Chapter 304 Yang Wanli’s Gratitude (Ninth Update)
All the ministers who had eaten sweet potatoes praised it.
Emperor Qianwu was very satisfied with everyone's reaction.
The yield is high and the taste is good, and subsequent promotion will be much easier.
Yue Shanhe, Minister of the Ministry of War, looked at Feng Quji and Ye Qingcang who were feasting, swallowed his saliva, came to Li Changfeng, and said with some embarrassment: "Your Highness, how do you sell these sweet potatoes?"
Li Changfeng smiled and said: "Master Yue, do you want to buy it?"
"That's right, the sweet potatoes are so delicious. I ran out of them before I could get enough of them. I stopped to buy some and took them home to eat."
Hearing this, other ministers came over.
"I want to buy it too!"
"Give me a thousand pounds!"
"I want two thousand catties, the price is easy to tell!"
"..."
Seeing this scene, Emperor Qianwu looked a little unhappy.
Li Changfeng raised his hands and shouted loudly: "Stop! Everyone, stop!"
When the ministers fell silent, Li Changfeng said: "I'm sorry, everyone, I won't sell it!"
As soon as this statement came out, all the ministers looked disappointed, and some were even a little angry.
Emperor Qianwu showed a satisfied smile.
Li Changfeng did not want to offend these many people for no reason, so he explained: "My lords, this is not a question of money, but because these are all used as seeds!"
After hearing this, the ministers were suddenly stunned, and the anger in their hearts gradually disappeared.
Li Changfeng said with a sincere face: "Last year, after I bought sweet potatoes from people in Fanbang, I knew they were delicious, but I still endured and didn't eat any of them, so I had a big harvest this year!"
"So, gentlemen, next year, wait until next year. The sweet potato production next year may reach one million catties, and you can eat it!"
Feng Quji swallowed the last bite of sweet potato, bowed and said: "Your Highness is so upright and upright that I admire you!"
Ye Qingcang said solemnly: "Since it is a seed, it is natural not to eat too much. When there are sweet potatoes everywhere in the world, it will not be too late to eat them again!"
Although the ministers still felt a little regretful, they still expressed their understanding.
Emperor Qianwu was very satisfied with this and told Li Changfeng: "Be sure to preserve these sweet potatoes and plant them again next year."
Li Changfeng cupped his hands and said, "It's Your Majesty."
At this time, all the officials became excited.
His Majesty and Li Changfeng will certainly not be able to grow more than 80,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes, and they will certainly have to plant some for other ministers in order to promote it.
So who should be planted, that is the question.
This sweet potato is so delicious, it will definitely sell for a good price when grown.
Many ministers have begun to worry about this matter.
Emperor Qianwu looked at the sweet potatoes piled up into a hill with some reluctance, and left with his ministers, while Li Changfeng stayed.
He looked at the farmers who were growing these sweet potatoes, swallowing secretly and said, "Come here, everyone, take one, and pick the big one. After all, you grew it, so what if you don't get to eat it?"
All the farmers were very excited and expressed their gratitude to Li Changfeng.
This is something that even the high officials of the imperial court cannot buy, but ordinary people like them can actually get it.
After sending the farmers away, Li Changfeng thought for a moment and told his entourage: "Pack two thousand catties...forget it, fifteen hundred catties, and send it to the palace. Be careful not to let anyone see it."
"Then Li Jianye will give five hundred kilograms, and send him a message not to spread it everywhere. Old Prime Minister Feng Quji and Old General Ye will also send one hundred kilograms each to their mansions, and the rest will be brought back to this prince's mansion."
Although he said that, he couldn't be so rigid in practice. When Emperor Qianwu left, he looked at the sweet potato reluctantly, so what if he didn't give him some.
Li Jianye is the brother with the best relationship, so naturally we cannot forget him for such a good thing.
Ye Qingcang and Feng Quji are big bosses in the military and political parties, and they are the backbone of his Ministry of Railways, so they must be given some benefits.
As for other ministers, Li Changfeng didn't bother to pay attention.
After making these arrangements, Li Changfeng headed back home.
Early the next morning.
A decree came from the palace to let Li Changfeng enter the palace.
Emperor Qianwu told him that he had selected a thousand loyal and reliable people from the imperial guards and asked him to immediately start forming the Daqian Air Force.
Like the Musket Battalion and the Artillery Battalion, the Daqian Air Force was directly under Emperor Qianwu and was not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War. This shows that Emperor Qianwu attached great importance to this service.
Li Changfeng had no choice but to go to the newly designated air force training base outside the city to direct the formation of the air force on site.
It was said to be on-site command, but in fact it was more about imparting Air Force combat thinking and some daily training methods to Li Jianye.
He didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, and Li Jianye would be responsible for it later.
It was not until it was getting dark that Li Changfeng returned to his residence. From a distance, he saw a group of people surrounding the entrance of the residence.
Li Changfeng thought something had happened and hurriedly went to check and found a person waiting at the door. It was Yang Zhiyuan who came to him for medicine that day.
There was an old man sitting next to him who looked a little frail, talking to the people watching around him.
As the entourage shouted, "His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince has arrived," everyone woke up and hurriedly knelt down to pay homage.
With Yang Zhiyuan's support, the old man knelt down tremblingly and paid homage: "Old Yang Wanli, I pay homage to His Highness the Ninth Prince, and I am here to repay the favor of saving my life!"
Li Changfeng suddenly realized, stepped forward and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Yang, please get up quickly."
Yang Wanli stood up tremblingly, and Yang Zhiyuan cupped his hands and said: "Your Highness, you sent someone to inject my father with an injection of penicillin that day, and my father woke up that night. In the past two days, two more injections were given, and my father was able to walk around. It was amazing. What a miracle medicine!”
Li Changfeng smiled and said: "It's good if it works."
Having said this, Li Changfeng's face darkened and he looked at the mansion guard.
"When Mr. Yang arrived at the mansion, why didn't you invite him in and let him wait at the door?"
The guard at the door looked aggrieved and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yang Wanli who had regained his breath.
"Your Highness, the guards are not to blame for this, it's because I don't want to go in."
"Oh? Why is this?"
"The grace of saving my life is greater than heaven. How dare I go into the house and wait? Of course I have to wait outside the house. Only in this way can I show my sincerity in repaying my kindness!"
Li Changfeng glanced at Yang Wanli in surprise, waved his hand and said: "Master Yang, there is no need to be like this. This prince invented penicillin just to treat diseases and save people. It is not a life-saving favor."
Having said this, Li Changfeng glanced at the onlookers who looked a little surprised, and said loudly: "It won't take long before the supply of penicillin will be open, and it will definitely benefit more people."
As soon as this was said, the people around him cheered.
Almost everyone in the capital knew that Yang Wanli offered a huge reward for saving lives. Famous doctors from all over the world came to his door one after another, but no one could cure him.
Who would have thought that in the end it was Li Changfeng's penicillin that pulled Yang Wanli out of hell?
There is no one who is not looking forward to such a miracle medicine, after all, no one has tried it yet.
Yang Wanli is a bit stubborn.
He cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness is wrong. Penicillin has not been sold yet. Your Highness took it out in advance to save the old man's life. How can it not be regarded as a life-saving grace?"