Chapter 1002 The little nephew feels that he has a fate with these three seasons of rice, so
Chapter 1002 My nephew feels that he is destined to the three-season rice, so he wants to give it a try (please subscribe)
Seeing Li Shimin excitedly talking about his arrangements for the Jiaozhou Governor's Mansion, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but be a little surprised.
I didn't expect that he would be so decisive. He only received the good news that day and actually arranged everything properly that day.
The important thing is that the land of Jiaozhou has been lost many times since ancient times, even though it was occupied by the Central Empire many times.
Why, isn't it because it is a barbaric land, and in the eyes of past dynasties, it is just a territory.
Between gain and loss, it is just a useless land.
But now, due to the emergence of three-season rice and the vast and boundless plains in Jiaozhou area.
It was enough for the Tang Dynasty to regard it as a huge piece of fat. After all, the Tang Dynasty was really short of food, and very short of it.
To be able to gain the attention of the Tang Dynasty, as long as Li Shimin, the wise and powerful emperor of the Tang Dynasty, continues to pay attention to him.
During his lifetime, he continued to move the civilian army to settle down for more than ten years. Cheng Chubi absolutely believed that with the advantage of population.
The Tang Dynasty will definitely be able to firmly control the land of Jiaozhou and become an integral part of the Tang Dynasty.
"Uncle is truly a wise emperor. Only a wise and decisive emperor like you, uncle, can lead the Tang Dynasty to strength and prosperity."
Li Shimin couldn't help laughing loudly, raised his finger and nodded at Cheng Chubi.
"But my nephew, you have contributed a lot. If you hadn't persuaded Li De to go south to Linyi to look for three-crop rice seeds, how would we be here today?"
"A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people. I really don't know how many people who use force to break the law will be embarrassed by your words."
After hearing Li Shimin's words, Cheng Chubi rubbed his nose with some embarrassment. Well, anyway, these two sentences are from the Tang Dynasty and there is no copyright.
While they were talking, Li Ji, the Minister of the Ministry of War, wandered to the Ganlu Hall carrying a wooden box.
When I entered the Ganlu Hall, I saw Cheng Chubi chatting animatedly with His Majesty.
When I thought about half a year's salary, I had wings and flew into Old Cheng's house.
During the Chinese New Year, that bastard Cheng Yaojin even made fun of me in front of me.
Even though His Majesty has already used the excuse to compensate himself.
However, the gossip about losing half a year's salary to a junior like Cheng Sanlang has spread among the noble circles of the Tang Dynasty.
Now that he thought about it, Li Ji couldn't help but feel embarrassed and his face darkened.
However, he saw that this boy had already stood up and saluted towards him.
Li Ji could only stride forward with a long face. "I was ordered to bring the map of Jiaozhou Governor's Mansion..."
"My nephew has met his uncle. Why does his face look so ugly? Is he feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Why don't you let me show you my nephew's medical skills? Don't worry about my nephew's medical skills..."
Being greeted by Cheng Chubi, a cheeky and jabbering person, Li Ji was too embarrassed to smile and curse helplessly with a sullen face.
"Okay, okay, I'm not sick. Take your claws away, you brat..."
Li Shimin smiled and shook his head, took the wooden box, opened it and took out the map of the Jiaozhou Governor's Mansion.
After spreading it out, he began to look at it carefully and asked Li Ji about the distribution of troops in Jiaozhou Governor's Mansion and Lingnan Road.
Cheng Chubi was a general disciple after all, so he squatted aside and quietly watched the two elders chattering there for a long time.
After the two people with dry mouths and tongues sat down and drank the chrysanthemum tea that could clear the liver, improve eyesight and nourish health, they couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
If Datang had sufficient food reserves, the people's lives would be much better.
When Datang carried out military operations, it would not be stretched.
Li Ji's regretful eyes also fell on the three-season rice that was still placed on the table.
It would be great if the land in Guanzhong could also grow rice with a yield of more than two dan per mu.
Then, Li Shimin and Li Ji saw Cheng Chubi pick up a piece of rice, throw it into his mouth, and chew it there.
Li Shimin's face suddenly became a little ugly. "Cheng Sanlang, these rice are raw."
Cheng Chubi chuckled, spat out the grain shyly and said.
"Uncle, my nephew wants to discuss with you whether these three-season rice can be rewarded to my nephew."
Li Ji snarled again out of habit.
"Why do you want these made? Are you going to eat them?"
Cheng Chubi shook his head and said sincerely.
"Of course not, I want to try growing it."
"Trying to grow rice in Guanzhong?" Li Shimin and Li Ji asked this question almost in unison.
"Why, can't it be done?" Cheng Chubi muttered in a low voice, somewhat unhappy.
Seeing his appearance, Li Shimin couldn't help but feel happy and laughed out loud.
"What are you talking nonsense about? This is Guanzhong, not Jiangnan. How can we grow rice?"
Cheng Chubi touched these three-season rice. Although he couldn't remember whether rice was grown in Guanzhong, the problem was.
The growth period of these three crops of rice is very short. Because of this, considering the environment of the Guanzhong Basin, it is no problem to plant one or two acres on the edge of Ba River.
In fact, the main reason is that Cheng Chubi is really curious about why the rice yield in this era is so shockingly low.
Yes, the rice yield in this era was actually only two and a half dan, and the highest was only three dan.
Cheng Chubi knew that the southwest where he lived was even on the private plots of farmers.
Especially some wealthy urbanites like to spend money to build an ecological farm in the countryside.
We use special rice seeds instead of hybrid rice, so you can grow them yourself and eat them yourself.
The yield of special rice that is only sprinkled with farmyard manure is about 400 kilograms per mu.
How could it be that in Datang, the yield per mu was two and a half stones, which was only over two hundred kilograms. This gap was really huge.
Unfortunately, Cheng Chubi has not received professional training in agricultural cultivation, so he does not know where the problem lies.
It happened that he grew up in the beautiful southwest, where the food grown was rice. He really didn't know how to grow other staple foods.
But as for rice, he at least knows how to grow it.
However, Cheng Chubi can't be sure until he achieves results. After all, this is the Guanzhong Plain, and it remains to be seen whether he can survive farming.
"My nephew feels that he has a connection with these three-season rice, so he wants to give it a try."
"Anyway, even if my nephew can't grow it, uncle, all you will lose is these ten kilograms of three-season rice.
But if my nephew really gets it, that would be a good thing."
Li Shimin looked at the ten kilograms of rice and the few ears of rice that Gu Da had sent to announce the good news on the table.
If you keep it, this thing will definitely not be preserved for a few years. Since this guy Cheng Sanlang is interested...