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

Chapter 142 New Farmhand Wooden House (Subscription Request)

"The second pile, 867 pounds!"

"Hahaha... even more than the last one."

"The third pile..."

Every time the weight of a pile is announced, it instantly causes cheers.

Until the last pile, which was the one with the most, everyone held their breath, quietly waiting for Xia Yuanji to settle the account.

Xia Yuanji came to Zhu Pangpang holding the account book.

Zhu Pangpang also looked at him, swallowing nervously.

"How many?"

Xia Yuanji's lips trembled a few times, and he choked up and said, "One thousand one hundred and twenty-eight kilograms."

The whole scene was instantly boiling; the number was beyond their imagination.

"You heard it, right? You all heard it. Just now I said it was 1000 kilograms, and you laughed at me. How about now? Do you accept it? I just want to ask you whether you accept it or not."

The man who had just said Qian Jin and was laughed at, raised his chin high and pointed at the people around him who were laughing at him arrogantly.

The people around him had no time to pay attention to him. They were so excited that they were talking incoherently and hugging the people around them and cheering.

Fortunately, the women were protected by their parents and brothers, otherwise they would have suffered today.

"Quick, pick the best wheat ears and wheat and go to the Taimiao to offer sacrifices to our ancestors."

Zhu Pangpang came back to his senses from his excitement and hurriedly called Xia Yuanji and others to take the things to offer sacrifices to the ancestors.

This is also an old tradition of the Yanhuang people. If there is any good news, they must inform their ancestors as soon as possible.

I guess it's to tell our ancestors that your help was not in vain, as we have received it.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at Zhu Pangpang and others who were picking wheat ears one by one, and he wanted to laugh.

Also notify the ancestors. The ancestors are always watching, so there is no need for you to notify them.

"Hahaha, our Ming Dynasty should be passed down for thousands of years!"

Old Zhu, who was looking at the scene outside in the space, put his hands on his waist and laughed out loud.

Isn't it for this day that he works so hard to farm in space?

Now that the harvest has reached the ideal goal, the people have hope in their hearts, and their trust in the Ming Dynasty Zhu royal family has increased a little bit. Old Zhu feels very satisfied.

I thought to myself that when potatoes, sweet potatoes and corn were popularized, the Ming Dynasty would be able to break the 300-year-old curse as long as future monarchs were not too incompetent.

Zhu Biao, who was standing next to him, also had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

Ever since he came to this space, he has been thinking about one thing.

Is it really a good thing for the Ming Dynasty to let the people have enough food to eat and no longer worry about hunger?
Before people have enough food to eat, all worries and motivation are about eating.

But once after eating, people’s minds become difficult to control and they will have all kinds of strange thoughts.

Many emperors in ancient times let their people fluctuate between being full and hungry.

In this way, people's minds will be focused on eating, and as long as they are not allowed to starve to death, there will be no messy problems.

This space brings infinite future to the Ming Dynasty, but also potential crises.

Zhu Biao always had a worry that in the future, when the people are well fed and enlightened, it might be okay for one or two generations, but after three or four generations, will they still allow an emperor to sit high above them?

Looking at the cheering people, Zhu Biao made a secret decision in his heart to find time to talk about this matter with Zhu Zhanjun. Everything must be prepared in advance.

While other fields continued to be harvested, Zhu Pangpang, along with his civil and military officials, returned to the Taimiao with auspicious signs and completed one ceremony after another under the command of the officials from the Ministry of Rites.

Zhu Pangpang held wheat ears and Zhu Zhanjun held a box of wheat. They knelt in front of Zhu's portrait and reported the good news to the founding emperor.

"Grandpa, your wish was to have enough food for everyone. Now we are about to accomplish it. If you are in heaven, you can rest assured."

Zhu Zhanjun felt strange as he listened to his father's mumbling.

Old Zhu, who was looking at the screen, also had an awkward feeling. He looked around and always wanted to sit at the table, thinking that he would be worthy of his grandson's kindness.

The ceremony lasted until the evening, and Zhu Pangpang announced the cancellation of the curfew for three days to celebrate the auspicious sign that had come to the Ming Dynasty.

As for why the same land and the same wheat are planted, the yield in the imperial farm is so high while the yield in other places is so low.

Zhu Pangpang announced that this method had been recorded by the Ministry of Household Affairs and would be announced to the public after thorough study.

After hearing that the method was in the hands of the Ministry of Revenue, many people went to the Ministry of Revenue for a drink at the dinner party, wanting to ask what the method was.

As a result, the people at the Ministry of Revenue were very secretive about the issue, and whenever someone mentioned it, they would just laugh it off.

Putting aside the question of whether they knew it or not, just based on their Shangshu’s warning, they didn’t dare to say anything.

Xia Yuanji has explained that there are still many vacancies in the Jinyiwei prison. If anyone dares to talk nonsense, the whole family will move in by themselves, and don't bother the Jinyiwei to do it.

So many people had just been arrested by the Jinyiwei a few days ago. The shock of that night was still in people's minds, and no one dared to speak carelessly, for fear that the Jinyiwei would come to their door in the middle of the night.

After the banquet, Zhu Zhanjun helped his drunk father back to the East Palace.

Lying on the table, he wrote a memorial to the old man on behalf of his father, telling him about Mai Zixiangrui's situation.

Regarding the high yield of wheat, he told Zhu Pangpang that the seeds have been improved and are more resistant to drought, flooding, diseases and insects than ordinary wheat seeds.

Combined with the golden water researched by the Veterans Chamber of Commerce, there will be absolutely no problem reaching 700 to 800 kilograms per acre.

Dad Zhu Pangpang didn't have any doubts about this. He just instructed to expand the planting next year and asked Zhu Zhanjun's husband to make more preparations to avoid a shortage of supply when the time comes.

The news of the good fortune of wheat soon spread throughout the country through official bulletins and word of mouth among the people.

The Veteran Chamber of Commerce, which had created this auspicious sign, became the object of praise among the people overnight.

With a good reputation, all counties and towns warmly welcomed the entry of the Veterans Chamber of Commerce.

In just half a month, the Veterans Chamber of Commerce opened branches in dozens of counties.

As the behind-the-scenes boss of the Veterans Chamber of Commerce and the owner of the Imperial Farm, Zhu Zhanjun's prestige in the Ming Dynasty also rose.

In the Lotus Altar, it is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye every day.

Zhu Zhanjun discussed with Lao Zhu and others and decided to continue expanding the space to see if they could use the rapidly growing reputation to build the next wooden house.

Zhu Zhanjun had a feeling that the appearance of the next farmhand's wooden house would bring earth-shaking changes to the space and him.

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In mid-May, the south enters the plum rain season.

The incessant drizzle is annoying, but it is a rare good weather for the newly planted crops.

Whether it is sweet potatoes or corn, the demand for water is quite high in the early stages.

In order to reasonably expand the planting of corn and sweet potatoes next year, Zhu Zhanjun planted the land given to him by his grandfather. According to Xia Yuanji's calculations, there would be no problem covering hundreds of thousands of acres of land next year.

As long as we wait another two years for the resale, after three or four years, it will be absolutely no problem to cover one or two provinces.

"Come in quick, little bastard, the altar is almost full."

As soon as Zhu Zhanjun came back from the sweet potato field, Old Zhu started to urge him on.

Upon hearing that it was almost full, Zhu Zhanjun became a little excited. He simply washed up and entered the space.

There is only space for four people: Old Zhu, Zhu Biao, Empress Ma, and Zhu Qizhen.

Zhang Baigui was always busy with Fengyang affairs, and seldom came in unless Zhu Zhanjun summoned him.

Not to mention Old Xia, the affairs of the Ministry of Household Affairs keep him busy until midnight every day, and he has no time to farm.

Apart from Ji Gang who occasionally has some time to come and help with farming, the other two are completely unable to help.

Several people walked into the wooden house together, looking at the altar shrouded in golden light, their eyes full of anticipation.

People’s obsession with having enough food is so strong that the feedback effect is extremely strong.

The last time was seven days ago, when Zhu Zhanjun directly drained it to expand the space, and the area of ​​the space expanded by dozens of miles.

The straight-line distance of the entire space is now conservatively estimated to be more than eighty miles.

Now Lao Zhu has to go to the other side to farm, and it takes a whole morning on horseback.

Lao Zhu was full of complaints about this, asking why he was not given the ability to teleport.

"I guess this should be enough for once."

Zhu Biao analyzed: "I estimate that the area under the control of the farmhands should be about a hundred miles. If it exceeds this area, let alone managing the planting, it would be exhausting to walk from one end to the other."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, and at the same time was thinking in his heart, which one should he choose when the next thatched hut appeared.

Under the expectation of the four people, Zhu Zhanjun closed his eyes slightly.

The crops swaying in the wind, the cattle grazing leisurely on the pasture, the horses running wildly under the leadership of Kangxi, and the fish jumping in the ocean come into mind.

Zhu Zhanjun's mind moved slightly, and golden drizzles sprinkled on the fog. The fog began to slowly dissipate, revealing a new area.

Perhaps it really reached the critical point. When the area expanded to a diameter of 100 miles, the entire space shook slightly, and two blue brick courtyards appeared in Zhu Zhanjun's sea of ​​consciousness.

Wait, a small courtyard made of blue bricks.

Zhu Zhanjun was stunned for a moment and observed carefully.

The two small courtyards are side by side, with three large tiled houses facing north and south. There are two houses on the east side, one with a chimney and the other without.

On the west side, there is a connected house with doors on it.

"Wow, this is an instant upgrade. The thatched house has been transformed into a large brick and tile house."

After exiting the God’s perspective, Zhu Zhanjun’s vision was restored.

The house was just as he had imagined, it had become a blue brick and tile house, and the decoration inside was also much more elegant, no longer as rough as it was at the beginning.

"We have finally moved to a house made of blue bricks and tiles. We have had enough of living in thatched cottages."

Zhu Zhanjun had just regained his sight when Old Zhu was stroking his surroundings in surprise and laughing.

"Has another one appeared?"

Zhu Biao didn't care. He and Zhu Qizhen had always slept on the floor outside. It didn't matter whether they moved into a brick and tile house or not. His father wouldn't let them live there anyway.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and said, "It's next door."

"next door?"

Zhu Biao frowned and guessed, "Isn't it in another area, but united together, everyone is farming together?"

Looking at her son who looked puzzled, Empress Ma smiled and said, "Have you ever seen a landlord who has farmhands living in different places so that they can be arranged to work together?"

"Let's go and see how to invite this person."

Zhu Zhanjun didn't care about this problem. He let Lao Zhu and the people behind him discuss how to farm. It was such a large area, and Lao Zhu and others couldn't finish farming. It would be good to have more people to help.

The group walked out of the courtyard and came to the next courtyard.

The courtyard gate was closed, and Zhu Qizhen habitually stepped forward to open the door for the few people, but his hand was bounced away as soon as it touched the door.

Old Zhu hurriedly pulled Queen Ma back, fearing that she would be hurt.

"You, the master, should be here."

Zhu Biao glanced at Zhu Qizhen, and after confirming that he was not injured, he guessed the reason.

Zhu Zhanjun stepped forward and carefully placed his hand on the door.

As his hands touched the door, his vision suddenly went dark and he found himself in a dark area.

"Rumble, rumble..."

The thunder of war drums sounded, and rays of light shone in the darkness like sharp swords pointing to the sky.

Zhu Zhanjun squinted his eyes and it took him a long time to adapt to the lights.

The statues were shrouded in light. Some were majestic, some were thin, and some were short and stout. There were men and women, old and young, densely packed together, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at these statues and a row of black lines appeared on his forehead.

He finally understood that the so-called space that could choose anyone in history to be a long-term worker meant that he needed to find the one himself.

Looking at the rows of statues, Zhu Zhanjun was at a loss.

There wasn't even any name introduction, and Zhu Zhanjun wasn't a history expert, so how would he know who these people were.

Well, in fact, even if a history expert came, he would not be able to figure out who these people were.

Apart from their clothing, these statues do not differ much from each other, and all have stone faces.

"Tick tock..."

When Zhu Zhanjun was looking at the statue worriedly, a ticking sound suddenly came from the sky.

Zhu Zhanjun looked up and saw a golden lotus slowly melting, half of it had disappeared.

Zhu Zhanjun was shocked and instantly realized that this was a countdown.

Before the lotus dissipates, he has to choose one, otherwise the space will randomly choose one to become a farmhand.

"Damn it, please introduce me to him."

Zhu Zhanjun cursed and quickly moved among the statues.

(End of this chapter)