Emperor Ming's grandson

Chapter 47 The yield per mu is three thousand catties! Zhu Yuanzhang's shock
They dug holes, dug potatoes, and baked potatoes. This series of processes took so long that the news that "the grandsons of Dabentang disappeared collectively" directly alarmed Zhu Yuanzhang.

Finally, the palace officials blocked the imperial grandsons on the side of the main hall who had just finished eating baked potatoes and were about to sneak back.

After Zhu Yuanzhang knew that the fields he had worked hard to cultivate for several months had been ruined by these naughty children, he was livid and hung the leaders Zhu Yunwen, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhu Youxu from a tree, and the remaining accomplices were They squatted down and lined up against the wall, holding their heads and shivering.

In a particularly large garden, dig, dig, dig.

Dig particularly large potatoes and receive a particularly severe beating.

"Bang! Bang!"

"It hurts! Grandpa Huang! It hurts!"

"We'll let you eat! What do you want to eat but I won't let you eat it? Come here to steal."

A childhood that has not been beaten is incomplete. Zhu Yuanzhang used a cane to spank these naughty boys until their butts were bruised. Except for Zhu Gaoxu, who was used to being beaten by Zhu Di, he could endure the pain without saying a word. Others, including Zhu Yunwen, were there. Inside, everyone kept begging for mercy, with snot and tears falling from their noses.

Seeing that it was all swollen from the beating, Zhu Yuanzhang stopped.

Zhu Biao and his wife from the East Palace also came after hearing the news and hurriedly persuaded him.

"Father, children are naughty and greedy. It is indeed wrong to steal things to eat, but education is enough, and they will not be beaten like this."

It's okay if Zhu Biao doesn't say anything, but he gets angry when he mentions Zhu Yuanzhang, and he feels angry and distressed at the same time.

"Look at Dasun, and then look at you bunch of trash who just eat! This is all the food that Dasun sent to us. We worked hard to grow it for several months, but it was all ruined by this bunch of trash like you! "

The back of Zhu Gaoxu's head was full of rebellion. At this time, he not only did not bow his head to admit his mistake, but also felt that he was quite justified: "Grandpa Huang, you have so many plants left in that acre of land that you can't even count them. There are so many big beans in that plant." , we only ate nine until we were full, and there were thousands of others left at least, so we shouldn’t scold them like this.”

Still talking hard!

Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry that he raised the cane again. At this moment, the cane in his hand suddenly hung in mid-air.

Something seemed wrong.

"Say it to us again."

Zhu Gaoxu, who was hung up and beaten, swallowed his saliva at this time, thinking that Zhu Yuanzhang was angry.

The young husband was flexible and flexible, but Zhu Gaoxu decisively chose to shut up. He still understood the difference between being beaten and being beaten half to death.

Zhu Yuanzhang threw away the cane and said it again in a soft voice.

Zhu Gaoxu was so scared that his hair stood on end. He was really not afraid of Zhu Yuanzhang who was angry on the surface, but he was really afraid of Zhu Yuanzhang in this state. Zhu Gaoxu closed his mouth tightly and shook his head desperately.

It wasn't until Zhu Yuanzhang put him down and promised not to beat him that Zhu Gaoxu repeated it.

Zhu Yuanzhang finally understood what was wrong.

In one acre of land, he planted more than 5 potato plants. If one potato plant has 10- tubers, then there are more than potato tubers in one acre of land. One potato tuber is enough for these children to eat for a full meal. How long can one acre of potatoes feed a family?
Moreover, he has only been planting it for less than three months!
Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang's breathing suddenly became heavy!

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were shining with light, and he seemed to see a whole new world unfolding before his eyes.

He grabbed Zhu Gaoxu's shoulders tightly and asked with a trembling voice unconsciously: "Are you telling the truth? Are you all full of yourself?"

Zhu Gaoxu was startled by Zhu Yuanzhang's reaction. He swallowed and nodded cautiously: "Yes, Grandpa Huang, the food we haven't eaten is still buried in the hole. You can send someone to dig it out and take a look."

Zhu Yuanzhang did not send anyone. He personally took Zhu Biao and these emperor's grandchildren to dig potatoes. "You bake it for us again."

Zhu Gaoxu obeyed his orders and began to build a stone kiln to roast potatoes.

After eating three baked potatoes, Zhu Yuanzhang was basically full, and Zhu Biao was almost full.

Looking at these potatoes that were bigger than his fist, and tasting the unique soft, glutinous and sweet taste of potatoes, Zhu Yuanzhang was so shocked that he couldn't express it in words.

Later, Zhu Yuanzhang asked his grandchildren to dig out several potato plants. They carried loads of potatoes in their clothes. Zhu Yuanzhang counted them himself and found that, as Zhu Gaoxu said, there were at least 4 potatoes per plant. The maximum number is even 12, and the average number is probably around 6-7.

In fact, Zhu Yuanzhang himself did not realize that the land he had worked so hard to cultivate for so long could produce such an amazing yield of food. The yield of potatoes was far beyond his imagination!

A potato weighs between one and two to two taels, and a potato weighs about one kilogram if all other parts are removed. In other words, the potato output of this acre of land, even if it is conservatively estimated, is a full three thousand. catty!

——Three thousand catties!

What is this concept?
You must know that the most productive crop in the Ming Dynasty is Champa rice. Under average conditions and through intensive farming, the yield per mu is only 300 kilograms. The potato yield per mu alone is ten times that of Champa rice!
Moreover, according to Zhu Yuanzhang's personal farming experience, the water requirements of potatoes and sweet potatoes are far less than that of rice.

It uses less water than rice and the yield is ten times higher!
These are not potatoes, these are golden beans!

This is the heavenly gospel for the people of Ming Dynasty!
The excitement in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart was indescribable. He seemed to see the hope of solving the problem of people having enough food.

What is the Little Ice Age? With this thing, why are you afraid of the Little Ice Age?
Zhu Yuanzhang could not wait to immediately order the cultivation of potatoes to be promoted throughout the country, so that all people could grow this high-yielding crop.

But Zhu Yuanzhang also knew that the seeds in his hand were not enough, and it was only experimental at this time.

After accidentally discovering this amazing result, Zhu Yuanzhang also changed his attitude towards Zhu Gaoxu and others. Not only did he no longer blame them for eating potatoes, but instead rewarded them for not going to the main hall to play freely for three days.

When Zhu Gaoxu and others heard Zhu Yuanzhang's praise, they all showed expressions of surprise, and then ran away quickly.

Zhu Biao also reacted at this time, and he was no less shocked than Zhu Yuanzhang. As the prince, he was well aware of the shortage of food in the Ming Dynasty and the hunger of the people, and he also knew the significance of this high-yielding crop to the Little Ice Age.

"Father, the yield of these potatoes is so amazing. If the cultivation can be promoted, the people of Ming Dynasty will no longer have to suffer from hunger!" Zhu Biao said excitedly.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded: "Biao'er, you are right, these potatoes are our hope for the Ming Dynasty. We must do everything we can to enable the people to grow this high-yielding crop."

"Seeds, you still have to find Ying'er to get more seeds."

"This is one aspect. Let's take a closer look at how these potatoes reproduce, whether they can produce their own seeds, or whether they can grow new ones by directly planting these potatoes."

"and."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the field ridges where sweet potatoes and corn were planted: "If the yields of these two crops are not as good as potatoes, they are probably not much worse."

Zhu Biao also sighed sincerely: "Thanks to Ying'er!"

"Yes."

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang completely recovered from the shock caused by the potato yield.

"I really don't know how many more surprises Ying'er can bring to Daming."

(End of this chapter)