Most of the people in Xinzhuangzi were brought by Fang Xing, and those who were originally staying were honest and honest merchants.

Under Fang Xing's urging, the first thing the merchants did was to raise pepper seedlings and plant them quickly.

"Be careful, this thing is our opportunity to make money."

Fang Xing stood in the field and said.

Jielun Fang nodded and agreed: "Young Master, after the news of the royal family starting to grow peppers on a large scale spread, our seeds will be valuable."

The Ming Dynasty actually needs chili peppers very much.

In the north of the Ming Dynasty, chili peppers need to keep warm. In the south of the Ming Dynasty, the climate is hot and chili peppers need to get rid of dampness.

Fang Xing looked at the busy farmers and said confidently: "We want the people of the Ming Dynasty to eat chili peppers and like to eat chili peppers."

However, what made Fang Xing feel a little sad was that the transaction took only a few years. After the pepper planting was launched, the seeds of the Fang family were no longer a shortage of supplies.

However, looking at the busy farmhouses in the fields, Fang Xing realized that this place would be a green rice field in the future, and he felt relieved.

"Uncle Jaylen, do you believe it? I can let everyone live a good life."

Jay Fang remembered what happened to his young master after he woke up and couldn't help but nodded, "I believe. Master, the old slave is still waiting for the young master to be born and protect him to grow up safely!"

Fang Xing was a little embarrassed, and the butler expressed his suggestion to him in a vague way: Master, please give birth to a baby as soon as possible, everyone is looking forward to it!

When he returned to the backyard, he saw Zhang Shuhui keeping the books. Fang Xing was a little worried. He was worried if he had any problems. Otherwise, he had been married for half a year, but why was his wife's belly still so flat?

But this matter cannot be urgent, the couple are still young anyway.

Zhang Shuhui looked up and asked strangely: "Husband, are you okay?"

Do you dislike me for being idle?

Fang Xing coughed dryly and said, "Well, I'm just coming back to see you."

Well, the scumbag's love words worked.

A red glow appeared on Zhang Shuhui's face, and she lowered her eyes and said, "Husband, class is about to start. I will ask the kitchen to cook later."

This is the wife encouraging her husband to be motivated. If it is changed in the future, Cliff can be said as an inspirational story in those shows.

Fang Xing left the backyard in disappointment, but saw Xiaobai actually holding a black puppy and playing.

“Where did it come from?”

The puppy was very cute. He looked up at Fang Xing, sobbing in his mouth, and hid in Xiaobai's arms.

Xiaobai looked up and angrily, and said happily: "This is from Zhang Taishun. It is said that it is a puppy from western Sichuan. You don't have to support it and you can go out to find food by yourself!"

Fang Xing patted his head and blurted out, "This is a mountain dog, it's a waste to put it in our house."

The mountain-chasing dog comes from western Sichuan. Under such difficult conditions, the owner usually does not feed it, but only does it freely.

This kind of dog protects the family and has super abilities to track and hunt.

Perhaps because he felt that Fang Xing could determine his destiny, the puppy pussy spitted his pink tongue towards Fang Xing pitifully.

"Just call it..."

"Master, I've called it a bell."

Seeing Fang Xing preparing to name it, Xiaobai hurriedly snatched the right.

"Bell?"

This name is really old-fashioned, but Fang Xing just smiled and touched the bell's head, turning around and leaving amid its comfortable whisper.

"Remember not to shut it down."

The fate of chasing a mountain dog should not be the end of the house, but rather howling in the mountains and forests.

Since moving to Jinling, Zhu Zhanji has never had premature fucking because there are too many eyes here. If he is discovered, he and Fang Xing will probably be uneasy.

Today's course is very simple, mainly about the great significance of seeds to a country.

"...Seeds, especially seed cultivation, are the top priority for me, the Ming Dynasty, but what I see at present is only spontaneous cultivation among the people, which is very bad!"

The early spring sunshine shone in through the window, Fang Xing looked at the two students sitting below, and his mind was in a moment of trance.

"Brother Dehua, according to your wishes, the cultivation of seeds should be taken over by the court, right?"

After Zhu Zhanji finished recording, he raised his hand to ask a question.

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Yes, the resources among the people are weak after all. If a special yamen is responsible, through various channels, such as a fleet of fleets who voyage to the West, they will organize human resources to develop key problems and cultivate them. Let's say that."

Fang Xing's index finger pointed: "Taishun, it's easier to find information. When you go back, you can look for it and see how much grain yield per mu in our Central Plains region has been since the records, and the evolution of grain seeds. I found a communication with Ma Su."

Today, Zhu Di happened to have little government affairs, so he wanted to call the crown prince to take the school entrance exam.

In the spacious palace, four large braziers are placed in the corner, and the charcoal inside is burning without any smoke, warming the entire palace.

An eunuch who went to find Zhu Zhanji came in: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Highness... Your Highness is in the Imperial College."

The old man on the imperial throne raised his head, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

"What is the Taisun doing in the Imperial College? Is it a teaching question?"

The emperor's words were very gentle, but sweat broke out from the eunuch's forehead.

"Your Majesty, His Highness the Grand Prince went to the Ministry of Revenue again. It is said that he was looking for some information."

Zhu Di was stunned, then got up and walked down the steps.

The inside of the door is as warm as spring, but the outside of the door is a little cold.

Zhu Di moved his legs and felt a little sore in his knee joints. This was the sequelae of years of guarding the border and exploring the grassland.

At this time, Huang Yan, the eunuch of the Sili Prison, came over, glanced at the little eunuch with a long narrow eye, and bowed and said, "Your Majesty, His Majesty the Grand Prince goes to the village at the foot of Yuanbao Mountain every morning. It is said that the village has been given to a juren from Peking by His Highness, and the old slave has to..."

The little eunuch trembled slightly under Huang Yan's gaze.

Zhu Di seemed not to hear Huang Yan's words. He stood on the high ground and looked at Zhu Zhanji who was gradually walking towards him. His beard on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise up.

"Grandpa Emperor, Grandpa Emperor!"

When Zhu Zhanji saw Zhu Di outside the door, he hurriedly ran over and smiled breathlessly: "Grandpa Emperor, I found something good today."

In Huang Yan's peeping eyes, Zhu Di patted Zhu Zhanji's shoulder and laughed: "You guy, come on."

Here, like the folk parents laughed at their children, they listened like "boy".

Zhu Zhanji pretended not to see Huang Yan. He helped Zhu Di in. After sitting down, he said with a roar:

"Grandpa Emperor, this morning Fang Dehua taught me to find the grain output of all dynasties. Do you know what I found?"

Fang Dehua!

Zhu Di narrowed his eyes, "Let me tell me what you learned with him. If you can't satisfy me, you should stay by my side recently."

Zhu Di doesn't like to call himself "I", so his words are mixed with my self-proclaimedness.
Chapter completed!