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

Chapter 87: Such a great place, why did you find me only now? (Subscription required)
Looking at Xia Yuanji with a hint of fear in his eyes, Zhu Zhanjun took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to curse, and smiled.

However, it would have been better if he didn't laugh. This laugh made Xia Yuanji even more scared.

Can you not be afraid?

When three or four dead men appeared in front of him in the middle of the night, Xia Yuanji did not scream and shout in fear. This was the result of his years of cultivation in the officialdom.

"Minister Xia, you think too much, I'm not dead..."

As soon as these words came out, Xia Yuanji's eyes widened and he sat down on the ground, muttering to himself with some sadness: "You are not dead, am I dead?"

"I'm dead, I'm dead, wuwuwu... Your Majesty is about to march north, and my Ministry of Revenue still has so many accounts to settle. Your Majesty, I am ashamed of your grace."

Zhu Zhanjun had nothing to say.

"Minister Xia, calm down first."

Seeing that Zhu Zhanjun was about to lose his temper, Zhu Biao hurried forward and persuaded Xia Yuanji: "Zhanjun is not dead, and you are not dead either."

"But you and Emperor Taizu..."

Xia Yuanji still found it a little unconvincing.

Zhu Biao was a little speechless, but he still persuaded: "Can you please listen to me first."

Xia Yuanji opened his mouth, and under Zhu Biao's serious gaze, nodded slightly.

"The thing is like this..."

The three of them surrounded Xia Yuanji and talked to each other, explaining the general situation.

Zhu Zhanjun took out a parchment scroll and placed it in front of Xia Yuanji.

"Old Xia, this is what happened, this is the situation."

"I believe you have already understood it in your heart. Whether you are willing to join us or not depends on your own choice."

"In fact, I can force you to sign, but we all value you very much, so we respect your ideas and give you the opportunity to choose for yourself."

"Even if you refuse, after we leave, you will automatically forget what happened tonight, and it won't have any impact on you or me."

After listening to it, Xia Yuanji looked at the parchment scroll in front of him, was silent for a while, and then asked: "Your Highness, the golden lotus seeds that saved the Queen, and your Majesty's imperial seal, were both obtained from that mysterious space, right?"

Zhu Zhanjun nodded.

Xia Yuanji asked again: "Are there any other miracles besides this?"

Sitting in his seat and looking at the account book with Empress Ma, Old Zhu, who understood the reality, said directly: "The land there is very fertile. One day of planting crops there is equivalent to one month in the outside world."

"In addition to its fast growth rate, the yield is also very high. One acre of wheat can yield about 1400 to 1500 kilograms."

"There are also high-yield crops that the little bastard found, the things called sweet potatoes and potatoes. Sweet potatoes can be planted in space, and the harvest per acre can reach 4,000 to 5,000 kilograms, and potatoes are not much more than this."

Xia Yuanji's eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed, "So many." Then he turned his head and looked at Zhu Zhanjun complainingly, "Your Highness has such a magical item, why don't you tell us about it."

Zhu Zhanjun said unhappily, "I told you in the court the day I came back that I brought back high-yield grains. Did any of you believe me?"

Xia Yuanji's expression froze for a moment. He seemed to vaguely remember Zhu Zhanjun saying this.

But no one paid much attention to it at the time, thinking that a kid knew what high-yield grain was and was probably just making some new things to show off.

Old Zhu continued to explain: "In addition to these grains, fruit trees are also growing very fast."

"For example, a pear tree will grow and bear fruit in half a month, and the yield is not low. Each one is as big as an adult's fist."

"Bastard!"

After listening to Lao Zhu's explanation, Xia Yuanji felt a little regretful. When several people were puzzled, he said, "With such rapid growth, we can plant ginseng, ganoderma and other medicinal herbs. Moreover, they do not take up space and can be planted in the gaps of fertile fields or at the edge of the field."

"Food is the foundation of the nation, and these precious medicinal herbs are good things to extort money from those wealthy families and businessmen."

"If we do both, we can not only win the hearts of the people with food, but also make a lot of money with these precious medicinal materials."

Xia Yuanji's regret made Zhu Zhanjun, Lao Zhu and Zhu Biao stunned.

It seems that they have never thought about this problem.

The space was growing very fast and the land was very fertile, but they only wanted to grow crops and didn't think about growing precious medicinal herbs such as ginseng and ganoderma lucidum.

Although it may take more time, the funds brought back from these things are incomparable to those from food and other things.

"Come on, let's go. I'm going to take a look and make some plans for you."

"You are allowed to grow crops in such a good place. What's the difference between this and using a golden bucket to carry manure? You are wasting natural resources. You are wasting natural resources!"

No one tried to persuade him, Xia Yuanji quickly signed his name on the sheepskin contract, and even used the ink pad beside it to make a handprint. He rolled it up casually, stuffed it into Zhu Zhanjun's arms, and hurried out.

"Hurry up, Your Highness."

When I walked to the door, I noticed that there was no movement of anyone following me.

Xia Yuanji looked back in confusion and found that the room was empty.

"Master, what are you doing?"

The butler's voice sounded outside the door. Xia Yuanji turned his head and saw the butler and the maid looking at him in confusion.

Xia Yuanji frowned, somewhat doubting what had just happened. Was it because he had been thinking too much about getting money and food for the court, which led to this ridiculous hallucination?

"Nothing, you guys go down and rest first."

Xia Yuanji glanced in the direction of the brightly lit palace, looked around suspiciously, and slowly returned to the table.

After sitting down, he didn't have the slightest intention to settle the accounts. He kept thinking in his mind, wondering if what happened just now was an illusion or a real scene.

As he was thinking, his eyelids felt heavy and his body unconsciously fell on the table, and soon he began to snore softly.

"Old Xia, Old Xia!"

In a daze, Xia Yuanji heard someone calling him. He opened his eyes and saw Zhu Zhanjun appear in front of him.

Next to them were Emperor Taizu Gao, Crown Prince Zhu Biao, Empress Ma, and the unknown young man with a dog.

"Your Highness, that was not a dream."

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and stretched out his hand to pull him up. "Whether it was a dream or not, you will know if you look around."

"Oh, by the way, I have to tell you in advance that according to the contract, you cannot tell anyone in real life about what happened here, including your wife and children."

"Once you have the possibility to speak out, the space will remind you that you have three chances per month. Once you exceed the limit, you will not be warned but will be directly punished."

"As for the punishment..." Zhu Zhanjun showed a meaningful smile and patted Xia Yuanji on the shoulder: "I think you don't want to experience that kind of feeling."

Xia Yuanji nodded and asked, "I've made note of it. Is there anything else?"

After Zhu Zhanjun shook his head, Xia Yuanji bowed to Lao Zhu and others, rushed directly to the fertile fields in the distance, pulled off a ripe wheat head, his eyes full of excitement and joy.

Zhu Zhanjun and others followed and heard Xia Yuanji mumbling to himself.

"Good food, good food. This ear of wheat is more than three times bigger than the ones outside."

Before Old Zhu had the chance to explain, Xia Yuanji rushed to the potato planting area next to him, dug up the soil without any instruction, and found a few large potatoes.

Feeling the heaviness in his hand, Xia Yuanji was delighted. He weighed it a few times in his hand and immediately got a rough idea of ​​its weight.

He turned and ran to Zhu Zhanjun: "Your Highness, do you have paper and pen?"

Zhu Zhanjun understood what the other party meant and reminded him, "Except for these grains, nothing here can be taken out. Even if the grains can be taken out, I will need to do it."

Xia Yuanji smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, I just want to record these data and make a comprehensive plan first, so that I can have some experience and psychological preparation after promoting it in Daming in the future."

"Minister Xia, wait a moment. I'll get it for you."

Xia Yuanji's devotion to the country was admired by not only Zhu Yuanzhang but also Empress Ma.

Hearing that the other party wanted paper and pen, he greeted him and went to the thatched hut.

Soon, Queen Ma brought paper and pen, and was even considerate enough to secure it with a small board.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Xia Yuanji thanked them, looked at a few people, and finally set his sights on Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao understood what the other party meant. He smiled and extended his hand to invite him, "Minister Xia, let me introduce you."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Xia Yuanji thanked him gratefully and hurried to the fields with Zhu Biao.

Old Zhu kicked Zhu Qizhen on the buttocks and said, "Why are you still standing there? Go and get him some ink."

"Oh." Zhu Qizhen hurriedly held the ink and followed the two of them.

Looking at one explaining and one taking notes, and another following behind with ink in hand, Lao Zhu said with emotion: "This is a pure person, a person who is wholeheartedly devoted to the country, and also the kind of person our Ming Dynasty needs the most."

(End of this chapter)