ming Dynasty's agriculture to take off?