Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 107: His merits will last for generations, and his wife and son will be honored! (Subscribe)

After discussing some more things and finalizing the first batch of personnel and materials to be transferred from the Ministry of Industry, the heads of various departments went back.

It's almost the end of the year, and we need to prepare the summary of the year and the plan for next year.

Otherwise, by the end of the year when the grand court meeting comes and other departments are fully prepared but I know nothing about anything, His Majesty will not be happy about it.

At that time, being demoted and transferred would be the lightest punishment, but being imprisoned or beheaded would be the end of you.

After the ministers left, the two brothers Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui were also sent back home by their old man to pack up their things.

The two were still under house arrest, but today they were allowed to go out for some fresh air as an exception. After the fresh air, they would go back to pack up and prepare to go to their fiefdom or Zhongdu next year.

The imperial farm returned to its former tranquility. The old man was not in a hurry to go back and followed Zhu Zhanjun to the greenhouse.

As soon as you enter the row of greenhouses, the warm wind blows in and the cold air from outside disappears instantly.

"Wow, so many fruits and vegetables."

Zhu Zhanji, who was allowed in by the old man, looked at the endless shelves and pots in front of him, which were filled with various vegetables, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and said, "Whether we can make money this year depends on these things."

Zhu Zhanjun picked two red tomatoes, washed them in the sink next to him, and handed them to the old man and Zhu Zhanji.

"What kind of fruit is this? It's bright red and very pleasing to the eye."

When Zhu Zhanji saw Tomato, he asked in confusion.

As the grandson of the emperor, he considered himself knowledgeable, but this was the first time he had seen this kind of fruit.

"This thing is called a tomato. It's a fruit or vegetable. It tastes sour and sweet. Your grandma really likes to eat it."

The old man took a bite and his mouth was full of juice. The sour, sweet and crunchy feeling made his taste buds delighted.

"Tomato?" Zhu Zhanji held it and looked at it for a while, then suddenly thought of something and asked Zhu Zhanjun.

"Which continent did you find it from?"

Zhu Zhanjun, who was checking other seedlings, nodded and replied, "Yes, this is one of them."

Zhu Zhanjun pointed at the corn planted in the middle and said, "This is also one of them, but it is food."

Zhu Zhanji walked forward curiously and wanted to pick a corn cob.

"Snapped!"

The old man raised his hand and patted his hand, "Don't mess around, these are all seeds for next year. If you eat one, there will be one less. They are more valuable than gold."

Zhu Zhanji was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand, and at the same time asked the old man curiously: "Grandpa, you attach so much importance to it, are these things more abundant than rice and wheat?"

The old man straightened the corn leaves that Zhu Zhanji had knocked crooked, and said seriously: "Although rice and wheat are good, due to their low yields, they cannot feed all the people of the Ming Dynasty. Every year when famine breaks out, countless people will starve to death."

He pointed to the corn in front of him, and then pointed to the potatoes and sweet potatoes in the pond next to him.

"The high-yield crops that Zhanjun brought back can't become staple food like wheat and rice, but they can keep the people of Ming alive."

Zhu Zhanji was a little surprised. Are these three things really as good as the old man said?

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji was a little unconvinced, the old man saw that Zhu Zhanjun was busy with the gardener he was taking care of, so he did not disturb him and took Zhu Zhanji to the area where potatoes and sweet potatoes were planted.

At Zhu Zhanji's curiosity, the old man pointed to a large planting area in front of him and said, "The yield of these two kinds of crops is extremely high. If they are well cared for, they can produce about 5000 kilograms per acre."

"What, 5000 jin!"

Zhu Zhanji exclaimed in surprise. Although he had never been to the ground, he still knew the most basic common sense.

For example, the wheat grown in the Ming Dynasty only produced more than 200 kilograms per mu in fertile and well-maintained fields.

For those lands that are barren and poorly cared for, we should be thankful to be able to harvest seeds.

In his opinion, if the harvest from one acre of land could reach 500 kilograms, it would be considered a good omen.

But I didn't expect that my grandfather said that these things called potatoes and sweet potatoes can produce 5000 kilograms per acre.

Oh my God, 5000 kilograms, how much is that?

Zhu Zhanji swallowed his saliva and looked at the old man with some disbelief, "Grandpa, are you sure it's 5000 kilograms, and you didn't say an extra number?"

The old man glanced at him and said, "You think this is written, it is 5000 kilograms. We have estimated it many times."

Pointing to the planting area of ​​about five square meters in front of him, the old man said excitedly: "The harvest from this small area can be enough to feed a family of three for a whole winter." Zhu Zhanji widened his eyes.

If it is true as the old man said, then these potatoes and sweet potatoes are not seeds at all? They are simply divine objects sent down from heaven.

If all the people of the Ming Dynasty planted these things, would there still be people starving to death in the world?
By then every household’s granary will be full and the people can live and work in peace.

If the people have money and live a good life, the imperial court will naturally not be poor.

As he thought about it, Zhu Zhanji's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken.

He couldn't imagine how prosperous and powerful the Ming Dynasty was at that time. At that time...

As he was thinking about the exciting thing, he suddenly saw Zhu Zhanjun who was directing the gardeners and guards to open the curtains on the roof.

It seems that all this has nothing to do with him.

All of this was brought to you by my second younger brother. When the seeds are announced to the world in the future, no one will surpass the reputation of my second younger brother.

If the Ming Dynasty really became as rich as he imagined, the reputation of this second brother in front of him would surpass countless sages of ancient and modern times.

No matter how many wise men and powerful people there were in history, they were unable to solve the food problem for all the people in the world.

If Zhu Zhanjun had achieved this, then leaving his name in history would be a small matter. He might even be worshipped as the greatest saint in the world by the people.

Looking at Zhu Zhanji who fell silent for a moment, the old man sighed inwardly.

He knew that with his eldest grandson's intelligence, he had already figured out the future in his mind.

Patting Zhu Zhanji on the shoulder, the old man said slowly: "This is still the top secret of the Ming Dynasty. I don't plan to make it public before the official planting and harvest next year."

"Don't tell anyone when you go back, not even your parents, understand?"

Zhu Zhanji nodded silently.

He understood what the old man meant. He didn't want him to tell anyone else, but he brought him in anyway, which was a subtle reminder of the gap between them and the possibilities for the future.

"Why don't you eat it? Is it not tasty?"

Zhu Zhanjun came over after finishing his work and saw that Zhu Zhanji had not taken a bite of the tomato in his hand, so he asked with concern.

Zhu Zhanji came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head.

"I can't bear to eat something this good, so I plan to bring it back for my mother to try."

Zhu Zhanjun waved his hand and said, "No need. The first batch of vegetables has matured, but the quantity is small and we can't put them on the shelves. There are no good vegetables in the palace now. I'll have someone pick them and bring them back to the palace later."

"Send some more tomatoes. Your grandma has been craving for scrambled eggs with tomatoes for a long time." The old man's eyes lit up and he quickly reminded her.

After saying that, he looked at the potatoes again, recalled the taste of shredded potatoes, licked his lips and said, "Are there any cooked potatoes?"

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head: "It will take another half a month, but these are all seeds prepared for next year. Grandpa, are you sure you want to eat them?"

The old man felt a little regretful, but he also understood that if he ate one potato now, there would be several fewer seedlings next year.

The grandfather and his two grandchildren were strolling in the greenhouse, Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Zhanjun each holding a basket in their hands.

The old man did the same as the 0 Yuan Shopping. When he saw the vegetables he liked, he would pick them and throw them into the basket.

"I will try to come back before the crops are ripe next year. Remember to call all the dozen or so people under your command."

The old man plucked a few carrots and put them in Zhu Zhanjun's basket, and told Zhu Zhanjun: "I have discussed it with your grandmother and decided to make each of them an earl to show their merits."

"Those who died on the road and have sons can inherit the title of centurion. For those who have daughters but no sons, the court will provide for their upbringing. When they reach adulthood, if your grandmother and I are still alive, we will arrange marriages for them. The court will prepare dowries and other things. Our Zhu family will not mistreat the descendants of these meritorious people."

"If we are gone, let your father and mother take over this matter."

"Those who have no children will choose one of their direct descendants to adopt as their own, receive the reward, and carry on their family line."

"When the time comes, ask the rest of their family members if they are willing to go with you to Fengyang Prefecture. Each family will be rewarded with 100 acres of land, and as long as the Ming Dynasty exists, the main branch of their family will not be taxed."

"If they don't want to go to Fengyang Prefecture, the court will allocate land to them around them."

After listening to the old man's arrangements, Zhu Zhanjun quickly put the basket aside and saluted to the old man.

"On behalf of all my brothers, I, Zhu Zhanjun, would like to thank the emperor for his grace."

After thanking him, Zhu Zhanjun said to the old man: "Your Majesty's grace is as great as a mountain, but for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, please change some of the rewards."

(End of this chapter)