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

Chapter 160: The Ministry of Revenue that Doesn’t Spare Even Dogs

"The yield per mu is several thousand kilograms. How can there be such food in the world? Even Shennong couldn't grow it if he were alive."

A huge team was moving through the empty streets. There were still stalls on the roadside, which must have been cleared out by the people from the Five Cities Army.

Three people were squeezed into a carriage.

Yang Shiqi, who was already really angry from the argument, expressed his opinions with saliva flying.

Jin Zhong, who was sitting opposite him, turned aside, trying to avoid this guy's saliva, but the space was so small that he could only lift the car curtain and look out the window.

"You can't say that."

Yang Pu, who was used to Yang Shiqi's way of speaking, replied calmly: "Your Highness, I never fight a battle without confidence. Every time I attack, I will win with one strike."

"If Jian Yi was not absolutely sure about the Huaihe River incident, he would never bring it up."

"There are also a series of measures such as high-yield wheat, which were all planned long ago."

"Ugh!"

Yang Pu sighed.

"He is only an eleven-year-old boy. If no one is plotting against him, it would be amazing."

Yang Shiqi snorted coldly: "No matter what, I don't believe it."

"Also, the fate of the crown prince has not been completely settled yet, so it's still uncertain who will have the last laugh."

Then he complained to Yang Pu: "What happened to you just now? Why didn't you help me when I was arguing with that guy named Zhang?"

Yang Pu looked helpless. The two of them were arguing so hard that they were about to bite each other. If he went up to help, the situation would probably turn into a fight.

Not wanting to bother with this angry guy, Yang Pu turned his head and looked outside the carriage.

The two men didn't say anything. Yang Shiqi felt depressed and muttered, "If only Yang Rong was here, he would definitely help me."

The team arrived at the imperial farm again in a mighty force.

In order to completely determine the outcome of the situation, he made all civil and military officials accept Zhu Zhanjun as the crown prince.

The old man first decided to plant an acre of potatoes and sweet potatoes to prove that everything he said was not false.

Although potatoes and sweet potatoes have not yet reached their peak growth, they can still be picked and eaten.

Xiaohu and everyone else, except Guozi who went with Zheng He, had received the news and were waiting.

Zhu Zhanjun told them yesterday that after the potatoes and sweet potatoes are harvested today, His Majesty will reward Xiaohu and others who followed him north.

In addition to Xiaohu and others, there were also the families of the deceased brothers, men and women, young and old, a total of several hundred people.

"Your Highness, long live the emperor. Long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

Zhu Zhanjun helped the old man down, and Xiaohu and others who were waiting hurriedly bowed to the ground and shouted "Long live the old man" three times.

"Well, okay, everyone get up."

When facing these meritorious officials and their families, the old man showed his kindest side.

He even walked up, helped up a few elderly people, and hugged a few little ones.

The old man's kind and friendly side touched the hearts of those who came into contact with the emperor for the first time.

It turned out that the emperor was not as high and mighty, cold and majestic as they had imagined.

After speaking to a few older people, the old man led everyone to the two prepared fields.

"My dear ministers, please take a look. These two plots of land are what I said could produce several thousand kilograms of grain per mu."

Following the strokes of the old man's hand, everyone looked towards the two green fields.

As a result, many people frowned when they saw this.

What about food?
Nothing there except some vines.

It’s not that there was no food grown underground in the Ming Dynasty, but in everyone’s mind, food generally grew above ground.

For example, the growth of common grains can be seen from the outside.

So when the old man said that the area before them was a high-yield grain field, everyone's first impression was that the old man was fooling them.

Seeing this, the old man didn't say any more words and just waved his hand.

The tenants of the imperial farm, who had been prepared long ago, were holding sickles and hoes and were under the command of Xiaohu and others.

Begin cutting the sweet potato vines.

The old man gave instructions that the two plots of land should be opened up piece by piece so that everyone could see clearly.

There is strength in numbers. Hundreds of people quickly cut off the vines of an acre of land and rolled them aside.

"Grandpa, Dad, Big Brother, it's time to start."

Zhu Zhanjun took the four hoes tied with red silk from Xiaohu and handed them to the old man Zhu Pangpang Zhu Zhanji.

The three of them took it and, under the guidance of the old man, walked to a sweet potato ridge.

Zhu Pangpang and Zhu Zhanji didn’t know what to do, so they could only watch the old man and Zhu Zhanjun take action first.

"Bah!"

The old man threw off his cloak, spat into his hands twice, raised his hoe and started digging.

The old man was indeed a fierce general. He dug the hoe straight into the bottom, shouted softly, and pulled hard.

The roots connecting all the sweet potatoes were pulled out at once.

As the sweet potatoes were pulled apart, huge sweet potatoes appeared in front of everyone, and the largest one was as big as a child's head.

“Oh my god, it’s so big!”

The civil and military officials who had been paying attention to the old man's movements the whole time exclaimed in surprise when they saw what was being pulled out.

"Hahaha, the Ming Dynasty is no longer short of food."

As the film emperor, Xia Yuanji screamed in surprise at the first moment, snatched the hoe from the tenant next to him, rushed to the four people, and swung the hoe down.

I don't know if he was really anxious or just made a mistake, but this guy swung the knife wide and split a sweet potato that weighed at least one pound into two halves.

"You old man Xia, please pay attention to my food. If you fail, get out of here."

A big sweet potato was split into two halves. The old man was so heartbroken that he kicked Xia Yuanji on the butt and picked up the sweet potato that was split into two halves, feeling very heartbroken.

"That's right, if you can't do the work, just go away."

Jian Yi, who also came with a hoe, immediately echoed the old man's words.

However, even though he was complaining about Xia Yuanji, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

As the old man peeled the first sweet potato, there was no longer any dispute over the position of the crown prince.

They won this bet.

Looking at Zhu Zhanjun and his party members, Jin Zhong, Yang Shiqi and others who were happily working, their faces looked strange.

There is both the reluctance to fail and the helpless sigh.

Jian Yi and the others were not good at farm work. They dug a few and many of them were rotten. The old man was so angry that he cursed. Finally, he could no longer bear it and kicked them all out. He picked up the biggest sweet potato he had dug and left the field, letting the tenants do it.

Although Xia Yuanji and others were kicked, their mood did not change at all. They happily gathered in the fields and watched the tenants harvest sweet potatoes.

Every time something big appears, it causes cheers and exclamations.

Old man Xia Yuanji picked out the big ones and presented them to the old man who was enjoying the cool under the shade of the tree.

The old man also had a happy look on his face. He looked at this, touched that, and boasted to the veterans guarding nearby.

"Where is the food? Where is the food..."

Seeing that one acre of land was about to be plowed, the staff of the Ministry of Household Affairs, who was notified by Xia Yuanji, finally rushed over in a hurry.

"My goodness, even the guard dogs are here."

Zhu Zhanjun glanced at the road and saw the dense line of carriages that seemed endless.

From the head of the Ministry of Revenue to ordinary clerks, everyone had a happy look on their face. They were pulling carts, carrying loads on their shoulders, and holding sacks, and running quickly.

Zhu Zhanjun even saw an old man leading a dog with two baskets on the dog's back.

Jian Yi, who was accompanying Zhu Zhanjun, laughed loudly and said to Zhu Zhanjun: "This is the unique style of our Ming Dynasty Ministry of Revenue. Wherever there is food and money, there they are."

Zhu Zhanjun was also amused by these words, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the staff from the Ministry of Revenue rushing over.

"Your Highness, congratulations."

Seeing the Ministry of Revenue staff arrive and start sorting the sweet potatoes, the smile on Jian Yi's face slowly faded, and he bowed to Zhu Zhanjun and expressed his congratulations.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at him, raised his hands to return the greeting, and solemnly called out: "Sir!"

Jian Yi smiled and stood up to accept the salute.

The sweet potatoes were quickly dug out and the whole field was filled with them. The fat, red sweet potatoes brought smiles to everyone's faces.

Zhu Zhanjun made a rough estimate and it should be around 6000 to 7000 kilograms.

Zhu Zhanjun was very satisfied with this amount of harvest.

At the beginning, his main idea was to grow potatoes. After all, almost no country uses sweet potatoes as a staple food. This thing does not satisfy hunger, and eating too much will cause stomach acid and farts.

When Old Zhu heard this idea, he only asked one question, and Zhu Zhanjun was speechless.

"Sweet potatoes may not be able to stop hunger and may have various problems, but they can keep people alive. They can keep those who eat soil and tree bark alive."

After hearing this, Zhu Zhanjun fell silent.

Compared to eating Guanyin soil, tree bark and grass roots, having sweet potatoes to eat is already good enough.

The reason why many people in later generations dislike sweet potatoes is that they are really useless?

The answer is definitely no. The real reason is that people in later generations ate too much.

In the current Ming Dynasty, many people cannot even fill their stomachs. Talking to them about balanced nutrition is just asking for trouble.

Xia Yuanji was busy, leading the Ministry of Household Affairs staff to collect the sweet potatoes one by one. Even those as thick as a thumb were carefully picked up.

As he weighed and calculated the bags one by one, Xia Yuanji's face turned red, and it was unclear whether it was because of the sun or the excitement.

When the last sack was weighed, everyone looked at Xia Yuanji.

The old man brought back the sweet potato as big as a human head that he had dug and looked at Old Xia eagerly.

Although he had made an estimate before, it was just an estimate after all. Only when the actual output was in front of him could he put his mind at ease.

"His Majesty."

Xia Yuanji walked over with the account book in his arms, his eyes misty.

"How many?"

The old man swallowed and asked carefully.

"6354 pounds!"

"Wow!"

In an instant, everyone at the scene was shocked by this number.

Zhu Pangpang counted on his fingers and kept muttering: "I eat 4 kilograms a day, 10 kilograms in 40 days, 400 kilograms in 1000 days, and 4000 kilograms in days."

He was shocked when he calculated, and said in shock: "The harvest from this acre of land is enough for me to eat for several years."

"If all the people in the Ming Dynasty planted sweet potatoes, even if the common people stayed at home and ate them for three years, they still wouldn't be able to finish the harvest in one year."

"God bless the Ming Dynasty, God bless the Ming Dynasty."

Many officials who had suffered from hunger cried while holding sweet potatoes, and kept shouting "God bless the Ming Dynasty".

Hearing the weight, the old man's face turned red. He looked down at the sweet potato in his arms, roared, and raised it high above his head.

"Dad, did you see that? My son did it. We don't have to go hungry anymore."

"Humph."

Old Zhu, who was watching the live broadcast in his space, snorted twice in a proud manner.

"You bastard, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in this situation today. Eat your big sweet potato now."

Listening to the cheers and shouts, Zhu Zhanjun felt indescribable feeling in his heart.

There is a sense of accomplishment, but also a sense of relief.

Maybe sweet potatoes have some shortcomings, but at this moment, everyone's heart is satisfied because everyone sees hope for the future.

"Grandpa, there are also potatoes. They can be the staple food. Sweet potatoes are just an extra."

"Ah, yes, yes!"

The old man nodded repeatedly. He was so excited that he even forgot about potatoes, which could be the staple food.

The old man carefully placed the big sweet potato in his arms into Little Nose's arms, told him to take good care of it, and then rushed to the potato field.

Zhu Zhanjun told him that sweet potatoes can only be used as a side dish and cannot be used as a staple food.

If we really want to ensure that our people have enough food to eat and fill their stomachs completely, potatoes are the most important of these two high-yield grains.

He confirmed these two points.

Eating only sweet potatoes is not only choking, but also does not satisfy hunger very well. It also causes a lot of farts and feces. Sweet potatoes are good for clearing the stomach.

After eating potatoes, they can keep you from feeling hungry for a long time, and they can also be made into delicious shredded potatoes and various dishes.

There are indeed some differences between the two.

Thinking of the delicious shredded potatoes, the old man licked his lips, grabbed a potato seedling and pulled it hard.

Wow…

The soil fell off, and the big potatoes fixed on their rhizomes emitted a golden glow.

(End of this chapter)