The yield of sweet potatoes is thirty kilograms per mu. It is only thanks to Yuan Sutai, the supervisor of Shanglin Garden, and the others, who put more effort and thought into serving these sweet potatoes than they do to serve me, and also because of the sandy land of Lake Pipa, that we can have such a high yield per mu. Produced.

If it were placed elsewhere, it’s unclear how much output could be produced.

Everyone can carry the sedan chair, and everyone can say good things, and no one doesn't like to hear it.

But these people in front of me are officials of the Ming Dynasty. They should not say such kind words, and they should not even have them in their hearts.

The higher the praise, the harder the fall will be.

How many emperors were actually able to do something good, but in the end due to various reasons, they ended up with a reputation for success. If the king himself had his own reasons, could it be that the faults of those flattering and supportive officials could be avoided?

The reason why Wei Zheng is Wei Zheng.

It was because he was able to give the emperor a heavy blow when Li Shimin was at his most arrogant and pour a bucket of cold water on the hot-headed emperor.

The current officials of the Ming Dynasty have begun to develop in the direction of becoming yes-men and flattering their superiors.

This is dangerous.

Zhu Yunxi had to be vigilant.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had never spoken before, finally let out a long sigh and reached out to pat his knee.

Then a smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hand and waved the sweet potato yield record text in his hand.

Under the expectant eyes of officials.

The smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face gradually disappeared again.
Chapter completed!