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

Chapter 40: The hope of food and clothing for the whole nation of Ming Dynasty (Please read and invest)
"Hoohoo... this thing called chili is really refreshing."

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, the old man gasped because of the spiciness of the chili peppers. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, but kept shouting "good".

"Grandpa, drink some water."

Zhu Zhanjun handed over a glass of water, and the old man raised his hand to take it and said:
"Little guy, send some to the palace later. Grandpa won't be able to eat mutton without this stuff in the future."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded hurriedly, "Don't worry, I will give you a cheaper price at the palace."

"puff!"

I don’t know if it was because the water was too hot or what, but the old man just drank a little water and immediately spit it out.

"You want more money?"

The old man stared in dissatisfaction.

Zhu Zhanjun rolled his eyes and said, "What you said is true. If you eat by yourself, it doesn't matter how much you take, but if you go to the palace, you have to pay."

Zhu Zhanjun said with some sadness: "My journey north was very hard. When I was crossing the Sun Moon Strait, half of my body fell into an ice hole and was about to be swallowed by the cold sea below. It was Brother Hu Zi who risked his life to pull me out. I swore at that time that I would not treat any of these brothers who risked their lives for me unfairly, whether they were me or their families."

With a sigh, Zhu Zhanjun said to the old man, "There are dozens of brothers and hundreds of family members. I don't have the ability to make money. I can only rely on the seeds I brought back to grow some things and make some money."

"If everything sent to the palace was free, and the uncles came to ask for it, it would be difficult for me to ask for money."

"Over time, I won't be able to feed these hundreds of people. I'll be lucky if I don't starve to death."

"That's true." The old man nodded and decided immediately: "Okay, from now on, no matter who takes things from you in the palace, they must sell them at the market price. If they have any objections, let them come to me."

"We in the Zhu family are trustworthy and we must fulfill our promises."

"Grandson kneels to thank the Holy Spirit for His Grace!"

Zhu Zhanjun quickly bowed and expressed his gratitude.

The old man's promise is more important than a fortune.

When the shop opens in the future, Zhu Zhanjun, as the emperor's grandson, naturally cannot manage it personally, so he will definitely need to arrange someone to manage it.

It is inevitable to encounter difficult people when doing business. It is okay for officials to be suppressed by Zhu Zhanjun's status, but it is difficult to deal with the royal relatives.

Therefore, Zhu Zhanjun needs the old man to support him.

Even His Majesty has to pay for things. How dare you, a mere royal relative, rely on your status as an elder to force things to be taken.

"Humph!"

Looking at Zhu Zhanjun who was saluting, the old man hummed twice with pride.

This kid just relied on his wife's support and was so proud of himself. Now he is obedient. Feeling proud, he picked up the water cup next to him and continued to drink.

"hiss!"

For those who are not used to eating chili peppers, their lips will not be able to tolerate it.

The water temperature that the old man could normally tolerate was now abnormally hot to the mouth.

Zhu Zhanjun quickly got up, came to the old man's side, and blew into the teacup that the old man was holding.

The old man smiled with satisfaction, and when he felt the water temperature was about right, he handed it to Empress Xu who was smiling at the two of them. Then he poured another cup of hot water and handed it to Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun: ???

Raising his eyebrows, Zhu Zhanjun took the cup of water and handed it to the old monk who was watching the fun nearby.

"Master, you've eaten my food, so it's not too much to do some work."

Yao Guangxiao: ???

After the after-dinner frolic, Zhu Zhanjun and Empress Xu lay on the large brocade couch, looking at the stars and the full moon in the sky.

Empress Xu patted Zhu Zhanjun gently and told him stories about her childhood.

The old man at the side, with a jealous look on his face, was holding a round fan and blowing it to drive away the mosquitoes for the warm-hearted grandparents and grandchildren.

"Cough cough..."

After fanning for a while, the old man suddenly remembered something and asked Zhu Zhanjun.

"When you came back a few days ago, you said that the grain you brought back was very productive, but I didn't take it seriously at the time. Today, after tasting it, I felt it was good. How productive is this grain?" As an emperor, although he was better at fighting wars, the old man still cared a lot about people's livelihood.

Tomatoes, potatoes, corn, peppers, everything he tasted today, the old man thought it tasted very good.

Especially the fried shredded potatoes with chili, which was very delicious with rice. In such hot weather, even Empress Xu, who had a poor appetite, ate an extra bowl of rice.

The old man thought that if it could be promoted, it could bring some delicious dishes to the tables of people all over the world.

Zhu Zhanjun, who was almost coaxed to sleep by Empress Xu, squinted his eyes and replied, "It's hard to say."

"Haven't you seen it? Why is it hard to explain?" the old man asked puzzledly.

Zhu Zhanjun twisted his body, found a comfortable position, and answered: "The merchants of Yin said that the yield of potatoes and sweet potatoes is very high. According to their measurement units, and I calculated, one mu can produce more than 2000 kilograms, and 3000 kilograms is no problem for fertile land."

"Clap!"

The old man dropped the round fan in his hand to the ground, muttered a few words, stood up suddenly, grabbed Zhu Zhanjun who was lying in Empress Xu's arms, and asked in shock: "How much?"

Empress Xu was also stunned and looked at Zhu Zhanjun in disbelief.

Although she thought she was well-versed in history books, she couldn't believe that there was a way in the world to produce two to three thousand kilograms of grain per mu.

Zhu Zhanjun, who was about to fall asleep, was instantly awakened by the old man's trick. He said helplessly, "Grandpa, I know you are shocked, but can you put me down first?"

"oh oh!"

The old man finally reacted, and in shock, he actually picked up his grandson.

He quickly put Zhu Zhanjun on the brocade couch, and the old man rubbed his hands nervously and said, "Little guy, can there really be so many?"

Zhu Zhanjun did not answer, but waved to Xiaohu in the distance, "Xiaohu, move the two large flower pots in my carriage over here."

Zhu Zhanjun, who had anticipated the old man's arrival, had already brought two pots of samples.

Zhu Zhanjun had no intention of hiding it from the old man, and he also needed the old man's strong support.

The thousand-acre imperial farm is too small. Zhu Zhanjun needs a larger piece of land to cover the emergence of space seeds in the future.

Hearing such a terrifying number, even Yao Guangxiao, who was chanting in the pavilion in the distance, stopped the Buddhist beads in his hand, stood up and walked over.

The old man, Empress Xu Yao Guangxiao, was no longer sleepy at this moment, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

As three people at the top of the Ming Dynasty, they deeply understood that once these seeds had the yield as Zhu Zhanjun said, there would be earth-shaking changes for the Ming Dynasty.

Since the emergence of Confucianism, the Chinese people can be said to be the best people to govern in the world.

However, these people who are the easiest to manage sometimes choose to rebel.

Do they really want to rebel?
The answer is definitely not.

The ultimate dream of the people of Yanhuang is to have enough food and drink for the whole family, to be reunited, to cultivate two acres of land, and to live a prosperous life.

If an imperial court could give them these, let alone rebellion, if anyone dared to oppose the imperial court, the people would stand up and beat the rebels to death without regard for their lives.

But such a simple request has never been met by the imperial court of all dynasties.

This is also why, since entering the space, Lao Zhu has been working hard on farming and has never rested.

Because Zhu Yuanzhang deeply understood that every time he swung the hoe, he could save countless Ming people.

Every bit of speed increase can save countless innocent victims who are about to starve to death.

This was true for Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di as well.

If these seeds are really as Zhu Zhanjun said, the yield per mu can reach more than 2000 kilograms.

Zhu Di promoted it and solved the hunger problems of people all over the world.

By then, Zhu Di's reputation and prestige will be like that of Emperor Qin Shihuang, and no emperor will be able to surpass it.

With such a great reputation and prestige, the small stain of his rebellion will be forgotten by the people, and they may even be glad that he rebelled.

Even if he died in the future, he would still have the face to meet his old man, and he could even arrogantly point at the old man and say, "Old man, you really made a mistake. I am a hundred times better than the Zhu Yunwen you chose!"

(End of this chapter)