Nuclear Warlord

Chapter 304 Yang Wanli's Gratitude (Ninth Change)

All the ministers who ate sweet potatoes praised it.

Emperor Qianwu was very satisfied with everyone's reaction.

The yield is high, the taste is good, and the subsequent promotion will be much easier.

Minister of the Ministry of War Yue Shanhe looked at Feng Quji and Ye Qingcang who were feasting, swallowed, and came to Li Changfeng, a little embarrassed, said: "Your Highness, how do you sell this sweet potato?"

Li Changfeng smiled and said, "Master Yue, do you want to buy it?"

"That's right, the sweet potato is really delicious. I'm done eating it before I'm addicted to it. Stop buying some and take it home and eat it happily."

Hearing this, other ministers came over.

"I want to buy it too!"

"Give me a thousand catties!"

"I want two thousand catties, the price is easy to negotiate!"

"..."

Seeing this scene, Emperor Qianwu's expression was a little unsightly.

Li Changfeng raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Stop! Everyone, stop!"

After the ministers fell silent, Li Changfeng said, "I'm sorry everyone, I won't sell it!"

As soon as this remark came out, all the officials showed disappointment, and some were even a little annoyed.

Emperor Qianwu showed a satisfied smile.

Li Changfeng didn't want to offend these people for no reason, and explained: "My lords, it's not about money, but because these are all used as seeds!"

Hearing the words, the officials were suddenly stunned, and the anger in their hearts gradually disappeared.

Li Changfeng said sincerely: "After the prince bought sweet potatoes from foreign people last year, he knew that they must be delicious, but he still endured and didn't eat any of them, so this year's big harvest!"

"So, my lords, next year, let's wait for next year. Next year's sweet potato production may reach a million catties, so you can eat it openly!"

Feng Quji swallowed the last mouthful of sweet potatoes, bowed and said, "Your Highness is so noble and upright that the old minister admires you!"

Ye Qingcang said solemnly: "Since it is a seed, it is natural not to eat too much. In the future, when the world is full of sweet potatoes, it will not be too late to eat it!"

Although the ministers still had some regrets in their hearts, they still expressed their understanding.

Emperor Qianwu was very satisfied with this, and told Li Changfeng: "Be sure to preserve these sweet potatoes and plant them next year."

Li Changfeng cupped his hands and said, "It's Your Majesty."

At this time, the hearts of the officials became active.

With more than 8 catties of sweet potatoes, His Majesty and Li Changfeng must not be able to grow them all. In order to promote them, they must also grow some for other ministers.

So who to plant, that is the problem.

This sweet potato is so delicious, it will definitely sell for a good price when it is grown.

Many ministers have already begun to think about this matter.

Emperor Qianwu looked at the sweet potatoes piled up into a hill with some reluctance, and left with his officials, while Li Changfeng stayed behind.

He looked at the farmers who planted these sweet potatoes, swallowed secretly, and said, "Come here, everyone, take one, pick the big one, after all, you planted it, what if you didn't eat it?"

All the farmers were very excited and thanked Li Changfeng again.

This is something that those court officials can't buy, but ordinary people like them can get it.

After sending away the peasants, Li Changfeng thought for a while, and then told his followers: "Pack two thousand catties...forget it, one thousand five hundred catties, and send it to the palace. Be careful not to let anyone see it."

"Then Li Jianye has [-] catties, send him a message not to spread the word everywhere, old prime minister Feng Quji and old general Ye also sent [-] catties each, and the rest will all be brought back to the prince's mansion."

Although he said that in his mouth, he couldn't be so rigid in practice. When Emperor Qianwu left, he looked at Sweet Potato reluctantly, so what if he didn't give him something.

Li Jianye is the brother with the best relationship, so naturally he cannot be forgotten about such a good thing.

Ye Qingcang and Feng Quji are bigwigs in the military and government, and they are also the backbone of the Ministry of Railways, so they have to give some benefits.

As for the other ministers, Li Changfeng didn't bother to pay attention.

After arranging these, Li Changfeng went back home.

The next morning.

A decree came from the palace to let Li Changfeng enter the palace.

Emperor Qianwu told him that he had selected a thousand loyal and reliable people from the imperial guards, and asked him to immediately start forming the Dagan Air Force.

Like the Huoqiang Battalion and the Artillery Battalion, the Dagan Air Force is directly under Emperor Qianwu and is not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War. It can be seen that Emperor Qianwu attaches great importance to this military branch.

Li Changfeng had no choice but to go to the newly designated air force training base outside the city to direct the formation of the air force on the spot.

It is said to be on-site command, but in fact it is more to teach Li Jianye the air force's combat thinking and some daily training methods.

He didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, and Li Jianye would be responsible for it later.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that Li Changfeng returned to the mansion. From a distance, he saw a group of people around the gate of the mansion.

Li Changfeng thought something had happened, so he hurried to check and found a person waiting at the door, it was Yang Zhiyuan who came to him for medicine that day.

Sitting beside him was an old man who looked a little weak, talking to the surrounding people.

Following the entourage shouting "His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince is here", everyone woke up and hurriedly knelt down to pay homage.

With the support of Yang Zhiyuan, the old man knelt down tremblingly and paid homage: "Old man Yang Wanli, pay homage to His Royal Highness Ninth Prince, come to repay your life-saving grace!"

Suddenly, Li Changfeng stepped forward and said with a smile: "So it's Mr. Yang, please get up."

Yang Wanli stood up tremblingly, and Yang Zhiyuan cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, that day you sent someone to inject my father with a penicillin, and my father woke up that night. Two more injections were given in the past two days, and my father was able to walk around. Divine medicine!"

Li Changfeng smiled and said, "It's good if it works."

Having said that, Li Changfeng's expression darkened and he looked at the guards of the mansion.

"Master Yang has arrived at the mansion, why don't you invite him in and let him wait at the door?"

The guard at the gate looked aggrieved, and was about to speak, but was preempted by Yang Wanli, who had regained his breath.

"Your Highness, it's no wonder the guards are responsible for this matter. It's the old man who doesn't want to go in."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"The grace of saving lives is greater than the heavens. How dare I enter the mansion and wait? Naturally, I have to wait outside the mansion. This will show my sincerity in repaying the favor!"

Li Changfeng glanced at Yang Wanli in surprise, waved his hands and said, "Your Majesty Yang, you don't need to be like this. This prince invented penicillin to cure diseases and save people, and it's not a life-saving grace."

Speaking of this, Li Changfeng glanced at the surprised onlookers around him, and said loudly: "It won't be long before the supply of penicillin will be opened, and it will surely benefit more people."

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding people burst into cheers.

Almost everyone in the capital knew about the fact that Yang Wanli offered a huge reward for saving his life. Famous doctors from all over the world came to him one after another, but none of them could cure him.

Who would have thought that in the end it was Li Changfeng's penicillin that pulled Yang Wanli out of the ghost gate?

There is no one who does not look forward to such a magic medicine, after all, no one has used it yet.

Yang Wanli is a bit stubborn.

He cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness's words are wrong. The penicillin has not been sold yet. Your Highness took it out in advance to save the old man's life. How can it be considered a life-saving grace?"

(End of this chapter)