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

Chapter 141 Auspiciousness and prosperity come

The sun gradually moved westward, and the ten acres of wheat that had been selected had been harvested.

Fatty Zhu was so tired that he was panting. He looked at the threshing floor and asked, "How long will it take?"

Xia Yuanji, who didn't even know where to throw his official hat, didn't care about the sweat and dust on his face, and hurriedly replied: "Wait a little longer, there's still a little."

Not only Zhu Pangpang was anxious, but Empress Xu, who was wearing casual clothes beside her, also closed her eyes and kept chanting "ancestors may bless you".

Although she knew that there were more high-yield crops that had not yet been harvested, she was still very much looking forward to this wheat.

She understood her husband's difficulties best. The successive famines in various places and the constant military operations in the north and south were severely depleting the foundation of the Ming Dynasty.

The imperial court was short of everything, but the most lacking was food.

The imperial court needs food for disaster relief, the army needs food for war, and officials need food to pay their salaries.

Every year at the end of the year when we settle the accounts, my husband is so worried that he can’t sleep.

Her husband was a horseman, but now he was worried about food for everyone in the world. Empress Xu saw this and felt heartbroken.

When Zhu Zhanjun told them about the high yield of grain that night and let them see it with their own eyes.

Her husband was so happy that he almost didn't sleep all night. He held her in his arms like a little child and laughed heartily.

Now, after nearly half a year of waiting, the first batch of results are finally about to appear.

Empress Xu couldn't help but think how happy her husband would be when he heard the good news of the bumper wheat harvest.

But while she was looking forward to it, she was also a little confused.

Didn’t they say they only brought potatoes, sweet potatoes and corn? Then where did this high-yield wheat come from?

Although she was confused, she did not ask.

Just as her husband said, the second grandson has many secrets, and any one of these secrets can make the Ming Dynasty prosperous and strong.

As an elder and a beneficiary, it's okay to be curious, but don't try to reveal these secrets.

Once a person's secret is revealed, even if the relationship between the two people is very close, it will be separated.

He didn't want to lose this grandson, so he told Empress Xu that as long as these secrets were good for the Ming Dynasty, it didn't matter whether they knew them or not.

"All threshing is done."

A loud shout interrupted Empress Xu's thoughts. Supported by her daughter-in-law and second grandson, she walked over with Zhu Pangpang and others.

There were ten piles of burlap on the threshing floor, each pile representing an acre of wheat.

"My goodness, this must be at least 700 kilograms."

Some people with good eyesight estimated the approximate weight at a glance and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Seven hundred, haha, you think it's too little. According to my many years of experience, it's at least around eight hundred kilograms. The one at the edge might be a thousand kilograms."

"Oh my god, it's a thousand pounds!"

Amidst bursts of exclamations, Xia Yuanji personally took the abacus account book and weighed and recorded each bag together with several officials from the Ministry of Revenue.

When the first pile was weighed, everyone held their breath and looked at Xia Yuanji who was calculating the accounts, waiting for the number he would say.

After finishing the last stroke, Xia Yuanji looked at the number and his breathing quickened.

He had seen a lot of high-yield crops in the space, but he always felt that they were a bit fake. Now that he grew them himself in reality, the fake feeling in his mind finally became true.

"Old Xia, how much is it?"

Jian Yi rubbed his hands anxiously and wanted to go forward to take a look, but he couldn't move.

He was afraid that the numbers he would see would scare him, and he was also afraid that he would be disappointed if the numbers did not reach his ideal number.

"Yes, Minister Xia, please tell me quickly."

"Is it seven hundred kilograms?"

Others also urged him.

"Be quiet, don't disturb Minister Xia."

A burst of noise came into his ears, and Xia Yuanji slowly came to his senses and turned to look at Fatty Zhu, Empress Xu and others.

Looking at Xia Yuanji whose body was trembling slightly, Zhu Pangpang knew in his heart that the number might be beyond his imagination.

Zhu Pangpang opened his mouth, and he obviously had a lot to say, but after he opened his mouth, there were only two words: "How much?" "848 pounds!"

Xia Yuanji hesitantly reported a number.

The surroundings were instantly silent. The densely packed crowd did not make a single sound. The only sound left was the whistling wind.

"848 pounds."

Everyone was repeating this in their mind, a number they dared not even think about.

Although many people speculate that it is more than 800 pounds, that is just an expectation. No one actually has an idea of ​​how much it really weighs.

Now that we finally heard this number, we all found it a little hard to believe it for a moment.

"God bless the Ming Dynasty!"

Someone roared, and deafening cheers rang out instantly.

"Long live the Ming Dynasty! God bless the Ming Dynasty!"

"Ancestors bless you."

Cheers and shouts rang out, and some people even hugged each other excitedly and laughed out loud.

848 is not a simple number; it is the hope for the rise of the Ming Dynasty and the expectation of countless people to have enough food to eat.

Zhu Pangpang stood there in a daze, repeating 848 over and over. As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, but tears flowed from his eyes.

"Mom, did you hear that? 848."

He looked back at Empress Xu and spoke with sobs.

Empress Xu nodded vigorously and reached out to wipe her son's tears. "Mother heard it, good boy, mother heard it."

"Woooooooo..."

Zhu Pangpang couldn't bear it any longer, and he covered his face and cried loudly.

When the officials around saw the prince crying, no one thought it was impolite. Instead, they thought that this was the prince's true nature.

At the same time, they also understood in their hearts what it would bring to the Ming Dynasty once the high-yield method of growing such wheat was determined.

The Yongle period, when high grain yields appeared, and the period when the future crown prince ascends the throne will become prosperous times in history that will never be replaced.

The two names of Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi will become the objects of admiration of countless emperors.

"Auspicious signs have arrived, and a prosperous era has arrived. We, the officials, congratulate Your Majesty, the Crown Prince, the whole world, and the Ming Dynasty!"

Under the leadership of Jian Yi, everyone except Empress Xu knelt on the ground and loudly congratulated Zhu Pangpang.

When the people outside heard the real numbers and the congratulations from the officials inside, they also knelt on the ground, facing the center and shouting loudly.

Finally, everyone's voices merged together.

"Auspicious signs are coming, a prosperous era is coming, the Ming Dynasty will prosper, prosper, prosper!"

Hearing the congratulations, Zhu Pangpang was deeply moved.

He glanced at the ministers and saw his second son at the front.

Noticing the look his father was giving him, Zhu Zhanjun showed an innocent smile on his face and saluted his father with his fists clasped.

Looking at his son, the smile on Zhu Pangpang's face widened.

At the same time, he also understood why his father doted on his second son especially after his second son came back and neglected Zhu Zhanji, whom he had been cultivating.

This child is talented, courageous, and capable, and he also knows when and to whom to give glory.

If the eldest son had accomplished such a thing today, he would probably be extremely happy and shout loudly that he had solved the stomach problem of everyone in the Ming Dynasty.

But his second son did not feel complacent at this moment, nor did he show off to others. He just stood in the crowd with a smile and congratulated his father.

Looking at his second son who finished congratulating and continued to weigh other grains with Xia Yuanji and others, Zhu Pangpang suddenly remembered a sentence.

"Good saintly grandson, he will bring prosperity to three generations!"

Thinking about his eldest son and then looking at his second son, Zhu Pangpang began to question this statement.

(End of this chapter)