My Brother-in-law is the Prince

  Chapter 248 Become famous in one fell swoop

   This Natsuhara Jile has blossomed.

  Yang Rong and Hu Guang were worried.

  Yang Rong said: "That Zhang Anshi, did you say how much food you donate?"

"It is said that the trading company is willing to give 20,000 shi to the household department." Xia Yuanji sighed and said: "In the past, 20,000 shi was nothing, but now... it is life-saving food, and the old man has no choice but to let go of his old face gone."

  Hu Guangdao: "Why does Wenyuan Pavilion say it is 40,000 stone?"

  Xia Yuanji said in surprise: "Yes, why can't you match?"

  The three whispered.

  At this moment, someone came up to meet him. It was Zhang Anshi with a few brothers.

  Actually, Zhang Anshi is okay, at least this person is someone you can deal with, and you can talk to him well.

  But the brothers behind him with upturned nostrils, or those who acted like fools, made Yang Rong shudder when they saw them.

  Zhang Anshi smiled and said: "Yang Gong, Hu Gong, Xia Gong, you are here, I have been waiting for a long time."

  The three of them returned the salute, Yang Rong said: "Marquis Annan asked me to wait, why?"

  Zhang Anshi said: "Please have a good meal."

  The faces of Yang Rong and the three were a little strange, and Hu Guang was the most impatient among the three, and he couldn't hold back: "I still have business to wait for."

  Zhang Anshidao: "Eating is also an official business. How can there be an official who doesn't eat? Walk around."

  Zhang Anshi was almost forced.

   Yang Rong and the others were terrified.

  They also want to save face, so they immediately flicked their sleeves and said seriously: "We will go by ourselves."

   Not long after, the three of them followed Zhang Anshi helplessly to a restaurant.

  Sitting here feels like sitting on pins and needles.

  Mainly Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu were sitting opposite them, and Qiu Song was sitting at the bottom. Seeing his slack eyes, he seemed to be wandering, but from time to time he showed a fierce light.

  I heard a long time ago that the son of Duke Qi is very violent, as expected.

  Zhang Anshi sat under the three of them, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that I didn't prepare water and wine today. Sangong won't be offended?"

  Hu Guangdao: "You can do whatever you want."

  Zhang Anshi nodded and said: "I knew that San Gong is different from Xie Gong, Xie Gong..."

  The three of them immediately turned their eyes away, refusing to answer the quarrel.

  No matter how Xie Jin is, even if the two people in Wenyuan Pavilion and Xie Jin really have some conflicts.

  In any occasion, you will never explain right and wrong.

  In the temple, the civil service system and the military system like Zhang Anshi are completely two ecology. The military officers scold everyone when they see people, and turn over the table when they are unhappy.

  In the temple, even if the civil servants have the revenge of killing their fathers, it is you and me.

   Seeing that the three of them were not in contact with each other, Zhang Anshi also felt that it was meaningless, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. They all said that civil and martial arts have different ways, so they really don't fit in!

   "Eat quickly, I have to go back to work after eating." Xia Yuanji said.

  Zhang Anshi smiled and said, "Why is Xia Gong in such a hurry."

  Xia Yuanji and Yang Rong looked at each other.

  If it is said that Hu Guang and Xie Jin are both classmates and fellow countrymen, they can be regarded as hardcore.

  Then Yang Rong and Xia Yuanji are best buddies.

  In his early years, Xia Yuanji used the name of a servant to inspect and study Fujian. At that time, Yang Rong was just a small scholar, but he won Xia Yuanji's favor and taught him a lot of principles of life.

   Who would have thought that after more than ten years, Yang Rong soared into the sky, and now he has entered Wenyuan Pavilion, ranking among the prime ministers!

  Of course, Xia Yuanji, the household secretary, also has a prominent position.

  After the two were in the same dynasty, although they didn't move around often, they still had a bit of a teacher-student status.

  Xia Yuanji is very at ease with Yang Rong, and now he basically doesn't teach Yang Rong any way of being an official or a person, because he knows that Yang Rong is more slippery than him.

   This is called blue out of blue and better than blue.

The two seemed to be in a tacit understanding. At this time, their eyes were staggered. Xia Yuanji said with a smile: "The disaster in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I am the Secretary of the Ministry of Households, and people's livelihood is the top priority at the moment. Relief, as well as finding ways to raise food and monitor price fluctuations, these are the most important things for the Ministry of Households. I am the Minister, and I am in charge of the affairs of the whole church. Who can do without the old man? The old man is not boasting, It's just that there are priorities, and I really can't get away from it."

  Zhang Anshi grinned happily: "This meal is also very important. After Xia Gong eats it, he must jump up and applaud."

  Natsuhara Yoshi mouth flattened.

   Jump up?

  伱Who am I, Natsuhara Yoshi?

  He held back his anger, but still said patiently: "Hurry up and have dinner."

   "Yes, yes, I will remind you."

  Finally, the food is served.

   It’s just… there’s something special about this meal.

  First, a plate was brought up with dozens of cakes on it.

  In this era, many people in Nanjing also regard steamed cakes as their staple food.

   It’s just that this pancake looks strange. Although it is hot, the color is a bit different from ordinary steamed pancakes.

   Immediately, there are several main dishes, one of which is quite famous in later generations, called hot and sour potato shreds.

  If it is sour, use old Shanxi vinegar directly; if it is spicy, use pepper instead.

   After that, there will be a bowl of mashed potatoes for each person.

   There are also several dishes, which are actually related to potatoes.

  At this age and status, Xia Yuanji is used to traveling all over the world, from border towns to Fujian, to the ends of the earth.

  Seeing these dishes now, I can't help but hesitate: "What kind of dish is this?"

  Zhang Anshidao: "This is called Qingzheng Jigang, that is called Sour and Spicy Jiejin... that one is called..."

  Xia Yuanji was speechless, and lowered his face and said, "Don't be joking."

   After finishing speaking, he looked like he was about to get up and walk away.

  Zhang Anshi hurriedly grabbed Xia Yuanji, and said truthfully: "This is potatoes, and I call it a potato feast. As for this thing, it is more troublesome to explain. You should taste it first."

  Xia Yuanji was also refreshed, so he ate quickly, and he was still in a hurry to go back to work.

  Anyway, this meal couldn’t be turned off anyway, so I took a potato pancake first and ate it.

  Tasted it, the taste is not bad, it can be said that it is different from the current steamed cakes, and the taste is different.

  Seeing that he ate first, Hu Guang and Yang Rongcai took their chopsticks to sandwich the biscuits.

  Xia Yuanji chewed in his mouth, and said: "This product has a special taste, but... it's a fresh taste."

   After all, I subconsciously tasted the hot and sour potato shreds.

   After taking a bite, his eyes lit up: "It's delicious, it's delicious..."

   His face started to flush.

  People in this era occasionally use pepper or Sichuan pepper to season, but because of the high price, most of the time, there are very few such dishes.

  Thus, in Zhang Anshi's opinion, this hot and sour potato shreds has no spicy taste at all.

   But after eating it in Xia Yuanji, he felt that the pain of the chili stimulated his taste buds.

   And it just so happens that he is from Hunan, and his ancestral home is Jiangxi.

   It can be described as spicy and spicy.

  His face was red from eating, but he still couldn't help but kept sandwiching the hot and sour potato shreds, and yelled, "Not bad, not bad, it's interesting."

  Anyway, I started to eat, since I came across a good-tasting food, I just had a good time!

  Hu Guang, a native of Jiangxi, ate it and was full of praise.

  Only Yang Rong, after tasting it under their instigation, honestly went to eat his cake.

  These dishes are just four or five dishes. The last dish is fried potatoes and stewed eggplant with potatoes.

  The three of them tasted something fresh, but they all thought it tasted good.

   It's just that the menu is monotonous after all, so I quickly put down my chopsticks.

   "Eat, why don't you eat?" Zhang Anshi greeted.

  Xia Yuanji smiled wryly, "I'm full."

  Three cakes, plus a few dishes, and a small bowl of mashed potatoes, not only is it full, it is simply full.

  Looking at their appearance, Zhang Anshi also knew that they were really full, so he said, "I don't know how it tastes?"

   "Not bad." Xia Yuanji said honestly: "It's unique."

  Zhang Anshidao: "Gong Xia...means...delicious?"

   "It's not really delicious, it's just that it can fill your stomach and have some taste."

   This is the truth, Xia Yuanji's description is very accurate.

   "Okay, it's getting late, I've been bothering you for so long, it's time to say goodbye."

   This is called lifting your pants and denying your account.

  Zhang Anshi smiled and said: "Don't worry, since this thing can be full and has a special flavor, don't you want to know where it comes from?"

  Xia Yuanji had no choice but to be patient and said: "Then where do you dare to ask?"

  Zhang Anshidao: "This has to start a few years ago, when I went to the West..."

  Natsuhara Yoshi's face changed color, why don't you start from the time of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors?

  Xia Yuanji interrupted: "Let's talk briefly."

Zhang Anshi said: "Everything has a cause and an effect. Isn't this easy for you to understand? Come on, let me say briefly, this potato... was planted by Mr. Deng. Mr. Deng, you know, it is the East Palace The one who watched me grow up."

   Everyone is not interested in knowing who Eunuch Deng is.

   But it is not unusual to hear that it is planted.

  If this thing didn't grow from the ground, the devil would believe it.

  Zhang Anshi said again: "Under Eunuch Deng's hard work in cultivating, fertilizing, transplanting, etc., finally... harvested, don't you guys wonder... the harvest of potatoes?"

  Xia Yuanji was a little less worried, and said directly: "You just say it's okay."

  Zhang An Shidao: "The harvest has not yet started, but it is conservatively estimated that there are 800 catties."

  As soon as this remark came out...

  Natsuhara Yoshi was taken aback for a moment, and then...was about to suffocate.

  He exclaimed suddenly: "Eight hundred catties? What is the output of the land?"

  Zhang Anshi said calmly and authentically: "One mu of land."

  Xia Yuanji's body shook, and then he felt that his mind became chaotic and went blank.

   Subconsciously, he looked at Yang Rong.

  Yang Rong has always been steady, so he couldn't sit still at this time, and hurriedly said: "One mu of land is eight hundred catties, Marquis Annan, is your family's one mu of land the one mu we usually talk about?"

  Zhang Anshi said angrily: "What are you talking about? Is my Zhang Anshi's home different from others?"

  Xia Yuanji came back to his senses, a little anxious: "This is impossible, eight hundred catties... Do you know how much wheat and rice are produced in this world?"

  Zhang Anshi was delighted, and said with a smile: "You know, even the best paddy field, if it produces rice, it can only produce about 500 catties. If it is wheat, or bad fields, it may only produce 300 catties per mu."

Xia Yuanji said: "Five hundred catties is not only for a good field, but also for the right time and place, and intensive cultivation. The five hundred catties is the limit. The thing you mentioned...can be full, but it can grow eight hundred catties ?”

  Zhang Anshi said confidently: "Eight hundred catties is my lowest estimate. I'm afraid of bragging... being seen through, in fact, it's only a lot more."

   Just kidding, the yield of potatoes in later generations can reach 8,000 catties per mu.

  Zhang Anshi now just let people pick a few catties, let Xia Yuanji eat and watch, and be a guinea pig.

   Or why Zhang Anshi never touched his chopsticks?

  Zhu Yong and the others were also clever. Seeing that Zhang Anshi didn't move his chopsticks, he just sat there like a log.

  If a potato feast poisoned all the Wenyuange University Scholars and Hubu Shangshu in the dynasty, it should be regarded as an earth-shattering event.

  Of course, Zhang Anshi is sure, at least 99% non-toxic.

   But the current conservative output seems inconceivable to Xia Yuanji and others.

  Xia Yuanji stared at Zhang Anshi, as if he wanted to eat Zhang Anshi in one bite, and said, "What kind of field do you need to cultivate these potatoes? Is it a paddy field or a dry field? What are your requirements?"

  Zhang Anshi said: "Dry land."

  Natsuhara Yoshi's body shook.

  Paddy fields can grow rice, while dry land can grow wheat.

  In general, the yield of wheat is low.

  But paddy fields are different. Paddy fields have high requirements for irrigation. It seems that paddy fields can grow rice with a yield of up to 500 catties, but in fact...it requires intensive cultivation.

   But dry land is easy to care for.

  In theory, these 800 catties of potatoes are equivalent to 300 catties of wheat per mu.

  Xia Yuanji quickly asked again: "What about the geological requirements?"

   "Where crops can be grown, potatoes can be grown. Those who cannot grow crops...you can also try."

   "You mean..." Xia Yuanji looked anxiously: "It's not picky?"

   "It doesn't pick the ground." Zhang Anshi corrected him.

  Natsuhara Yoshi began to breathe heavily, and his face began to turn red, like a girl who was about to get married.

  Taking a deep breath, he was able to stabilize his mind a little. Natsuhara Kichicai said again: "Where is your place?"

  Zhang Anshi said with a bit of a bad taste: "Didn't Xia Gong say that he has official duties?"

  "Male bird." Xia Yuanji said: "Zhang Anshi, ugly words come first, don't lie to me, if you make me happy, I'm not easy to mess with, go, take me to see this potato now."

  Yang Rong and Hu Guang are not in the mood to go back to Wenyuan Pavilion.

  Wenyuan Pavilion's ass, and this matter, what is it?

  To put it bluntly, even if the memorandum did not draw up votes for a year, it is not worth mentioning compared with the unimaginable things Zhang Anshi said now.

  Zhang Anshi didn't intend to tease the minister anymore, so he smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll take you there now."

   Zhang Anshi led the three of them, and then went to the farm.

  The farm side...is very deserted.

   This place is really not crowded on weekdays.

  Deng Jian has long been used to this kind of loneliness.

  He seems to have been forgotten by the world.

  Now the potatoes are about to be harvested, but Zhang Anshi didn't say anything, so everyone can only wait.

  Only around the farm... a large number of people began to appear.

  There was Captain Uchisento with a knife, patrolling back and forth a hundred paces away.

  One mile away, the model battalion was directly stationed on the spot and set up a camp.

   All of a sudden, even the passers-by were afraid to come, and they all walked around the road.

  At this time, Zhang Anshi finally came.

  But he still brought Yang Rong, Hu Guang, and Xia Yuanji with him.

  The three got out of the carriage.

   Didn't care about anything, just asked, "Where's the land?"

  Zhang Anshi said: "Listen to me, don't worry, Mr. Xia, let me introduce..."

   "Introduce a bird, just tell me, where is the land?" Xia Yuanji's eyes seemed to eat people.

  Zhang Anshi is glad that he has a suit of armor on his head.

  Zhang Anshi had no choice but to say to Deng Jian: "Go, Mr. Deng, take them to see the land."

  Deng Jian nodded, he was used to it, and immediately led the people to the ground.

  Xia Yuanji looked at the acre of land, which had not yet started to harvest formally. He waved his hand and said, "Measure the land first."

  Deng Jian said: "Why do you need to measure it?"

  Xia Yuanji ignored Deng Jian.

  Zhang Anshi had no choice but to say: "Come here..."

   "No, there's no need, you have someone fetch the measuring tool, and the old man, Yang Gong and Hu Gong will measure it in person."

  Zhang Anshi: "..."

  As the Secretary of the Household Department, he has seen a lot of deceitful things. He can see through those who are exaggerated and bragging.

   But this matter is too big, if you don’t measure it yourself, don’t worry.

  At that moment, he asked someone to fetch the string, and then led Hu Guang and Yang Rong to the ground, and began to measure around the ground.

  No more, no less, exactly one mu.

Xia Yuanji straightened his waist, and walked around the field again, to ensure that he was not fooled, and that these things really grew in the field, and they were definitely not re-buried, before he said: "Start now." Has it been harvested?"

  Zhang Anshi looked at Xia Yuanji sympathetically. How many times has this Duke Xia been fooled by others before he is so vigilant.

   It's just like everyone's defense like a thief.

  Zhang Anshi nodded: "All right."

"Just ask Marquis Annan to organize manpower harvesting now... but one thing, all the collected things must be under the eyes of the old man. The old man, Yang Gong, and Hu Gong will come to the scales in person. Your people are only allowed to harvest. For other things, you can't let go."

  Zhang Anshi smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, okay, everything is up to you."

  Xia Yuanji, Hu Guang, and Yang Rong each exchanged a look.

  Yang Rong and Hu Guang have no complaints.

  They understood what Xia Yuanji meant.

  At the moment, Zhang Anshi ordered the farmers to go to the fields.

  Deng Jian organized people and brought a large number of dustpans and baskets.

  Farmers throw potatoes from the field, pick leaves, remove vines, put them in dustpans, and then pour them into baskets.

  Xia Yuanji took a large scale, and in front of everyone, together with Yang Rong and Hu Guang, first took a waist badge from himself, and tried it on the scale first.

   After confirming his waist card, the weight and the number of weights are not bad, and the weights are not short or two, Xia Yuanji began to work proficiently.

  He de-mashed all the potatoes that came very carefully.

  I can't wait to see that every potato that is about to be weighed is clear without a little bit of mud.

  Then the scales began to be weighed one by one.

   And Hu Guang is responsible for recording the scale.

  Yang Rong took the book and started to keep accounts.

   Soon, potatoes collected from the field. There are more and more, but the three of them are on the scale, very careful, but slow.

   After a while, the harvested potatoes piled up like a mountain.

  Natsuhara Kichi was sweating profusely.

  Zhang Anshi felt sorry for him, stepped forward and said: "Why don't you ask someone to help you, Duke Xia, I love you."

  Xia Yuanji didn't even look at Zhang Anshi, and said, "Go away, it's none of your business."

  Zhang Anshi said: "Why are you still swearing..."

  The first three brothers in the back, instead of stepping forward to pull Zhang Anshi and say that the big brother is fine, they all glared at King Kong, as if Xia Yuanji was not pleasing to the eye, and wanted to beat Xia Yuanji with the big brother.

  This made Zhang Anshi even more embarrassed, he simply found a way for himself, and muttered: "If I want to change my previous temper, I have to..."

  The voice in the back is getting softer.

   But in fact, Xia Yuanji didn't care about Zhang Anshi at all.

  Three hundred catties...

  Four hundred catties...

  Five hundred catties...

  Six hundred catties...

  When the six hundred catties were reached, Xia Yuanji had begun to realize... Zhang Anshi's eight hundred catties were true.

  He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, his eyes began to shine, not only did he not feel tired, but he became more energetic.

  Hu Guang and Yang Rong's expressions also began to change.

  The hands and feet of the two became more agile.

  At this moment, they have never been as energetic as they are today, and they are full of energy.

  Yang Rong, who kept the accounts, was even afraid that he would make a mistake, so he compared them again and again, not daring to make any mistakes.

  Eight hundred catties...

  Zhang Anshi didn't brag.

  Natsuharayoshi wanted to jump up.

   But he held back.

  Because...and...

  He was patient and continued to clean the potatoes one by one, refusing to let go of even a little bit of mud, for fear of increasing the yield of this mu.

  Nine hundred catties...

  One thousand catties...

  When he reached 1,000 jin, Xia Yuanji only felt that his mind was starting to become chaotic.

  It seems that my body no longer belongs to me.

  The whole person seems to be floating on the clouds.

  His face is very strange, like an idiot, always grinning, but frowning again, it seems that at this moment, the brain is running at high speed, and he refuses to stop thinking.

   One thousand one hundred catties.

  Zhang Anshi was on the side, a little worried about Xia Yuanji's body, this guy's face looked distorted, Zhang Anshi was afraid that he would die in his own crop field, and people from the Xia family would come to extort his money.

  Zhang Anshi said: "Duke Xia, why don't you rest for a while."

   "Shut up." Xia Yuanji gave Zhang Anshi a white look, and then continued... Picking the mud on the potatoes with his nails.

   He cannot rinse with water, as water may also add weight to the potatoes.

   Even now his nails are full of mud.

  1200 catties...

  Finally, the harvested potatoes became less and less.

  Farmers have to be very patient to dig out the single potatoes from the field.

   One thousand two hundred and seventy catties.

  When this number is reached, in fact...the remaining potatoes have become very rare, and most of them are small and deformed potatoes.

   "Nearly 1,300 catties." Only then did Xia Yuanji take a deep breath, as if he was dreaming.

  He even suspected that this dream was not real.

  So, I started to walk over and compare the numbers with Yang Rong.

   "Calculate again, don't make a mistake." Xia Yuanji said.

  Yang Rong said: "I've counted it seven times...I'll do it again."

  Hu Guang, who was on the scale, also leaned forward, looking at the dense numbers, his eyes seemed to be nailed, and he remained motionless.

   "Is this really harvested from the field? Did we see it with our own eyes?"

   "The one that grows in the ground."

   "I've seen it before. In some places, the parents and officials cheated and inserted the rice grown from other places into the field, pretending that it grew in that acre of land. You say..."

   "I just saw it with my own eyes, it shouldn't be like..."

   "Thirteen hundred catties... I see that this land is not fertile..."

   "It's extremely, it's extremely. That's why it's incredible."

   "Do you think it's possible? Xia Gong, after all, you have seen a lot..."

  Xia Yuanji wept with a sad face: "I didn't know what potatoes were before, so how did I come to be well-informed, and I'm obviously ignorant."

   "Is this potato really the one we ate just now?"

   "It should be, it can't be wrong..."

  The three chattered and conspired in low voices.

   "I think... Marquis Annan dare not use this to deceive others. He Mei doesn't have the guts. This is a big deal... If he dares to deceive, he will still have his head chopped off."

   "Makes sense, so..."

   Silent...

  The three of them fell into deathly silence.

  Finally...accepting reality.

   "Marquis Annan..." Hu Guang looked at Zhang Anshi with a smile, and waved to Zhang Anshi affectionately. This expression is like the father and son getting to know each other again after the child is lost.

  Yang Rong and Xia Yuanji also smiled kindly at Zhang Anshi.

  Zhang Anshi stepped forward: "Have you figured it out? Hey, I didn't expect it to be 1,300 catties. I thought it was only 800 catties."

  Actually, Zhang Anshi was not as excited as Hu Guang and the other three. How could it be worth 1,300 catties? For later generations of potatoes, if the yield per mu is 1,300 catties, it is definitely a disaster level. Three thousand catties is about 3,000 catties, and the upper limit is 8,000 catties to be considered a normal yield.

  Yang Rong stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Where did these potatoes come from?"

   "This has to start when we sailed to the West..."

  At this time, the three of them were extremely patient and listened carefully, but Zhang Anshi said concisely: "It's Eunuch Deng..."

   "That Eunuch Deng..." Xia Yuanji pointed to Deng Jian not far away.

   "Yes. He brought the seeds back from his voyage to the West, and he planted the land. You all know that he watched me grow up..."

  The three ignored Zhang Anshi, and then quickly walked in front of Deng Jian.

  Xia Yuanji was the quickest to leave, and he saluted Deng Jian first: "I have seen Eunuch Deng..."

  Deng Jian looked at Xia Yuanji in front of him, the Minister of the Household Department, bowing his knees to himself, making him seem like a lifetime away.

  This is a department hall. Under normal circumstances, when ministers meet eunuchs, they tend to avoid suspicion. They may say hello, but it is absolutely impossible to salute solemnly. Even if they face each other, they just nod each other.

After all, the minister has a strong character, no matter how powerful the **** is, he is still just an eunuch. If it was the time of Emperor Taizu Gao, which **** would dare to be arrogant enough to make the dignified Minister of the Household Department solemnly salute, I am afraid that the **** will have to be cut, and The Minister of the Household Department, don't do it, the whole family, let's throw it to the beach in Qiongzhou and run naked.

  ...

The cold is a bit uncomfortable, and now I rely on ibuprofen to press the code. I don’t have a fever, but I have a sore throat. I swallow a mouthful of spittle, and I feel like I’m going to die. Today, the first chapter is a little late, and the second chapter is going to be faster, of course. , can only try as much as possible.

  Tigers love you.

  (end of this chapter)