Yuan Sutai, who had been crying for a while, suddenly squatted down from the crowd like a madman, pushed aside the crowd blocking his eyes, and rushed out.

I saw the official hat on his head and the official robe on his body, which were already in a mess.

But Yuan Sutai seemed to be unaware, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he looked towards the emperor's position.

"Your Majesty! I have grown thirty dan of grain!"

"The minister's seed is out!"

"I... live up to my mission..."

Yuan Sutai moved his hands wildly, and rushed to Zhu Yunxi in a rolling and crawling manner. With a cloud of dust and smoke, he stopped in front of him.

Yuan Sutai's eyes were filled with tears of excitement, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably as he raised his head.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

"The minister's seed is out!"

Zhu Yunxi had a smile on his face, nodded slightly, and then turned sideways silently.

Yuan Sutai raised his arms and wiped his face randomly, and then he took three steps and two steps to reach Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes.

With a pop, he knelt down in front of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, the minister is here!"

"Shanglinyuan oversees a sweet potato yield of thirty shi per mu and three dou, two taels and seven cents!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was also filled with excitement and nodded repeatedly: "Okay! Good, good, good!"

Around the sweet potato pile.

When all the officials saw Yuan Sutai behaving like this, no one would think that Yuan Sutai was trying to flatter him.

Yu Xin, the Minister of Household Affairs, was even more sharp-eyed. He snatched the record text from the hands of the official responsible for recording the sweet potato yield in Shanglinyuan Supervisor, and then ran over here.

Following the actions of Yuan Sutai and Yu Xin, all the officials turned around in unison, not daring to fall behind.

There was a clang.

Yu Xin, who was holding the production record text tightly in his hands, knelt heavily on the ground with his legs, and because of the previous sprint, his whole body slid forward a long way, and actually slid all the way to Yuan Sutai's side.

Plop.

Yu Xin was already holding the production record in both hands, and he prostrated himself in front of the emperor.

"I, Yu Xin, lend a record of the sweet potato yield of thirty shi per mu to the saint."

"In the Ming Dynasty, there was a supervisor named Shang Lin Yuan who cultivated sweet potatoes and produced thirty shi per mu. His merits were immeasurable and he benefited the country and the people. The merit is due to the saints, who benefited all the people. The Ming Dynasty will be prosperous for thousands of generations."

"I beg the saint, instruct the ink pen, express my will, sacrifice to the heaven and the earth, and burn the altar to the sky."

Yu Xin shouted loudly, which almost shook the shores of Pipa Lake.

A group of officials from the DPRK and the Central Government who followed also fell to the ground and knelt down one after another.

"The ministers and others seconded the proposal, praying to the saints, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, and burning the altar to heaven."

Ren Hengtai, who had dodged his waist, finally followed with Ru Yu's support. The place in front was already occupied by his colleagues, so he could only grit his teeth and support his waist while kneeling behind him.

When Yu Xin shouted out the words of a saint and asked the emperor to worship heaven and earth and burn the altar to heaven, Ren Hengtai couldn't help but be stunned.

Ru Yu knelt on the ground and was covered by a green robe in front of her. Then she turned to look at Ren Hengtai: "This is a matter for the Ministry of Rites."

"Let him be in front. The current situation is very wrong. Some people know it well, some are pretending to be deaf and dumb, and some are just following the crowd. Don't be impatient at this time, just wait and see what happens."

A dull voice sounded.

Ru Yu frowned immediately. She looked at Ren Hengtai beside her to make sure it was not him who spoke, and her brows furrowed even more.

Ren Hengtai turned to look at Ru Rui, and then his eyes deepened and he moved away from Ru Rui's face.

Rujun turned her head sharply.

Then he saw Zhai Shan, the new official minister, kneeling on his other side, looking calmly at Yu Xin and others who were still admonishing him in front.

As if feeling the gazes around him, Zhai Shan turned his head and looked at Ru Yu and Ren Hengtai, with a slight smile on his lips.

Ren Hengtai secretly bumped into Ru Yu on the other side.

Ru Yu steadied her body, looked at Zhai Shan calmly, and then smiled slightly: "I haven't drunk the tea in the official's office for a few days. I wonder if Zhai Shangshu won't like it if I come to ask for it.

A cup of tea?"

Zhai Shan shook his head and whispered: "There are not many tea leaves in the Ministry of official affairs, but there are not many. The Pearl Spring on Dingshan Mountain in Jiangbei is delivered every day."

Ru Yu smiled silently, tensed her body, raised her hands and cupped them towards Zhai Shan.

At this time, Zhai Shan had already turned his head and looked forward.

In front of the field ridge.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao sat side by side on the field ridge, and Zhu Yunxi stood beside the old man.

The production record text in the hands of Yu Xinxin, Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, has been taken over by Zhu Yunxi and sent to the old man's hands.

At this time, Yu Xin slapped his hands on the ground: "The sweet potato yield is thirty dan per mu, and the most productive land in the Ming Dynasty today only has a yield of only three to five dan per mu. The yield increased tenfold. The Ming Dynasty will

Only half of the current land can feed hundreds of millions of people in the world!

I have read all the history books but have never seen or heard of such merits and deeds. This is the great fortune of our Ming Dynasty, and it is also the merits and deeds of our great Ming sage, the Son of Heaven. The sage is in charge of the country, expresses gratitude to heaven and earth, bestows blessings, and bless our country.

The ministers and others will beg again, and the saints will offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, and burn the sky."

"I second the proposal and beg the sage for permission."

Immediately after Yu Xin, there were hundreds of officials shouting in support of begging.

Zhu Yunxi stood aside, looked at the shouting courtiers, and then silently looked back at the old man and his father.

I saw my father frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The old man's face had an unnatural rosy glow, but he did not speak. Instead, he opened his mouth and looked at the courtiers in front of him, then lowered his head to look at the record in his hand.

Later, Zhu Yunxi's brows gradually wrinkled.

The sacrifice to heaven and earth that Yu Xin begged for was to hold a grand ceremony at the Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Earth to show the emperor's merits.

And burning Biao Gaotian means to become a Zen!

Worship the heaven and earth and enshrine Zen.

This is their purpose at this moment.

Just...

When would civil servants be so willing and proactive that they want the king to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth?

Such grand ceremonies have always symbolized the strengthening of imperial power. When sage kings were in power, the ministers could only bow their heads and be willing to be like cows and horses.

No minister hopes that in addition to the Shangguan of the same birth, there is a sage emperor with endless authority above his head.

Not one!

Yu Xin not only stole the job of the Ministry of Rites, but also encouraged all the officials present to deify the emperor and make the emperor's authority more important.

Zhu Yunxi had some thoughts and hesitations in his mind for no reason.

Seeing these officials in front of me again, the old man never nodded or spoke, before he was about to invite three more people.

Zhu Yunxi immediately coughed lightly.

He coughed very hard and loudly.

As a result, Yu Xin, Wang Jun and others who were about to speak closed their mouths for no reason, raised their heads and showed confusion.

With a smile on his face, Zhu Yunxi glanced at Yuan Sutai, who was closest to him, and then turned to look at the old man.

He bowed slightly and said: "Grandpa, this time the Ming Dynasty can produce sweet potatoes with a yield of thirty shi per mu. My grandson thinks it is a great joy and a great merit. The merit will last for generations to come and benefit the common people."

This is nonsense.

After just talking nonsense, Zhu Yunxi changed the subject and turned to look at Yuan Sutai, who was already crazy with joy: "This sweet potato yield of 30 shi per mu has been greatly contributed by Yuan Jianzheng and Shanglinyuan Supervisor and the officials and ministers."
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"If there were not a team of officials working in the Shanglin Garden who worked hard in the fields day and night. And if we had this sandy land, cultivated intensively, and served day and night, my grandson feels that there would not be such a high yield per mu."

"Today our court has received a good news, and my grandson thought that he should be the first to reward the ministers of Shanglinyuan Supervisor, and not let the ministers be rewarded for their merits, so as to show that our court's rewards and punishments are measured, fair and upright."

Yu Xin, Wang Jun and other officials who were kneeling at the front did not feel much at first listening to Zhu Yunxi's words.

But the further he listened, the more his brows furrowed.

In the end, the officials who had various ideas and thoughts to persuade could not help but shout in their hearts.

The grandson wants to do something bad.

After Zhu Yunxi finished speaking, he bowed to the old man again.

I just want to do bad things!

His words were almost like a slap in the face to everyone.
To be continued...