Daming: I am the Crown Prince

Chapter 145 Business
You can try manure, compost or fermented manure, etc.

Zhu Yunhuan’s requirements were not high. As long as the land could produce an extra ten kilograms of grain per acre, that would be considered good.

It sounds like a joke that you can only increase the yield by 10 kilograms after all the hard work. But in this era when the normal yield per mu is about 200 kilograms, increasing the yield by 10 kilograms is a huge improvement.

In this era, there is no hybrid rice that can produce 1,000 kilograms per mu, and no new-age Shennong who dreams of enjoying the shade under the rice plants.

Even if we find potatoes and corn, we may still need to continue breeding them, so we really can't be in a hurry now.

Zhu Yunhuan was not half-hearted, he was farming seriously. Although he mostly just took time to look at it, and other people were doing the reclamation and cultivation, the two acres of land were the "responsibility field" of Zhu Yunhuan, the crown prince.

After taking a closer look, Zhu Yunxun said, "Remember these. Remember the manures clearly. Remember how much and what kind of manures were used. Remember all of them. The materials here are directly piled in, which ones are buried, and which ones are fermented. Remember all of them clearly."

Zhang Fusheng immediately said, "Your Highness, don't worry. I have specially asked Bao An to keep an eye on it. We must not let anything go wrong."

Zhu Yunxun asked, "Is this Bao An from Wenhua Palace?"

Zhang Fusheng quickly said, "Your Highness, I am serving in Wenhua Palace and am currently the Chief Justice."

That was not considered low, a Sizheng was a fifth-rank eunuch, which was considered to be the threshold of a high-level eunuch. Even the eunuchs in charge of the twelve prisons were all fourth-rank eunuchs.

Zhu Yunhuan joked, "Si Zheng, can you still make Si Zheng listen to you now? He is a legitimate eunuch, who do you think you are?"

This is not an exaggeration. If the little hook is gone, then he is a eunuch. Eunuch is the name of a high-ranking eunuch, at least that is the case in the Ming Dynasty now.

Zhang Fusheng said with a little pride, "Thanks to your majesty's grace, I am now the eunuch holding the seal of the Metropolitan Supervisor."

This time it was Zhu Yunhuan's turn to be stunned. This Duzhijian was also one of the 12 official eunuchs, and Zhang Fusheng, the seal-holding eunuch, was a fourth-rank eunuch. In other words, the Duzhijian was not as good as the Silijian and Neiguanjian, which also gave Zhang Fusheng a chance to be promoted, otherwise it would be considered "the end of his official career".

But this is nothing strange. Zhang Fusheng has served Zhu Yunhuan for two years and is very satisfied with his performance and ability. Although he is a "traitor", Zhu Yunhuan doesn't care as long as he is loyal.

"Then do your job well." Zhu Yunhuan said with a smile, "Have your men keep an eye on these fields. If you can't make up your mind, go and ask for an audience. There's no time to waste."

While they were talking, Lao Zhu came over with his men. “I can smell the stench from far away. You’re the one who came up with this idea!”

Zhang Fusheng and others all looked pale and knelt down to apologize.

Zhu Yunhuan didn't care about Zhu's accusation and said with a smile, "Why not choose a place farther away or a little off the beaten track? I didn't dare to choose the Fengxian Hall or the Altar of the Land and Grain, otherwise it would be a serious crime."

Old Zhu didn't care and said, "If you really make good fertilizer, the ancestors will only be happy."

As he spoke, Lao Zhu walked to the pit and asked directly, "What does this mean?"

"Let's ferment the compost and see if we can get more fertilizer." Zhu Yunhuan said, "After thinking about it, we all understand that it's hard for ordinary people to raise a cow. Better families raise a pig or a cow, so how much fertilizer can they have? It would be better if we could get more fertilizer."

It is so difficult to achieve a well-off life for the people. Even if they have to work hard all their lives, many people just hope to raise a cow.

Zhu Yunxun explained, "So I just wanted to have more fertilizer. I also had people clean up the mud and rotten grass in the stable to see if I could ferment some fertilizer."

Old Zhu was beaming with joy. No matter whether some of Zhu Yunhuan's ideas were fantastic or not, he felt happy when he saw that his grandson really wanted to do something, and it was such a serious thing.

"That's what I think. How can ordinary people have so much manure?" Old Zhu said, "Let's take a look. It would be good if we can find more fertilizer. If this is done, many guards will benefit."

There is nothing wrong with saying this. Some garrisons have no shortage of people or horses, so they have relatively more manure in the stables.

The garrisons, especially the military farming garrisons, had to grow grain, not only to be self-sufficient, but also to hand over grain to the imperial court.

Zhu Yunhuan continued, "I think it's not just that. Those vassal garrisons, especially those in the north, although they are now filled with Ming soldiers and civilians, it's not good to let them learn from the barbarians. If they can really farm and produce, then those lands will be ours."

Zhu Yunhuan's words made Old Zhu's eyes light up, and he thought this was a good thing.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew best what the current situation in the north was like. In the past two years, several vassal kings had been established, all of them so-called frontier kings.

There were also some vassal garrisons in areas south of the desert. In fact, they were some Hu people who surrendered and were given official positions by the court. However, the staff of those garrisons were basically from the Hu tribes.

The so-called Duoyan Sanwei and others were vassal garrisons, and some of these garrisons would defect from time to time, which was also a hidden danger. The garrisons on the grasslands raised cattle and sheep, drank horse milk, and had many of the same habits as the Hu people.

It is not a big problem now, but if you want to control it for a long time, it is not as simple as building a city, but to allow the military and civilians to take root there. This is the real control.

Otherwise, if there was an emperor like Zhu Zhanji, the areas south of the desert would have been abandoned voluntarily.

The grandfather and grandson were pointing at the field and discussing it seriously. They didn't feel the heat at all, and the bad smell didn't have much impact on them either.

It was almost time, so Old Zhu took Zhu Yunhuan back, "Yunhuan, you are good in this respect. Although you were born into a wealthy family and have had some hardships since childhood, I like your character. Although you are a bit overbearing at times, you are diligent in government and love the people, and you also care for the royal family."

"What can I do?" Zhu Yunhuan said with a smile, "I am the crown prince, this is definitely what I should do. If I don't manage the country well, I will feel uneasy."

Old Zhu nodded with relief, "I was afraid of death in the past two years, afraid that you wouldn't be able to control me after I died. Now I'm relieved. Even if I'm gone, you can still be a good emperor."

Zhu Yunxun immediately said, "Didn't you agree to take care of my son for two years? What should I do if you leave now?"

Zhu Yunhuan was also afraid, and Zhu's current situation was somewhat "dangerous".

The relatives he cared about the most passed away one after another, and Lao Zhu had already begun to feel a little bit exhausted. If he lost his temper now, he might really be in some danger.

Patting Zhu Yunhuan on the back of his head, Old Zhu said, "That's your business. We should take a break."

"Don't mess with me!" Old Zhu spoke first and continued, "I'm not afraid of life and death, and I don't have the will to die. As long as I'm alive, I'm alive. I'm just saying, if that day really comes, don't blame me for being cruel. You're a sensible child, and it would be a good thing if I go to hell."

Old Zhu's eyebrows danced with joy, as if he had some inexplicable expectation, "I can show my filial piety to my parents when I see them, and I can also enjoy the happiness of family when I see your grandmother and your elder brother. I can also give an explanation to your parents, and I, Yunxun, have the ability."

Zhu Yunxun couldn't help but complain, "It's ok for the others, but what my eldest brother said is ridiculous."

Old Zhu said seriously, "That's different. You were only two or three years old with us. We held your elder brother in our arms since he was born. We held him for eight years! We like you because you have the ability to be a good emperor. Your elder brother is our first grandson."

Zhu Yunhuan couldn't help but want to complain, "That's your grandson. If you really think so, I'm afraid of the unexpected. Now that my wife has been chosen, give her a name. It would be best if you can hold your great-grandson. If you can't hold her, give her a name at least."

Old Zhu said without thinking, "How is Wen Kui?"

Zhu Yunhuan shook his head in denial, "Not very good, this name is not good."

Zhu Wenkui, the crown prince of Zhu Yunwen in history, is said to have disappeared with Zhu Yunwen, but it is most likely that he was directly buried in the sea of ​​fire.

Old Zhu chuckled and said, "I was the one who named your father, and I was also the one who named your eldest brother. Let's go back and think about it carefully and give our great-grandson a name."

Zhu Jihui, the Prince of Jin, was already married, so according to common sense, he might have a child in the next two years. But Zhu was not interested in naming him. He just arranged the generation name, and the only great-grandson he could have was Zhu Yunhui.

Zhu Yunxun complained, "Don't give my son a weird name. My eldest brother's name is so unique that people who don't know him would think he's not from our family!"

Old Zhu chuckled. He had high expectations for his eldest grandson, who was the only one in the Zhu family with a special name. Although his sons did not have generation names, they still followed the concept of the five elements. Only his precious grandson did not have a generation name, did not follow the five elements, and still had such a domineering and majestic name.

As Lao Zhu walked away, he said, "If you work harder and have a child when you are sixteen or seventeen, we can still hold the child."

Zhu Yunhuan was in a dilemma. Originally it was 18, but now it became 16 or 17. If he agreed, Zhu Yunhuan might get married after the mourning period was over next year, and then he would see his great-grandson by the end of the year.

"My eldest sister will be married next year after the mourning period is over." Zhu Yunhuan said, "My second sister will be married at the end of next year or the beginning of the year after. As for my third sister, it will be at the end of the year after."

Old Zhu nodded and said, "Okay, I'll follow your arrangements. I don't care about your sisters' and brothers' affairs."

"The fourth son won't let him go to the vassal state in the next two years, otherwise it would be too unreasonable." Zhu Yunhuan continued, "Let's wait another three or four years. We can't just send him away when he turns ten."

Old Zhu suddenly looked at Zhu Yunhuan and said, "Are you going to take care of our little son and daughter?"

Zhu's concubine, Lady Zhang, is pregnant with another baby, and the baby will probably be born around the first month of the year.

"Okay!" Zhu Yunhuan said, "If the emperor's uncle is the King of Han, and the emperor's aunt is Princess Baocheng, can I still wrong my uncle and aunt?"

(End of this chapter)