Ming Dynasty: Tanks blocked the door and you said to me, "Long live Ming Dynasty"

"Your Majesty, the sweet potatoes are ready!"

Just then, Youtong ran over holding some freshly baked sweet potatoes.

The sweet potatoes were very hot, so he kept transferring them from his left hand to his right hand, and running around like a monkey.

When he came to Zhu Youxiao, he took out a handkerchief to put underneath the bag and handed it over carefully.

The sweet potatoes were baked overheated, and part of the skin was almost carbonized and cracked.

But this also causes the sugar inside the sweet potato to seep out under high temperature, emitting an enticing aroma.

"Your Majesty, be careful, it's hot..."

Seeing Zhu Youxiao take the sweet potato, Youtong quickly reminded him.

“Gulp….”

Wen Tiren was standing nearby. When he smelled the sweet aroma, he couldn't help swallowing.

Prince Xin's throat was also moving up and down.

He had never tasted this stuff, but it smelled right.

If my brother dies again in the future, it will be much better to chew this and watch the show than cracking melon seeds!

I don’t know which grandson fried the melon seeds last time, they were so salty…

Gently peel off the surface of the sweet potato to reveal the orange-yellow flesh inside. Take a bite and it’s so sweet!

This made Zhu Youxiao couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Mmm, delicious!"

Perhaps it's because of the lack of technology and hard work, or perhaps it's psychological, but in Zhu Youxiao's opinion, there is perhaps only one word that can describe the taste of this sweet potato.

Stunning!

After sighing, he shouted to Youtong: "Go, bring the rest over here and let Elder Wen and Prince Xin have a taste!"

As soon as Yutong turned around, he stopped again.

I saw that Prince Xin had run to the smokeless stove at some point and was squatting on the ground, eating a sweet potato.

Seeing that everyone's attention had shifted to him, Prince Xin waved to Wen Tiren without caring about his image.

"Hiss... So sweet! Come on, Old Man Wen, come and have a taste..."

"I guarantee that you have never eaten anything so delicious in your life!"

Zhu Youxiao was speechless......

This stuff!

Ever since he was pulled down from the throne by me, he seems to be having more and more fun every day!

Damn it!

Is this still the Chongzhen in history who had no interests or hobbies other than handling government affairs?

The people who had been staring at this place not far away had a different mood at this moment.

“Is this sweet potato really that good?”

"Nonsense, didn't you hear me? The prince said it was sweet, and the emperor just said it was delicious!"

"How about we bake two pieces and try them?"

"Three cents a pound, are you willing to give it up?"

"Bullshit! I planted three acres of sweet potatoes this year, and I can dig out tens of thousands of pounds of them. Who can't afford a piece of sweet potato?"

"That's right, come on, come on, let's all go to my field. I have five acres of land planted, and I'll give you enough today!"

"........."

The faces of these people were filled with smiles. They didn’t know when was the last time they were so happy.

One acre of land, guaranteed yield of 3,000 kilograms.

Three cents per pound is nine taels of silver!

I have never seen such benefits in my lifetime...

There are less than three months left until the Chinese New Year, and they are already thinking about buying new clothes for their family and cutting some fat meat after they get the money.

At some point, the clerks from the Ministry of Revenue's breeding farm drove ox carts to the fields, distributing money to the people while loading potato vines onto the carts.

These will be dried and used as feed.

Although both the vines and potatoes would eventually be taken away by the Ministry of Revenue, the people did not end up with nothing except the silver.

For the Chinese people, nothing in the world should be wasted.

Especially plants!

All plants that are not bitter, astringent or poisonous are food!

As for those that are bitter, astringent, and poisonous, they all become medicinal herbs...

Therefore, the potato leaves that fell in the fields were collected by the people.

Take it home, wash it, and dry it. Whether it is mixed with flour to make steamed buns, or used directly to make soup, it is a good ingredient.

This is the experience they have gained during this year.

A piece of sweet potato had been stuffed into Zhu Youxiao's stomach without him noticing.

After wiping the stains off his hands, he handed the handkerchief back to Youtong.

“The benefits of sweet potatoes will last for generations!”

"Song Yingxing has achieved great success in encouraging farmers, and has lived up to my high expectations. He can be regarded as a pillar of the country!"

"From now on, I will join the Ministry of Works as the Right Vice Minister!"

"I hope Mr. Song can continue to work hard for me and the Ming Dynasty!"

As soon as the decree came out, Song Yingxing froze there instantly.

He started taking part in the imperial examinations at the age of 28 and passed the provincial examination in his first attempt.

But when it came to the college entrance examination, he failed repeatedly.

I had already given up the idea of ​​taking the imperial examination and only wanted to devote the rest of my life to studying and delving into various subjects.

But he didn't expect that he would receive the imperial decree of conscription last year, and as a juren, he would be in charge of encouraging agriculture.

After working hard for two hundred days and nights, he finally succeeded today and became the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works!

This was something he had never dared to imagine in his dreams, so he immediately knelt down to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your selection!"

Upon seeing this, Wen Tiren and Prince Xin also bowed and smiled.

"Congratulations, Minister Song!"

"Congratulations to Mr. Song on his promotion! Congratulations to Mr. Song on his promotion!"

When the common people heard the news, they knelt down and kowtowed sincerely.

Zhu Youxiao stepped forward and helped Song Yingxing up with a smile.

"The people have sharp eyes. It seems that I did not choose the wrong person."

"Come on, take me to the breeding farm!"

Chapter 454: One Hundred Thousand Cubs Born Every Year

Hearing that they wanted to visit the breeding farm, Song Yingxing hurriedly led the way.

"I will lead the way. Your Majesty, please come this way."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Youxiao couldn't help but glare and pretend to be angry.

"Huh? You are now the Minister of Industry, and you still call yourself a student!"

Song Yingxing reacted and couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

"Your Majesty, I have not been able to correct myself for a while. I hope you will forgive me."

"Let's go, let me see how many more meat dishes can be served on the tables of the people in the capital during the New Year."

Zhu Youxiao said this and followed Song Yingxing.

Prince Xin took the last roasted sweet potato and quickly trotted after him.

The group walked half a mile along the vast sweet potato field and saw a series of sheds not far ahead.

Prince Xin felt as if his stomach was a little flat after walking for a while, actually he was just greedy.

He quickly took out the roasted sweet potato, peeled it and started eating.

"How come you still have some?" Wen Tiren beside him was surprised.

"I want you to take care of it!"

Prince Xin showed off right in front of him.

Just when I was about to show off that it smelled really good, I didn't expect a strong stench to suddenly waft over and fill my nose.

Wen Tiren quickly pinched his nose, looked at Prince Xin with disdain and said, "You really have a good appetite. You can even eat this!"

When Prince Xin smelled the pungent odor, the half-eaten sweet potato in his hand instantly lost its fragrance.

However, it is impossible to lose it.

My royal brother said that it is not easy for the people to farm, so they should cherish food.

So he just gulped it down in one gulp without even chewing it.

Zhu Youxiao was mentally prepared and was not surprised.

Song Yingxing said embarrassedly: "Your Majesty, there is a pig farm ahead. There is a lot of feces piled up after cleaning up. It stinks. I am afraid it will pollute Your Majesty. Otherwise..."

"It's okay. My dear minister, you work hard here every day. Can't I stand the smell of a little stench? Keep going."

"According to the order!"

After hearing this, Song Yingxing's impression of Zhu Youxiao changed a little and his image of him was elevated.

The group first passed through the manure treatment area, where some semi-dried pig manure mixed with chopped hay and leaves was piled up high and neatly arranged in piles. The scene was quite spectacular.

"Your Majesty, these pig manure can be made into fertilizer and added to the sweet potato fields. In this way, the yield next year will definitely be higher." Song Yingxing explained as they walked.

Zhu Youxiao felt uncomfortable with what he heard.

Pig manure? Isn't this pig manure?

It seems that during the time of Zhu Yuanzhang, the name "pig" was not given much attention. It was just that the ministers felt that it was taboo and suggested changing it to "豕". The common people called killing a pig "killing Wanliheng".

Even during the reign of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Houzhao, because he himself was born in the year of the pig and felt that "pig" was homophonic with the national surname, he actually issued an order to ban pigs. After that, people rarely called pigs "pig".

But Zhu Youxiao found it really awkward to listen to.

"Um... Lord Song, just say pig manure directly. It will sound better to me."

Wen Tiren immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is inappropriate!"

"What's wrong with that? Lord Hongwu doesn't care, and I also think it sounds good. From now on, pigs will be called pigs in front of me. As for people in the community, they can call pigs or swine as they please, and it won't be a crime."

"That's it, Mr. Song, let's continue."

Wen Tiren didn't expect to be scolded, so he didn't dare to say anything. He could only shut up and retreat to the back.

Prince Xin was secretly happy to see him being humiliated.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Song Yingxing led a few people a few steps and finally entered the pig farm.

At a glance, Zhu Youxiao could see rows of neatly arranged pig pens, which were spacious, bright and well ventilated.

The interior is neatly laid out with a feed trough, water trough and sleeping area.

Many breeders are cleaning the pig sties and feeding the piglets...

The pigs' grunts came one after another.