Daming heir

Chapter 217 Cotton and the Unlucky Ren Hengtai
Zhu Yunxi searched for a while with his eyes, but he never saw what he wanted.

He had to turn his head to look at Yuan Sutai, the right supervisor of Shanglin Court Supervisor.

"Does Yuan Jianzheng know that the Shanglin Yuan prison is enough to grow weaving shells?"

Yuan Sutai's eyes lit up, and he raised his brows and said, "The grandson is talking about Zhehua?"

The weaving shell in Zhu Yunxi's mouth is cotton.It was the name of cotton during the Han and Wei Dynasties.The Zhejiang flower mentioned by Yuan Sutai is also the collective name for cotton in Jiangsu and Zhejiang at this time.

Seeing that Yuan Sutai understood what he was talking about, Zhu Yunxi nodded.

In fact, cotton has been popular and planted in Central China a long time ago.

And the white fold cloth made of cotton is even more valuable, and it can be enjoyed by those who are either rich or noble.

Just because of various reasons, there is no large-scale planting.

In the former Song Dynasty, after Huang Daopo improved the loom, there was only a small amount of planting in Jiangnan and other places.

For example, in Hunan and other places, cotton is called Jianghua.In Hebei and other places, it was also called Beihua.In the area of ​​Jiangsu and Zhejiang where Yingtian City is located, it is also called the Zhejiang Flower that Yuan Sutai said.

It's just that the main people of the imperial court weaving Yamen in Hangzhou have always been silk. In addition to the long-standing habits of the Central Plains, cotton has not been used and planted on a large scale until now.

Yuan Sutai saw that he was right, so he smiled and said: "The weaving shells are also planted in Shanglin Yuanjian, but although the cotton produced by this thing is as white as snow, soft and delicate, it is not easy to get the seeds, and the weaving is white. Folding cloth is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Therefore, Shanglin Yuanjian only planted a small amount, and there is a piece of land not far in front."

Seeing that the supervisor of Shanglin Garden really planted cotton, Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but secretly rejoiced.

At this time, because of silk, people have not yet developed the process of weaving cotton seeds efficiently and quickly, but he understands!

During this period of time, he took time out of his busy schedule to produce compound fertilizers, and now Shanglin Garden Superintendent has also brought back new grains from southern Xinjiang because of his words last year.

This is to solve the food problem of the people of Ming Dynasty.

Now, as long as the function of cotton is thoroughly discovered, the problem of Ming people's clothing to keep warm can be solved.

Eat well and dress warmly.

Most of the time, these two points are the purest and simplest pursuit of the people in this land.

In this room, Zhu Yunxi had already signaled Yuan Sutai to take him to see the cotton field.

Sun Cheng behind followed hesitantly, and whispered: "Third Lord, it's getting late."

Always go back to the palace after nightfall, if you do too much, it's always bad news.

Zhu Yunxi just snorted, but didn't respond to Sun Cheng's worries.

In a short while, the group of people arrived at a cotton field that had just been planted under the eyes, and the height was just up to the calf position.

At this time, Yuan Sutai had already brought a bucket of water from the side.

He walked up to Zhu Yunxi, glanced at the muddy water on Zhu Yunxi's legs, and said in a low voice, "Your grandson can wash it off."

Zhu Yunxi never cared about his face, so he sat on the side of the soil slope and ridge, washed his legs, and asked Yuan Sutai, who was waiting beside him: "How many weaving shells are planted by the supervisor of Shanglin Garden?"

Yuan Sutai replied: "There are about ten mu of land planted this year."

Zhu Yunxi asked again: "How about the output?"

"Last year, the yield of one mu of land was one stone and eight."

Zhu Yunxi calculated in his mind that the yield per mu was less than 250 catties, because at the time his family had dry land to grow cotton, so he clearly remembered that the yield per mu was about [-] catties at that time.

However, considering the current seeds and planting methods, it can be regarded as a high yield if it can weigh [-] to [-] catties.

Even if the weight of the seeds is removed, ten quilts can be made from one acre of cotton.

When Zhu Yunxi thought of the quilt that weighed ten kilograms since he was a child, the warmth of being wrapped in a real way is still unforgettable.

As long as a family plants one mu a year, it is enough for the family to change quilts in four seasons.

He has even extended his association to the problem of using cotton to make cotton armor.

The northern region is bitterly cold, and the soldiers in the army basically can only guard the Great Wall and the fortresses outside the Great Wall to survive the winter.The combat effectiveness in winter also plummeted almost visible to the naked eye.

On the contrary, those herdsmen and enemies on the grassland, probably because they are used to the cold in the north, would harass Daming from time to time in winter.

What was the war about?
Hitting is a logistics.

With the development of firearms, the way of warfare will increasingly rely on the advanced level of military formations and weapons.

Yuan Sutai looked at the emperor's grandson frowning and thinking to himself, lowered his head and wiped off the water stains on his feet with his clothes, put on his boots, he approached cautiously, and whispered: "The grandson thinks weaving shells can be of great use. ?”

There is no shortage of things to keep warm in the palace in winter.

Seeing that Zhu Yunxi valued it so much, Yuan Sutai felt that it would be of great use.

Zhu Yunxi tilted his head and looked at Yuan Sutai: "One mu of land can produce more than 100 catties. As long as one mu of land is planted, it is enough for a farmer to make quilts to keep warm in winter."

Yuan Sutai was stunned: "Weaving shellfish into bedding is very cumbersome..."

Zhu Yunxi waved his hand: "This matter is not for you to go to the Linyuan prison. I just thought that these weaving shells are similar to the kapok, and the flowers in full bloom are as white as snow. As long as the seeds are removed from this cotton and made into bedding, I am afraid that the people of Ming Dynasty There is no longer any time to endure the cold."

Yuan Sutai felt that the grandson of the emperor had gone to Zhejiang Province to relieve the snow disaster last winter, and he said this because he saw with his own eyes how the people endured the cold.

He nodded and said, "That's true."

Zhu Yunxi had already put on his boots at this time, stood up and clapped his hands: "That's it for today, I have something to tell you before returning to the palace."

Yuan Sutai immediately bowed and clasped his fists: "Please show me your grandson."

"This year, the Shanglin Yuanjian left all the cotton seeds, and we will buy more seeds from the people. After the spring of next year, they will be planted in the forest and dry land around Yingtianfu."

Yuan Sutai's expression froze: "The minister takes orders!"

Zhu Yunxie said again: "This year's cotton is also left to Gu. If these two things are done well, Gu will be credited to Supervisor Lin Yuan."

Yuan Sutai suppressed the turmoil in his heart, bowed and saluted without hesitation, and agreed wholeheartedly.

If it weren't for the lack of support in the court, who would be willing to be an official in a place that has never been eye-catching like Shanglin Yuanjian? In a year, there will be no shortage of food, and there is really not much oil and water.

Yuan Sutai had already started to imagine that in the future, he would be able to leave the Shanglin Court Prison because of his meritorious service, and he would be able to stand on top of the court.

……

"Zhan Shangshu, what do you think about this matter!"

"Today, I must have an explanation!"

In a tea room with the lights on, Zhan Hui, Minister of the Ministry of Officials and Zuodu Yushi of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, sat in front of him with a sullen face, Ren Hengtai, the left servant of the Ministry of Rites who kept spitting.

Ren Hengtai's face was flushed at this time, his eyes were almost burning with anger, and he kept patting the table between the two of them.

It seems that as long as possible, he can use his eyes to slap the official minister in front of him.

With a gloomy face, Zhan Hui endured the irritability in his heart, and waited until Ren Hengtai stopped yelling and started drinking tea because he was thirsty.

He hummed quietly and said: "You go to this official to ask for an explanation, and who does this official go to to ask for an explanation?"

Zhan Hui felt that he was the one who needed an explanation the most.

His appointment as Hengtai was just about to be impeached by the censors. Now who is an official in the court, who has not been impeached by the censors and speech officials.

But he, Zhan Hui, is not only the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, but also the Zuodu Censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so he can't take charge of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and control who those damned censors will impeach and who will not.

Doesn't he need an explanation more than Ren Hengtai.

Ren Hengtai doesn't care about this issue now, and after drinking three cups of tea to moisten his throat, he continued: "Zhan Shangshu is in charge of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and now the gang of censors are not only because of the two years old of the Wa Kingdom. The envoys came to the court to initiate impeachment, and tomorrow they will impeach me at the court meeting. Doesn’t Shangshu Zhan understand their intentions?"

Zhan Hui glanced lightly at Ren Hengtai who was furious in front of him. He knew what the intentions of those censors were, but he was unwilling to make it clear.

Ren Hengtai saw that Zhan Hui began to put on an attitude of staying out of the matter, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "They want the position of the chief examiner of this examination! As long as I impeach me and let me get involved in lawsuits, they will be able to take the position of today's examiner in front of His Majesty. The seat of the chief examiner of the national examination!"

Ren Hengtai felt that he was probably the unluckiest person this year.

Originally, he expected to survive for a few years and get the position of Minister of Rites.

Unexpectedly, just after the end of this year, His Majesty decreed to open Enke.This put his plan involuntarily into the fast lane.

As long as I sit as the chief examiner of the current subject examination, run the current subject examination smoothly, select talents for the country, and when I look back and reward my merits, I must be promoted to a higher level. The seat of Minister of Rites that has been vacant for a long time.

Unexpectedly, those goddamn censors started to bite at the Ministry of Rites like mad dogs, and now there are rumors that they will impeach themselves in the morning tomorrow.

Zhan Hui looked at Ren Hengtai helplessly: "It's just a delay of one or two years. Your Majesty has no intention of choosing another Minister of Rites. Didn't you originally want to take advantage of the merits of the chief examiner of this subject to be the Minister of Rites?" The seat. This is an accident, and patience is the right way."

Ren Hengtai stared at Zhan Hui and said dissatisfiedly, "If I hadn't opened Enke this year, I wouldn't have thought about it. It's just that now that I have the opportunity, how can you let me live in peace?"

Zhan Hui looked quietly at Ren Hengtai, who was so anxious because of the position of Minister of Rites, that he even ignored the court rules and came to him so late at night.

He shook his head and sighed: "Haven't you noticed that the wind direction in the court is changing?"

Seeing what Zhan Hui said, Ren Hengtai, who was originally going to be directly impeached by Yushi tomorrow morning, couldn't help but look at Zhan Hui with some hesitation.

Ren Hengtai glanced out the empty window, moved closer, and said in a low voice, "Did you mean...the Lion Mountain..."

Zhan Hui frowned: "This matter, I have already stayed out of it. No matter what His Majesty does, I am a subject of Your Majesty. I will do whatever Your Majesty wants me to do."

Ren Hengtai's eyes flickered constantly, silently staring at the Minister of the Ministry of Officials who suddenly said this in front of him.

Zhan Hui said quietly: "You don't know what Zhejiang Dao is doing now, right? Your Majesty's intention to carry out the world is also imperative. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there will be people in the ruling and opposition parties, and many people are dissatisfied. The harder the fight at this time, the worse it will be when His Majesty settles the score later."

Ren Hengtai shrank his head, feeling that the position of Minister of Rites is not as important as his own head.

He said in a low voice: "So tomorrow, XX will be impeached by those gods?"

But Zhan Hui glanced at Ren Hengtai again, and asked indifferently: "You are made of mud? How can the majestic Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Dynasty be impeached by others at will?"

Ren Hengtai groaned and leaned back: "Tomorrow, a certain person will cry out for injustice in the hall!"

After speaking, he stared at Zhan Hui's reaction.

Zhan Hui smiled silently, holding the teacup, and began to drink lightly and leisurely.

(End of this chapter)