Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 161 Zhu Zhanhe's Ambition and Revenge Plan

"Is it painful..."

After listening to the narration of Qian Yong and the three of them, Zhu Zhanhe was the first to cast his eyes on Zhu Sanfeng.

For Qian Yong and Jian Xiao, returning to Daming represented the completion of the task, and everything in the past would only be a highlight of their credit book.

But for Zhu Sanfeng, returning to Daming may be the beginning of torture.

Women are inherently weak in this era, and Zhu Sanfeng paid too much, too much in this operation...

There were four other women with her, and they had already died in other places. On the surface, compared with these four women, Zhu Sanfeng was lucky.

But in fact, the living Zhu Sanfeng was the one who suffered the most.

It is true that the credit is on the record, but the bad nature of people will not change. Even if they know that Zhu Sanfeng has dedicated everything to Zhu Zhanhe's mission, the bad nature of people will still make them chew on Zhu Sanfeng's tongue.

So, for Qian Yong and Jian Xiao, the future is bright.

However, for Zhu Sanfeng, the future is dark.

"His Royal Highness, I am sorry for you..." Zhu Sanfeng, who had never shed a tear even when insulted by those from the Ottoman and Timurid Empires, could not hold back when facing Zhu Zhanhe.

"If there is no His Royal Highness, Sanfeng will not be much better, and it will even be more uncomfortable than now..."

"With the mercy of His Royal Highness, Sanfeng has reached a height that many people can't reach. Although it is always accompanied by malice, Sanfeng is content."

"Don't worry..." Zhu Zhanhe sighed with great emotion.

"In less than three years, I will definitely make your name resound in Ming Dynasty, even those who have bullied you, and even the whole country will regret it when they hear your name."

With that said, Zhu Zhanhe stood up and took a deep breath.

"You guys have a good rest, especially Sanfeng, don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have."

"I will not only let you get what you deserve, but also make everyone look at you with envy in the future."

"Zhu Ling!"

"exist!"

"Earlier, Grandpa Huang said that their family members have been sent here, you go and settle down, you must pay attention!"

After speaking, Zhu Zhanhe looked at Qian Yong and the others.

"go home……"

"I know you haven't left this little house for half a step before I come back, but it's been four years..."

"It's time to go home and have a look..."

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It's night, the Palace of the King of Han.

After having dinner with his family, Zhu Zhanhe and his father came to the study.

"What the hell is this?" Looking at the box that he had never opened before, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore.

"Some seeds." Zhu Zhanhe shook the gold medal letter in his hand, with a deep smile on his face.

"It's also Daming...the capital that became the real kingdom of heaven."

"Huh?" Zhu Gaoxu lost his composure very rarely.

Seeing his father's expression, Zhu Zhanhe smiled, got up and opened the box.

There are many bags inside, some big and some small, people can't see what's inside the bags, but Zhu Zhanhe knows that this is his confidence in the future.

Why did the three of Qian Yong stay on the road for four years?You must know that they arrived at Hulumos with Zheng He's fleet, which is near the Suez Canal in later generations.

It only takes a short distance to see the Atlantic Ocean. Even if it takes one year to build a ship and go back and forth, and then two years to return to Daming, it will only take three years.

The difficulties encountered along the way are part of the reason, and part of the reason is these seeds.

Some seeds can persist for a long time, even after a few years, they will germinate again, but the potatoes and sweet potatoes that Zhu Zhanhe cares most about are not.

One is that no matter how good the conditions of sweet potatoes and potatoes are preserved, they will either rot or germinate for no more than one year.

Secondly, sweet potatoes and potatoes also have a huge disadvantage, that is, they cannot be dried out. If they are dried out and last for a long time, it will be difficult to germinate.

Sweet potatoes are not bad, even if they are not there, it’s okay, at most, I will look for them slowly in the future, anyway, the arrival of the Little Ice Age is still a long time away.

But potatoes are not good. Potatoes are what Zhu Zhanhe misses the most.

It's not that he wants to use the high yield of potatoes to increase Daming's food production. Anyone who thinks this way is pure fantasy, because potatoes, a tuber plant, have a very serious and serious shortcoming.

As the number of plantings increases, the yield of potatoes will become less and less, and even serious diseases or even complete failure will occur.

It was for this reason that the famous Irish famine caused a sharp drop in the national population by a quarter.

Therefore, what Zhu Zhanhe misses most about potatoes is not that he wants potatoes to be planted in Da Ming, but that he wants potatoes to be planted in every corner of the world except Daming.

That's why the three of Qian Yong didn't come back until four years ago, because they had to cultivate these seeds in wooden boxes on the carriage when they were on their way, so that these potatoes could reach Daming with seeds.

Otherwise, in four years, even if they are well preserved, those potatoes will rot even if they don't germinate.

"Father, what do you think of the child's notoriety of killing gods?" Zhu Zhanhe opened a bag, looked at the sprouted potatoes inside, and smiled contentedly.

"Why did you suddenly ask this?" Zhu Gaoxu looked at his son in surprise.

Although Zhu Zhanhe doesn't mind this nickname very much, but in fact he rarely mentions this nickname himself, after all it is not a good thing.

But now, Zhu Zhanhe actually mentioned it himself, which surprised Zhu Gaoxu.

"Because, what's in it can make Hai'er's name completely indestructible, even if the God of Killing comes back to life in vain, it can't match Hai'er."

Zhu Gaoxu was stunned, but Zhu Zhanhe smiled happily.

He seems to have seen that Central Asia and even Central Asia and European countries could not resist the temptation of high-yield potatoes, and began to plant potatoes in a large area and repeatedly, and then the mold disease broke out, and all harvests were lost...

At that time, the human lives classified under Zhu Zhanhe's name will not be comparable to that of Bai Qi, the god of killing, who killed 40 Zhao troops.

At that time, whether it is the number or the number of people at one time, I am afraid that it will be several times or ten times more than Bai Qi...

Even dozens of times is not impossible.

Seeing the smile of his son in front of him, Zhu Gaoxu trembled for no reason, feeling fearful of his son's smile for the first time.

Although Zhu Gaoxu's reaction is relatively slow and his sense of smell is not sensitive enough, but as the saying goes, knowing a son is like a father, at least he knows his son.

It may not be fully understood, but it is far beyond ordinary people.

Zhu Gaoxu is very clear that his son has some thoughts that ordinary people can't understand, and he has never even thought about it.

And this kind of thought may scare everyone.

　Who would have thought of using potatoes in this way?

　
(End of this chapter)