I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 273 The high-yield food shocks the world, and the eunuch of the three treasures will be passed down forever.

"His Royal Highness, don't wait, let's start, if you wait any longer, it will be noon!"

In the Huangzhuang Village in the south of the city, Zhu Pangpang dressed up and led all the civil and military officials standing beside two huge fields, looking forward to the road in the distance.

There were two people standing beside him.

One is Shennongbo Lao Yao who is dressed as a farmer, and the other is also Zheng He who also changed into an official uniform and lost his arm.

Behind these three people, there are thousands of people in the densely packed crowds of various dignitaries of the imperial court, royal relatives and nobles, representatives of feudal princes and officials from all over the place, and prestigious old farmers from all over the place.

At the same time, on the other side, the crown princess who came back from Beiping also went out in full dress, and waited silently with the women in the palace and the wives of the various houses.

On the outskirts of Huangzhuang, dense crowds of people waited silently, holding incense burners and firecrackers and fireworks.

The new seniors, one by one, stood by the field with small bamboo baskets on their backs, waiting to harvest the fruits with His Highness the Crown Prince and the court officials later.

Today is a day that cannot be forgotten for Daming, and even for future generations.

From today onwards, the people of Ming Dynasty, the children and grandchildren of Ming Dynasty will no longer have to worry about hunger.

The heroes of the Ming Dynasty, their ancestors, brought food that could feed countless people.

These two things, one is the hybrid rice researched by Shen Nongbo Lao Yao, and the other is the food called potatoes brought back from overseas by Zheng He who traveled thousands of miles.

The common people can still understand rice. According to what they heard, the new type of rice can produce 800 to 1000 catties per mu. (For the convenience of statistics, everyone will act as the protagonist and replace the measurement unit of the Ming Dynasty with a modern one. Otherwise, I will have a headache when I count 10 catties and 8 taels.)
The reason why the yield of hybrid rice is still lower than the future market under careful care is because some nutrients are lacking during breeding, and the one mu of land in Daming is a little smaller than the one mu of future generations.

One mu of real estate is 1000 catties of grain. Since ancient times, the people of the Han family have never heard of such a high-yield grain.

Many people didn't believe it at first, but when they saw the full rice and the bent tassels in the fertile fields guarded by Jin Yiwei in Huangzhuang, many people didn't believe it.

Some experienced old farmers even calculated how many catties an acre of land could produce based on the degree of bending of the tassels.

The land in Huangzhuang is all first-class fields, and they are carefully cared for, and they are also fed with chemical fertilizers invented by court craftsmen. There is no shortage of water, no grass, and no insects.

According to the calculations of some experienced farmers, the rice in Huangzhuang can produce at least 1000 catties per mu, and even those with better irrigation can produce about 1200 catties.

When this figure was announced, the entire Jinling was shocked.

Countless people ran over to see the rice every day, as if on a pilgrimage. If it weren't for the Jin Yiwei who were afraid of the guards, they would have rushed up, kowtowed and kissed these miraculous seeds.

Originally, these seeds, which seemed to be rewarded by God, were enough to shock the common people.

But recently there was a news in the palace that Zheng He brought back a thing called potatoes from overseas, which can produce 2000 to 3000 jin per mu, and even if the land is fertile, it can reach 4000 jin or 5000 jin if it is well taken care of. It is possible to weigh a catty.

When the news spread, many people were at a loss.

One mu produces two to three thousand catties of grain. This is the seed that Shen Nong personally takes care of. How can there be such a yield of grain in the world?
Many people don't believe it, and think that it was created by the imperial court. After the high-yield planting of the so-called hybrid rice, it began to drift a little bit, fooling the common people.

Later, after inquiring, I found out that the news came from the mouth of the Crown Princess of the Eastern Palace.

It is said that the concubine and concubine concubine grandson chatted in the chamber of commerce when they regularly held tea parties with the ladies of various prefectures in accordance with their past habits.

As soon as the news was confirmed and spread, Yushitai seemed to smell bloody sharks, and they wrote letters one after another, impeaching the crown princess for being unethical, talking nonsense, and insulting the royal reputation.

If this matter was left in the past, the civil servants relying on the prince would definitely turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, and would not impeach the princess at all.

But since the sheep-raising ceremony, the relationship between the Civil Service Group and the East Palace has become a little delicate.

Originally, everyone thought that with Zhu Pangpang's temper, he would definitely apologize on behalf of the princess.

It turned out that Zhu Pangpang scolded those censors directly during the court meeting that day.

In Zhu Pangpang's words.

Is there a problem with the princess saying this?This is the seed my son got from promoting overseas trade, and it is also a credit to my grandson. As a mother, she is proud of her son, can't she?
Besides, you censors don't even check, how do you know that potatoes can't produce so much per mu?

Now all the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty are stupid.

Seeing the crown prince's angry look, is it true that the legendary grain yield of two to three thousand catties per mu is true?
Xia Yuanji, who was still dealing with the new coins, his eyes were red with excitement at the time, regardless of being in the hall, he hugged Zhu Pangpang's thigh who was about to leave because he was angry, and howled to ask Zhu Pangpang to tell him if it was true.

In the end, Zhu Pangpang was so entangled by this old guy that he couldn't help it, so he confirmed the matter to the outside world.

The reason why he dared to be so sure was because Donggong had secretly dug up a batch of potatoes a few days ago.

According to Zheng He's calculations, the yield per mu is at least about 2500 catties, so he has the confidence to scold these censors.

As for his daughter-in-law, Zhu Pangpang also had no choice but to leak the news ahead of time.

In Zhang's words.

Without my son's insistence on going to sea, without the charts and guidance maps drawn by my son, where did these seeds come from?
Zheng He's contribution is great, and I also admire those soldiers who died for the seeds.

For this reason, I, the princess, even am willing to kowtow and burn paper for them every year during the Qingming Festival, to thank them for everything they have brought to Daming and my descendants.

But my son’s contribution is not small. Your son doesn’t say a word about this matter, and you, a father, are too embarrassed to speak up. If I, a mother, don’t talk about it, our family won’t even try to take any of these credits. arrive.

The old man is so thick-skinned, if he doesn't help to spread the word, the old man will definitely be shameless and swallow all the credit.

Zhu Pangpang can understand his daughter-in-law's mood.

This credit for feeding the people of the world and feeding future generations is no ordinary credit.

This credit, this reputation, is simply a great achievement for an emperor.

With this credit, even if the emperor has been doing nothing for a lifetime, he will still be regarded as a holy king by the people of later generations.

Besides, this credit has no loss to the common people, and Zheng He himself fully recognizes this.

Without Zhu Zhangui's simple map and physical guidance, they might not have been able to find the high-yield grain continent.

Even if blind cats encounter dead mice and go there, they will not know this kind of high-yield grain, and they will not think about bringing them back to Daming to plant.

So for this matter, they also think that Zhu Zhangui's credit is the most. Even Zheng He and others think that the single nomination is still small, and Zhu Zhangui should be given the main credit.

Moreover, this incident not only improved Zhu Zhangui's reputation, but also meant a lot to him as a father.

When the descendants mention this period of history in the future, he, the father, will definitely mention it as well.

In this way, three generations of a father, grandson, father and son can enjoy it.

The common people admired it, and Zheng He and others who went to sea had no objections. It was good for their own family. How could Zhu Pangpang refuse such a thing.

But he finally accepted all this, thinking that he would have no regrets in dying, and he would have the face to see his grandfather and others.

But these censors quit, and even called themselves daughter-in-law.

Said his daughter-in-law.To deny the credit of one's own son, to deny the credit of one's own son, is to deny him as a father, to deny him as a father is to deny his father.

How can this be tolerated.

Therefore, Zhu Pangpang, who has always been gentle, lost his temper for the first time in the court.

"Wait a little longer, the emperor is most concerned about these things, and he sent me a message yesterday saying that he will definitely come back."

Looking up at the sun that had already reached noon, Zhu Pangpang hesitated for a moment, and said to the crowd behind him.

"Wait until the evening, if the emperor can't come back in time, let's start. After all, everyone has come, and we can't let them go back disappointed."

Everyone nodded and continued to wait silently.

This year's two crops were planted a little later because of the first planting and the thawing was a bit late this year.

It was supposed to be harvested in July, but because it was planted late, it could not be harvested until August.

Some time ago, Zhu Pangpang, who secretly dug up a batch of potatoes, confirmed that the yield was really so high, and hurriedly passed the news to the old man.

Originally, he wanted to tell his son the news, but he thought that some time ago, his son was still afraid of being surrounded by assassins, and he didn't want to distract his son, so he didn't inform his son about it.

After the old man received the news, he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night, and the laughter didn't stop.

On the second day, the generals were given the next combat order, and they returned overnight with their guards.

The old man wanted to see these auspicious grain production with his own eyes.

A few days ago, Zhu Pangpang received 800 li urgently, saying that the old man was already on his way back, and he was not allowed to harvest in advance, and if he dared to pick, he would come back and beat him.

Zhu Pangpang also wanted to make his father, who had been worrying all his life, happy, so even if today was the scheduled harvest day, he had to ask everyone to wait for the old man to come back.

Time passed by little by little, and it was evening in a blink of an eye.

"Your Highness, look at this!"

Carrying a sickle, Xia Yuanji, who was ready to go to the ground at any time, glanced at the sun that was already in the west, and reminded Fatty Zhu in a low voice.

Zhu Pangpang, whose feet were already numb, looked at the still empty road, and the impatient people and officials waiting around, and shook his head helplessly.

"Then, open..."

But just as he started, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Seeing that the prince was about to give an order, everyone who was preparing to hear the sound of horseshoes also turned their heads to look.

I saw a dragon flag fluttering high in the distance. Below the flag, thousands of soldiers were escorting a majestic old man in civilian clothes, running fast.

"Hurry up, the emperor is back, welcome him quickly."

Seeing that it was his old man, Zhu Pangpang heaved a sigh of relief, quickly lifted his clothes and put them under the support of the eunuch, and yelled at everyone to greet him.

"Your Majesty, Sheng Gong'an!"

Under the leadership of Zhu Pangpang, all the people present paid homage to the old man who had rushed back from the journey.

"Haha, I'm safe, get up!"

Although he was exhausted mentally and physically after driving for several months, the old man's exhaustion was swept away instantly when he saw the golden tassels and the large farmland. The people around waved their hands, making them stand up.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After everyone got up, the old man saw that Zhu Pangpang, who had lost a little weight due to his busy schedule, said distressedly.

"Boss, thank you for your hard work!"

Those 6 short words made Zhu Pangpang's eyes turn red.

This is the first time the old man has said these words in front of so many people.

"My son just did his duty. It is you who worked hard. You are the hardest one who has fought thousands of miles for the country."

"Hahaha…"

The old man laughed, reached out and patted the elder son on the shoulder, and then strode towards the farmland.

Looking at the golden rice under the setting sun, the old man pinched his waist and waved his hand boldly.

"Harvest!"

It's so late now, and it's too late for the ceremony. If we really want to do the whole thing, we have to wait until midnight.

Besides, the old man is not restrained, and he is the emperor, so no one dares to say what he wants.

Following the old man's order, all the officials rolled up their sleeves, and under the leadership of Zhu Pangpang, they picked up the sickle and went down to the field to start harvesting hybrid rice.

The Crown Princess led the female relatives and the newly-learned children, and followed behind to help pack and tidy up.

Later, the experienced old farmers called from all over the country started threshing on the spot under the leadership of officials from the household department.

In such a busy harvesting scene, the old man pinched his waist with his hands, and his eyes were full of relief and satisfaction.

"Your Majesty, should the potatoes be harvested now or tomorrow."

Zheng He, who was the only one who didn't harvest, saw that everyone had gone to harvest the rice, and no one cared about his potatoes. He was a little impatient, so he walked up to the old man and asked if his potatoes were still harvested today?

For this day, he has been waiting for more than half a year, and even led the crew to catch insects and weeds in the potato fields every day.

These are the seeds that those brothers bought back with their lives. Many people would rather be hungry than eat these things.

These potatoes carry the wishes of countless brothers and their contributions.

It doesn't matter to him, but those brothers who died must take this honor, because it is what they bought with their lives.

It's a pity that the boat carrying the sweet potatoes sank in the wind and waves, otherwise what would be harvested today would not be two high-yield grains, but three.

The old man was watching the rice harvesting, only then did he notice Zheng He who was standing beside him, who had lost his hand.

"Three Treasures!"

Looking at the empty sleeves, the old man had a very complicated expression on his face. He stretched out his hand to grab the sleeves that fluttered in the wind. The old man looked at Zheng He seriously and said, "You have already told me about you, don't worry, we will definitely avenge you." When the army is withdrawn this year and begins to recuperate next year, the power of the imperial court will increase to the navy."

"Give me three years. After three years, you will set sail again to avenge those soldiers who died for you!"

The old man's words from the heart made Zheng He, a man who had lost his arm and did not shed tears, be so moved that he fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

"I thank the emperor for his kindness!"

Reaching out to pull it up, the old man looked at the fleet soldiers and some old farmers standing in the potato field, looking forward to it.He raised his hand again and saw that the people surrounding the imperial field looked at Zheng He and said.

"This high-yield grain is a blessing in the world, and it should be shared with the people."

With that said, the old man, accompanied by Zheng He, walked towards the outskirts of Huangtian, and said loudly to the people who hurriedly saluted.

"I heard that many people don't believe that the high-yield grain brought back by Zheng He can yield thousands of catties per mu. Since you don't believe it, I don't make any guarantees, otherwise you will think I am talking wildly."

The old man looked at the people and said loudly: "Today, I will witness with you whether this high-yield grain can produce thousands of catties per mu."

After speaking, he waved his hand and said to the common people: "Those who plow the fields at home can pick them together with me, and witness whether this is true."

"The untouchables are willing to be with His Majesty!"

"Grassmen are willing too!"

"Caomin plows the fields every day at home, he is a good hand, Your Majesty, Caomin is also willing."

Soon thousands of people were selected, and then walked to the potato field with the old man.

Although the old man is a general on horseback, he also knows a little about the field. Every year when he is in the court, he will personally preside over the spring plowing.

Reaching out and rolling up his sleeves, the old man seemed to have known how to pick potatoes a long time ago. He reached out and grabbed the potato seedlings and pulled them out. Five or six potatoes the size of an adult's fist were brought out.

"Oh, what a big fruit!"

Looking at the fist-sized potatoes, the old man took one and weighed it in his hand, laughing in satisfaction.

"There are more under the emperor!"

Zheng He on the side, after the old man pulled out the potato seedlings, stretched out his only hand, dug in the ground twice, and took out two or three potatoes of different sizes.

"Hahaha, good!"

The old man is in a particularly good mood today. Seeing a seedling grow so many fruits, he feels very happy.

Reaching out to pick off a few potatoes, he lowered his head and pulled them out regardless of his fatigue.

Seeing that the emperor had already started, the common people who had been divided into teams by the soldiers also started to get busy.

Soon, under the crowd of people outside, exclamations came from the potato field.

"My God, mine is as big as two fists, so it must weigh three to four catties!"

"Ha, what's yours? Look at me, it's as big as a child's head!"

"Oh my god, such a big fruit is enough for our family to eat in one meal."

The people standing outside listened to the constant discussions and cheers and exclamations from the potato and rice fields, and saw the bags of millet and potatoes piled aside, scratching their heads anxiously.

The time for receiving the goods passed very quickly, and it was getting dark in a blink of an eye.

But no one at the scene wanted to leave, and under the soldiers set up a fire and lit torches, they continued to harvest the fruits in full swing.

The harvesters in the front, and the officials of the household department and the people from the chamber of commerce in the back are also busy without touching the ground.

One by one, they helped to bag and weigh the fields.

The old man has already explained that every acre of land should be placed in that acre of land, so that comparison can be made.

It has been busy until midnight, and the overall harvest is officially completed.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Xia Yuanji who was holding the ledger, his face flushed with excitement.

"How about it, what's the harvest!"

The old man asked with a smile while reaching out to take the account book.

"Your Majesty, it's auspicious. It's just auspicious. I've lived so many years in vain. I never thought that there would be such a high-yield grain in this world."

Seeing this guy's mouth flutter, the old man laughed, and then stood on the steps with the account book, looking at the nobles and officials of the people under the countless torches around him.

Everyone also looked at the old man quietly, waiting for the emperor to announce the official result.

Although the piles of grain and potatoes have proved that the output is not low, they still want to know the exact amount.

Under the light of the torch, the old man opened the tent.

He glanced at it first, and after he saw the numbers clearly, his expression froze for a moment, he raised his hand to wipe his eyes vigorously, and took a deep breath.

Finally, looking at the people around him, the horn raised by Little Snot became louder.

"The first field of hybrid rice, with a total weight of 1 catties!"

"Wow!"

There was an instant uproar at the scene.

920 jin is twice the output of the current field.

If all the fields planted in Da Ming could have such a high yield, would Da Ming still starve to death?

The common people were very excited, but they suppressed the excitement in their hearts as fast as they could, and prepared to hear about the high-yield grain output.

"The second field of hybrid rice, 2 catties!"

"The second field of hybrid rice, 3 catties!"

The old man announced the output of the three-acre field of hybrid rice, and the faces of the common people and officials turned red with excitement.

After reading the hybrid rice of the three fields, the old man took a deep breath, looked at everyone and said: "The first field of potatoes, 1 catties!"

"boom!"

The crowd was thrown into an uproar as if a bomb had been thrown into it.

When picking, they judged that the yield should not be low based on the number of piles.

But when they heard the exact figures, everyone was dumbfounded.

4500 catties, my God, the output of one mu of land is worth 10 times what they usually cultivate.

Now they are all at a loss, and some suspect that what they have planted for so many years may be fake fields.

After a little silence below, the old man continued to speak loudly with a rosy face.

"The second field of potatoes, 2 catties!"

"it is good!"

There was another jubilation below.

The old man waved his hand and said to everyone with an excited expression.

"The next thing I want to read is an experimental field. The potatoes in this field are just planted, and then I don't care about anything. I don't fertilize, weed, or catch insects. The rain is all provided by God."

Everyone held their breath and understood what the emperor meant when he read out the field.

This is to tell everyone that this kind of high-yielding grain, if you don't take care of it, how much will the yield be?
Everyone held their breath and looked at the old man quietly.

The old man took a deep breath and announced loudly with the loudest voice.

"The third unmanaged potato field yields 3 catties per mu!"

"Long live, long live, long live!"

This time it really exploded.

No one cares about the fields that no one cares about, as long as the seeds are planted, they can grow 1800 catties.

These are not seeds, they are simply golden bumps.

Everyone was cheering, and those old people who had experienced hunger were lying on the ground and crying loudly.

Shouting the names of those who died of starvation, saying that they did not catch up with the good times, and telling them that their children and grandchildren will never go hungry again.

Listen to the cheers and the firecrackers and fireworks all around you.

The old man showed a satisfied smile on his face, holding the ledger in his hand, and looked up at the sky.

"Father, did you see that? No one in our Ming Dynasty will starve to death again!"

The cheering and celebration lasted for a long time. After the soldiers shouted for everyone to be quiet again, the old man called Zheng He to the stage and asked the soldiers of Zheng He's fleet to stand in front of the stage.
He held Zheng He's hand, looked at the soldiers in the fleet, and said loudly to those present.

"Zheng He and the soldiers of the fleet traveled thousands of miles and faced life and death all the time. They brought new food to our Ming Dynasty. I and the people of the world should be grateful."

After speaking, the old man bowed deeply to Zheng He and the soldiers of the fleet in front of all the people.

The old man's sudden move startled Zheng He, and he quickly knelt down on the ground.

The same is true for the soldiers of the fleet, who knelt on the ground one after another, saying that they did not dare.

"The emperor is right. Mr. Zheng and these soldiers have brought high-yield grain, so that our people will no longer suffer from hunger, and our children and grandchildren will no longer suffer from hunger. We should all be grateful for that."

An old farmer standing in front of the crowd, seeing the old man's salute, also felt that it should be so.

At the beginning, they still had some doubts about the high-yield grain, but now they saw and heard with their own eyes, those doubts disappeared without a trace, and only gratitude remained in their hearts.

Zheng He and others traveled thousands of miles and brought back high-yield crops through untold hardships, which is a kindness to the people of the world.

For such a great kindness, ten thousand words are not enough to thank him, and a mere salute is already negligent.

Now that even the emperor saluted and thanked them, the beneficiaries naturally couldn't lag behind.

Under the greeting of several old farmers, the common people, men, women, old and young, knelt down on the ground one after another, saluted and kowtowed to Zheng He and others.

The prince Zhu Pangpang and the princess, along with all the officials and women, bowed down to Zheng He and others.

"Zheng He is a mere eunuch, how can he bear the great gifts from all the folks and elders."

Seeing the common people, the crown prince, officials and others kneeling and kowtowing to him, Zheng He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and threw himself on the ground, saying that he didn't dare to do so, while crying loudly.

He, Zheng He, was just a eunuch. Although he was a minister, he knew that many people still looked down on him.

Apart from his own dream, he also wanted to tell everyone that he, Zheng He, was physically disabled, but he also had great ambitions.

However, during the first two voyages, when I came back, what I received was not the appreciation and respect of the people, but all kinds of doubts and puzzles.

If it weren't for the support of the emperor and the full support of His Royal Highness, it would be impossible for him to dream of going to sea.

Later, after going through many difficulties and obstacles, his wish to travel around the world finally came true, and today he has been thanked by the people all over the world because of his act of bringing back high-yield grain.

He Zheng He did what all the eunuchs in history wanted to do, even if he died today, he would have no regrets.

Even though Zheng He is an eunuch, from now on, in the eyes of all the people in the world, he is a perfect person, and also a virtuous saint who has saved the people of the world and has countless descendants.

(End of this chapter)