Chapter 295: Gong Can Become a Zen

When the emperor spoke, everyone immediately fell silent, followed silently behind His Majesty the Emperor.

But, everyone has a smile on their face.

Officials always have an inexplicable sense of pride.

They always believe that as long as the world develops according to their vision, the world will be peaceful.

When a monarch likes martial arts and even goes to the battlefield personally, they will think that this is the beginning of instability in the world.

A qualified monarch should be wise and restrained, trust them, and be close to farming and mulberry affairs.

Even most of the time, most of the income from mulberry farming goes into the pockets of these people.

So, when they saw the grandson of the Ming Dynasty's Supervisor Emperor, sticking his butt out and rolling up his trousers and sleeves, and the Shanglinyuan Supervisor officials who were also sticking their butts up to the sky, meticulously cutting sweet potatoes in the sweet potato field.

Everyone believes that this is the most meaningful expression of the Ming Dynasty, and its importance even far exceeds the unproven yield of twenty stones per mu.

And in the sweet potato field.

Zhu Yunxi, who bent down, smelled dirt in his nose, mixed with the pungent smell diluted with farmyard manure. His fair and clean hands were covered with dirt, and the gaps between his fingers were already black.

Because I have been bending down for a long time and moving a lot, the sweat on my face is dripping on the ground.

However, this gave Zhu Yunxi a great sense of security.

In only about four months, this sweet potato field that is not full of cuttings will be harvested for the first time.

Next year, Zhu Yunxi hopes to plant the entire foot of Shenlie Mountain with sweet potatoes. The next year, he will probably be able to plant the entire land around Yingtian City.

In three to five years, more than half of Zhili can be covered with sweet potatoes by planting sweet potato vine cuttings.

Yuan Sutai, who was cutting sweet potatoes on the opposite ridge, was more meticulous and attentive than Zhu Yunxi.

The sweet potato vine branches and leaves in the bamboo basket next to me are almost used up.

Yuan Sutai said loudly: "I never thought that a few sweet potato vines could plant so much land. I am wondering if I can wait until these sweet potato branches and leaves grow into sweet potato vines. The Shanglin Garden Supervisor can take the branches and leaves and make cuttings."

.In this way, I am confident that this sweet potato field can be planted with sweet potatoes this year.”

This is a matter of initiative.

Zhu Yunxi never thought that Yuan Sutai would so quickly come up with a plan to accelerate the expansion of sweet potato planting and expand the number of sweet potato seeds next year.

He pondered slightly and thought about it for a moment.

It will take more than a month for these cuttings of sweet potato branches and leaves to take root, sprout and spread, and it will take at most two months to cover the ground ridges.

If calculated based on this, it is very promising that this sweet potato field will be fully planted this year, and it is guaranteed to grow sweet potatoes.

After all, Yingtianfu is located in the south of the Yangtze River, and winter does not start as quickly as in the north. It is not impossible as long as more top dressing is added.

Zhu Yunxi immediately smiled: "This method is feasible. In fact, when the time comes, Jian Zheng can also try the sweet potato vines. Just add some oil and water and stir-fry, and it will be a delicious dish."

Can sweet potato vines be eaten?

Yuan Sutai hesitated for a moment, then looked down at the last sweet potato branches and leaves that had been cut into the ridge and had been poured with fertilizer and water.

"You mean, this sweet potato vine is also edible?"

Zhu Yuanzhang, with a smile on his face, stood behind the two of them with his hands behind his back, and asked curiously and somewhat doubtfully.

Zhu Yunxi frowned slightly: "After three or two months of picking leaves, if there are a few pieces of oil residue put in, it would be..."

Zhu Yunxi, who suddenly realized something was wrong, turned his head with a solemn expression, and saw his old man clasping his hands behind his back, leaning over and looking at him.

Behind the old man, there is also the prince and a group of court officials.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled: "What's the most important thing?"

"The most...the most delicious." Zhu Yunxi replied in a low voice, and then asked curiously: "Why did you leave the palace? And..."

As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi looked at the group of officials behind with greasy smiles in confusion.

"His merit is greater than that of the three emperors, and his virtue is greater than that of the five emperors." Zhu Yuanzhang's face darkened, he straightened his body, and stared deeply at Zhu Yunxi who was squatting in front of him: "If the Ming Dynasty really produces twenty dan per month, my Ming Dynasty can surpass it in merit and deeds.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Ming Dynasty can also restart the practice of Zen!"

As the old man spoke.

When Zhu Yunxi saw a group of officials behind him, they immediately waved their sleeves neatly, and their expressions suddenly became solemn and solemn. They were all high-spirited and upright. Then they behaved calmly and rigorously, bowing down meticulously, joining their hands and raising their arms high, covering their heads.<

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"My great-grandson is wise and has found good seeds. The country is lucky and has benefited the people. The merits of the world have made the Ming Dynasty prosperous without borders. On the day of good harvest, the Ming Dynasty can be called Zen."

Feng Chan...

Zhu Yunxi's eyes moved slightly.

It was obvious that the old man and the officials in front of them heard that he had obtained sweet potato seeds from the barbarian merchants today, and probably also heard what he said in Shanglinyuan Prison about the yield of twenty dan per mu.

So they were all moved and wanted to come and take a look in person to confirm whether the auspicious event of twenty dan per mu would occur in the Ming Dynasty.

As for Feng Chan.

If he could really produce twenty stones per mu, Ming Dynasty would be able to ascend Mount Tai to become a Zen monk with such great merit.

It will also change the situation when a certain emperor turns the state-of-the-art civil society ceremony such as the Feng Chan into a family show.

Just the matter of twenty dan per mu seems to have been finalized.

Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but look back at the sweet potato field behind him, and couldn't help but feel lucky. Fortunately, this was talking about sweet potatoes and not other crops.

Zhu Yuanzhang turned around and waved his hands to the courtiers: "The country is governed by people, and it is like nectar from heaven. If the world is not harmonious, the world will not be peaceful."

Zhan Hui and others immediately echoed, and then said that the Ming Dynasty now has political control and people, and even if the sky does not drop nectar, there can still be such auspicious additions as sweet potatoes in the world.

This is the duty of a minister.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and shook his head, grabbed Zhu Yunxi's wrist, and the grandfather and grandson walked into the sweet potato field.

Looking at the sweet potato vines planted in this area, Zhu Yuanzhang chuckled and said: "When the sweet potatoes grow vine leaves here, you have to make a sweet potato leaf vegetable for grandpa. Grandpa also wants to taste it. Is it as good as you?"

It’s as delicious as I said.”

Zhu Yunxi nodded: "My grandson is actually just hearing about it. I never imagined that I could actually find sweet potatoes."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yunxi glanced at the officials scattered in the other fields.

He suddenly created a reward and brought the items on the reward to Shanglinyuan Prison.

Even though these people, including the old man, have never spoken out, they must be wondering why they know these things even though they are from the Central Plains.

Sure enough.

Zhu Yuanzhang pretended to be puzzled, and then asked casually: "Such high-yielding crops are just hearsay?"

As the emperor opened his mouth to ask, the officials in the surrounding fields all looked sideways.

Those present are all knowledgeable people who have read all the ancient and modern books in the world.

If there really were such things as sweet potatoes, Ming Dynasty would have found them long ago.

Zhu Yunxi nodded affirmatively: "Speaking of which, my grandson has to thank grandpa for allowing his grandson to go to Jiaozhi Road in the 25th year of Hongwu."

Before Zhu Yuanzhang could speak, Zhan Hui, the official minister in the middle of the ridge next door, immediately asked: "Your Highness, does this sweet potato have anything to do with Jiaozhi Road?"

Zhu Yunxi nodded and shook his head: "Although sweet potatoes are not native to Jiaozhi Road, they can be found today, but they are also related to Jiaozhi Road."

Zhan Hui looked curious: "Please ask Your Highness to wait for my release."

"Grandpa, you know that if you go south along the Jiaozhi Road, there are many islands connected to each other, right?" Zhu Yunxi glanced at the officials and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with a smile.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said: "There are many islands in Nanyang, interspersed with straits."

"That's it." Zhu Yunxi said with a smile: "In recent years, many merchants from the land of Europe have sailed to the East. The seas were unstable, and many merchant fleets were destroyed and fled to many islands in the South China Sea.

When my grandson went to Jiaozhi Road with the army, he also accidentally obtained a book of records of barbarian merchants, and only then did he know about these miraculous crops."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yunxi quickly glanced at everyone present.

Then he added: "Unfortunately, the record book is very old. After my grandson got it, he just flipped through it once and it was completely destroyed. In a hurry, my grandson could only write down the few rewards.

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When everyone heard this explanation, they couldn't help but sigh in unison, feeling sorry for those things that must not have been written down by the grandson.

Zhan Huize pondered for a moment, frowned and sighed softly: "In this way, it is my great luck to the Ming Dynasty. If the record is not discovered by His Highness, I am afraid it will turn into dust soon. Thinking about it this way, it is really a blessing from God.

I, the Ming Dynasty, protect my people in the Central Plains!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "So, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles should be the truth."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang reached out and patted Zhu Yunxi on the shoulder, his eyes filled with uncontrollable satisfaction: "You did a good job."

Zhu Yunxi nodded modestly and declined.

At this time, among the officials accompanying him, Yu Xin, the left minister of the Ministry of Revenue, who had been keeping a low profile for the past two years, suddenly crossed two or three ridges and arrived in front of Zhu Yunxi.

I saw Yu Xin bowing his hands and saying in a deep voice: "May I ask Your Highness, can these sweet potatoes really yield twenty dan per mu? Is this also what is recorded in the records found by Your Highness? If the sweet potatoes enter our Central Plains and the soil and water are not suitable, the yield per mu will be reduced.

Will it be affected?"

This is the key question.

How much can the sweet potato yield per mu be achieved?

In fact, most people present believed that as long as the yield of sweet potatoes could reach sixty or seven shi per mu, they would dare to encourage the emperor to go to Mount Tai to become a Buddhist monk.

Fengchan is the highest honor and praise for a king.

But at the same time, it is also a praise and honor for the king’s ministers!

However, before Zhu Yunxi could answer, Yuan Sutai, the supervisor of Shanglinyuan who was following him, had already stood up under the unexpected gaze of everyone.

Yuan Sutai, who is covered in mud and dressed in coarse linen clothes, does not look like a third-grade official from the Ming Dynasty.

It might as well be that he is just an old farmer hired by the Shanglinyuan Supervisory Office.
To be continued...