Daming: If I find a great-grandson, I will teach an emperor through the ages

Chapter 10 The Achievements of Ten Years of Cultivation

After all, Cao Wei's idea of ​​using a huge Kongming lantern to make people fly into the sky is not complicated.

It's not like those complicated and difficult-to-understand formula theories, or things that people have never seen before, like generators and steam engines.

After all, people have seen the Kongming Lantern.

Since you can fly to the sky with candles, as long as the Kongming lantern is big enough, why can't you fly to the sky with people?

The idea just never came up.

When it is brought up, people will naturally associate it.

The same is true for Zhu Yuanzhang. He keenly began to think, if he could really create a huge Kongming lantern to fly people into the sky, what would be the point?
He spent most of his life on the battlefield, and the first thing he thought of was military use.

As the saying goes, stand high and see far.

If one reaches a high enough height, one can have a panoramic view of everything below, just like climbing a mountain.

If it is a confrontation on the battlefield, send someone to climb up the huge Kongming lantern that was built.

Then within a certain distance, every move of the enemy will be clearly detected!
Step by step, step by step!

Relying on this advantage, it is very likely to determine or increase the probability of winning or losing this battle!

Zhu Yuanzhang's cloudy and old eyes seemed to suddenly become much brighter.

He kept rubbing his fingers, "This Cao Wei... is interesting, really interesting... how did he come up with this method?"

At this time, the chief eunuch who had been standing beside Zhu Yuanzhang took two steps forward and called softly:

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, it's time to rest."

Zhu Yuanzhang felt a burst of fatigue and rushed forward, yawned, nodded, then got up and left the imperial study, heading towards the Qianqing Palace.

Tomorrow is the day when the prince is buried.

Since the child Ying'er has recovered his memory, he will probably come to see his father off for the last time...

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The next day.

Cao Wei left the house after eating breakfast as usual.

[Countdown to return: 358 days, 16 hours, 34 minutes and 03 seconds]

August is not a busy time for farming, and Cao Wei only went to the fields to see how the crops were growing.

After turning around, nothing unusual was found, and the wheat was growing well.

Cao Wei's family has a total of seven acres of land, three of which are connected together, and the other four are scattered elsewhere, but not too far away.

Others have never noticed that the wheat in Cao Wei's three acres of land grows better than the wheat in other fields.

This is because Cao Wei has been conducting selective breeding in the past ten years. He wants to use this method to breed wheat with higher yields.

Ten years have passed. I can’t say that this method is useless, but it still has some effect.

Because Nanjing is located in the south, the climate is warmer, and the surrounding water conservancy conditions are sufficient, so the output is higher than that in the hinterland of the Central Plains or in the north.

In Hebei and other places, the output per mu of land is between two hundred and dozens of catties, less than three hundred catties, and those with lower yields will only be about two hundred catties.

Around Yingtian, or further south, not to mention rice, but just wheat, one acre of land is generally about ten or twenty kilograms higher than in the north, and can reach over three hundred kilograms.

And after Cao Wei's ten years of selective cultivation, the yield of the three acres of land will be slightly higher.

It can be about [-] to [-] catties higher than the normal yield. When the yield of one mu of land is good, it can produce [-] to [-] catties of grain.

The extra [-] to [-] kilograms of wheat does not seem to be much, and it is only a small pile when divided.

What's more, Cao Wei is a modern person, and he knows what high-yielding food will be like in future generations.

An acre of wheat can usually produce seven to eight hundred catties, nearly a thousand catties.

If some high-yielding seeds are cultivated, one acre of land can even be close to two thousand kilograms!

In this comparison, the extra forty to fifty catties per mu of Cao Wei's three acres of land at this time is really not enough.

In ten years, in exchange for one mu of land, there is an extra fifty catties.

Cao Wei didn't know whether he was a success or a failure.

If Zhu Yuanzhang knew the results of this fifty kilograms, he might be shocked.

One acre of land yields fifty catties more. What if every acre of land in the Ming Dynasty produced fifty catties more?

Isn't it true that the country's grain production has increased by nearly [-]% overall? !
Cao Wei didn't think too much about it at this time. After inspecting the wheat in the field in less than a quarter of an hour, he went home humming a ditty.

Back home, Cao Ying was already waiting anxiously.

Today is the day that Prince Zhu Biao was buried in Dongling.

In addition to the royal family and all the officials in the court, the people of Yingtianfu can also go to mourn on their own.

Of course Cao Ying is going.

That's his biological father!

Although Cao Wei didn't feel anything about this kind of thing, at least it was Daming's crown prince who was buried, so it was right for him, as an ordinary commoner of Daming, to pay his respects.

The two locked the door and walked side by side towards Dongling.

Along the way, many people are moving in the same direction as them.

The closer we got to Dongling, the more people there were.

Cao Wei and his son relied on their excellent physical fitness to pass through all the obstacles and push their way to the front.

At this time, they were about a mile away from the hundreds of officials in the center of Donglin Field, so they couldn't see clearly.

People are not allowed to get too close.

Everyone is waiting quietly...

Suddenly, a burst of mourning music was played, and the sound resounded throughout the scene, and a sad atmosphere permeated madly.

Cao Wei noticed that his son Cao Ying's body trembled slightly at the moment the mourning and music sounded, and his eyes turned red.

He knew Cao Ying's character, and it's not a bad thing to be sentimental. In this kind of atmosphere, even he felt a little depressed.

He raised his hand and patted Cao Ying on the shoulder.

Cao Ying turned her head, looked at him with red eyes, nodded, and signaled that she was fine.

At this time, the funeral procession finally appeared at the end of the main road in Tanglin.

Zhu Yuanzhang was alone, walking at the front of the team. Although his figure was slightly stooped, his steps were firm!
He looked like he was leading the way for his eldest son.

Although Cao Wei couldn't see Zhu Yuanzhang's face clearly due to the distance, he couldn't help feeling emotional when he saw this scene.

The life of Hongwu Emperor, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, was really not easy...

The burial of the crown prince is naturally very grand.

Until Zhu Yuanzhang led the guard of honor all the way to the gate of Dongling Palace, the tail of the guard of honor could not be seen on the main road.

All members of the guard of honor were dressed in plain clothes. From a distance, they looked like a long white dragon, adding a bit of bleak air.

At the gate of Dongling Palace, someone seemed to be reading something loudly.

It should be a eulogy.

Naturally, people who are far away cannot hear it.

The officials were divided into two rows and stood on both sides, bowing their heads solemnly.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood in the middle of them, listening to the condolences in his ears and looking at the coffin in front of him, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

He raised his head and scanned the crowd of people around him, trying to find a certain figure.

But the people were far apart, so where could he find them?
The eulogy is over,

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand wearily, and the coffin of Prince Zhu Biao was sent to the depths of Dongling in front of his eyes...

The whole process lasted nearly two hours.

During this period, Cao Ying kept wiping her tears quietly.

As soon as the funeral was over, Cao Wei hurriedly took Cao Ying away.

If this continues, Cao Ying will burst into tears!

Silly boy, crying like this at a memorial service.

Those who didn’t know thought your biological father was dead.

(End of this chapter)