Daming: I am the most powerful emperor grandson, please abdicate the throne

Chapter 392 High Grain Yield
  Zhu Xuan returned to Panyu by boat and docked at the port.

After getting off the boat, he first saw Cen Jing and Wu Yongfeng who greeted him. After a brief meeting, Zhu Xuan asked them to go back to work. It was not the first time he came back, so there was no need to make the welcome too high-profile.

"Your Highness!"

Cen Hua was also in the trading port. When she saw Zhu Xuan coming back alone, she asked curiously: "Where are the two sisters?"

Zhu Xuan said: "You stayed in Kunming, do you miss them?"

"miss you!"

Cen Hua is at home and has no girls of the same age to play with.

After getting to know Xu Miaojin and Mu Yuanjun, she finally found company. Although the age gap between her and Xu Miaojin was a bit big, Xu Miaojin was a big sister and was very kind to her. The age difference between her and Mu Yuanjun was only two years, so they had common topics because they were close in age. .

Their relationship was cultivated in this way, and Cen Hua really misses them now.

"They should not be able to come back until the second half of the year."

Zhu Xuan explained and asked, "Nothing else happened recently, right?"

Cen Hua had no choice but to let go of her thoughts and responded: "With my eldest brother and Mr. Wu here, Panyu is very good. The money earned by the trading port is increasing day by day. There is nothing else to do now."

Everything is fine.

Zhu Xuan did not stay too long at the trading port. He went directly back to his residence and handed over the train technology to the technical staff of the Science Pavilion. He also brought back the researchers from Annan. The next step was to study the train with all his strength as soon as possible. Put it into practice.

After making these arrangements, Zhu Xuan returned home and saw Cen Hua making tea and waiting for him.

"Why did little sister Hua'er come to see me?"

Zhu Xuan took a sip of tea and asked curiously.

Cen Hua said softly: "I'm bored at home alone, so I came to take a look. When will you go to Europe again? I also want to go to sea with you."

Zhu Xuan asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid?"

The last time she went to sea, Cen Hua suffered a lot and almost fell ill. Fortunately, she was fine.

"Not afraid!"

Cen Hua's pretty face blushed slightly as she thought of what happened in the past.

Zhu Xuan did think about going to Europe again this year, but he was not in a hurry. The tea was not ready yet, and he also had to ask the kiln to help him bake a batch of porcelain for export.

Although he has not gone to sea now, Zheng He has led the Yingtian ship to the west again to build relationships with Adelaide and others.

Zhu Xuan's plan for his second trip to Europe is not just as simple as trade, he also wants to plan other things in Europe. By the way, he wants to see how the cotton he asked Adelaide to plant last year is doing this year.

"When I make arrangements, I will take you to play."

Zhu Xuan said and said nostalgically: "You used to compete with me, but now you have become well-behaved, which makes me very uncomfortable."

Cen Hua listened and hummed: "I will keep competing with you from now on to see what you do."

"welcome!"

Zhu Xuan laughed.

Cen Hua also thought that Zhu Xuan had some special hobbies and insisted on competing with him.

Cen Hua thinks it's quite fun to compete with Zhu Xuan occasionally.

night.

Cen Hua was sent away.

Zhu Xuan asked Hou Xian to prepare pencils, and then spread out sheets of drawing paper to prepare some drawings.

In the past, Zhu Xuan would first draw a draft and then ask Hou Xian to draw it again. Hou Xian, a tool man, would pat his heart and say that these were actually his drawings, helping Zhu Xuan cover up the fact that he knew everything. But when it came to It is not needed at this time. After recalling it for a long time, Zhu Xuan first drew the shape of an automatic rifle on the drawing paper.

Rifles with the 38-cap style are still very useful in this era and are dozens of versions ahead of the world. However, we cannot always use the 38-cap style. We cannot stagnate in the research and development of weapons. We must develop more powerful weapons. .

The style of this rifle is Type 95.

Zhu Xuan didn't understand the specific internal parts at all and had never seen them before. However, based on his knowledge of firearms before traveling through time, he only roughly drew the appearance of an automatic rifle.

Whether you can make Type 95 depends on the technology of the Science Pavilion.

However, there is a high probability that it cannot be made. It can only be similar in appearance, and the inside should be similar to the 38 cover. At most, the magazine is changed, the strength of the barrel is changed, and the parts are made more refined, etc.

The low industrial level is an important reason for restricting development.

The current industrial level of Ming Dynasty is still not high enough.

Zhu Xuan could only throw out these ideas and let the experts in the Science Pavilion ponder and study them.

When the drawing was almost finished, Zhu Xuan drew some more artillery pieces, such as mortars, etc., hoping to use them to replace the Crouching Tiger Cannon, and then handed them over to the Science Pavilion.

"That's probably all I can do."

Zhu Xuan said to himself: "After the Ming Dynasty was developed, in the world hundreds of years later, the most widely circulated language can only be the Ming Dynasty Mandarin, not English anymore."

He wants there to be only the voice of Ming on earth.

Hou Xian, who was listening next to him, had no idea what Zhu Xuan was talking about.

He just thinks that His Highness is very powerful.

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When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon.

If Cen Hua Boring hadn't knocked on the door, Zhu Xuan might have slept until the afternoon. After all, he was very tired and sleepy after returning from the boat ride, tired from traveling and traveling, and staying up late to draw pictures.

After finishing breakfast and lunch together, Zhu Xuan went out and went to the government office to find Xu Qi.

They went to inspect the reservoirs and water conservancy projects outside the city again.

In terms of water conservancy projects, in addition to considering water convenience, we also need to consider preventing floods, regulating water resources, etc. The construction of water conservancy embankments is basically made of concrete and reinforced with reinforced cement, without delaying daily water use.

"It's almost harvest time."

After Zhu Xuan finished looking at the water conservancy project, he went to look at the farmland next to it.

At this time, the canal was continuously draining water to irrigate the rice field in front of us.

The rice is not yet mature, and the ears of rice are still green. As the breeze blows, it forms a sea of ​​turquoise, rippling with the wind. The ears of rice collide and rub against each other, making a "rustling" sound, which sounds very pleasant to the ear.

The sound of friction gave Zhu Xuan the joy of a good harvest.

"Master Xu, listen, is this the sound of a good harvest?"

Zhu Xuan asked with a sense of accomplishment.

He could see the ears of rice, with plump and stringy rice grains hanging on them. Although rice in this era was not very productive, under Zhu Xuan's agricultural measures, the increase in production had indeed more than doubled than before.

"These are all the result of His Highness's fertilizer."

Xu Qi was in a good mood when he saw the full ears of rice. Regardless of the heat of the sun, they stood on the edge of the farmland and said excitedly: "As long as we fertilize properly, the rice in Guangdong can be as full as before. According to my It can be inferred that this year’s output will be higher than last year’s.”

Guangdong has relatively good water and heat conditions, and with the assistance of chemical fertilizers, the rice yields are very impressive two seasons a year.

Zhu Xuan is even thinking about whether to promote chemical fertilizers to Qiongzhou, where it can be used three seasons a year, and with the help of chemical fertilizers, it can almost become the granary of the Ming Dynasty.

Seeing such a high yield of food made them feel better!
  (End of this chapter)