I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 156 Running enters the beautiful era of singing and dancing!
In this world, there are only exhausted oxen, and there has never been a plowed field.

This sentence, once passed down word of mouth among ordinary people in Shandong, Henan, and Shaanxi, was widely circulated as a pun.

And in this famine year, these words can even be used as a morsel of food, allowing those poor people who have no arable land to sleep in their dreams for most of the night...

The idiot emperor Zhu Youjian squatted on the edge of a large fertile slope, wearing a broken straw hat, his hands, feet and body were covered with black mud, smelling the faint smell unique to the black soil, he was satisfied.

After working hard early in the morning, Zhu Youjian only felt comfortable and comfortable.

His biggest worry now is that the fertile land is too vast, with a radius of hundreds of miles, but no one is cultivating it!
Heilongjiang, the land of Longxing where slaves were established.

It's really a geomantic treasure.

Find a place at random, and after organizing manpower to cultivate it, the soil dug out is this kind of black, oily and fertile soil.

According to Xu Guangqi, in this kind of land, as long as the seeds of wheat, corn, sweet potato and soybean are poked into the soil before April and May, and the sun shines warmly for a few days, it will take root and germinate.

Two and a half months later, there were piles of grain.

There are mountains, water, and all kinds of mineral deposits. If this kind of place is idle, it is idle. Since Jianu is in a hurry to find a way to knock down the south, let him go.

Regarding the current military strength of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youjian is quite at ease.

As long as Mao Wenlong is not killed, and a tiger and wolf army is raised on the Koryo Peninsula, Jiannu cavalry will basically return without success if they want to go south.

Then, I will take the opportunity to farm...

"Your Majesty, I am very excited to go to work in the fields this early in the morning."

Just as Zhu Youjian was holding a small wooden stick and squatting on the ground to draw circles, Xu Guangqi and Song Yingxing walked over quickly.

"If you are idle, you are idle. If you can plow a few more acres of land, you should be able to produce a few thousand catties more grain when the autumn harvest comes." Zhu Youjian threw down the small wooden stick and said with a smile:

"Come, come, look at my land, what should I sow? Corn or soybeans?"

Xu Guangqi squatted down, grabbed a handful of damp black soil, sniffed it under his nose, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty's land is best for growing corn."

"Okay, I will ask Anna and Catherine to take two hundred catties of seeds later, and come over to plant them in time." Zhu Youjian stretched his waist and asked casually:

"The two lovers are here, what should be the matter?"

The two nodded.

"Your Majesty, it's still about building the castle," Xu Guangqi said with a wry smile, "Those savage Jurchen hunters and fishermen have been spying on us lately, and I'm a little worried that they will attack our farmers.

A few days ago, seven or eight Shandong people died on Laoya Mountain..."

Zhu Youjian stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the vast mountains in the distance, lost in thought.

Those savage Jurchen tribes have lived on fishing and hunting since ancient times, and they have neither experience nor interest in opening up wasteland and farming.

However, when Shandong people reclaimed large tracts of fertile land and planted corn, sweet potatoes, soybeans and other crops in it, those guys began to feel uneasy again.

The idiot emperor guessed that it wasn't the greed of those savage tribes who insisted on driving away the Ming people who had reclaimed large tracts of fertile land, so as to plant them by themselves.

Rather, a natural alertness, and panic?

This time, he brought more than 3000 of the most elite Shenji Battalion with him, plus more than 200 Jinyiwei masters, who were sent out by him recently.

According to the news from the Jin Yiwei master, those savage tribes were full of doubts, vigilance and fear towards this "falling from the sky" land reclamation army.

Because, they have never thought about why they have to work so hard to open up wasteland and farm land.

Isn't it delicious to hunt and drink a few bowls of spirits every day?

In their rules of survival, only those elk, blue sheep, tigers and leopards, wild boars and black blinds are the best food bestowed by God on earth.

Of course, if there is extra food, they don't mind at all if they occasionally get a few bags of fried noodles and eat a few big balls on the clean snow when hunting or fishing.

In addition, the surplus grain can also be used to make wine...

……

"Your Majesty, do you want to... send troops to kill them?"

Song Yingxing never knew much about governing the country, and he spoke in layman's terms when he spoke.

Zhu Youjian shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Sending troops to kill, that way of conquest is long outdated, Song Aiqing."

"Don't look at the Jiannu iron cavalry conquering this vast land, sending troops to collect a large amount of fur, bear paws, ginseng and gold every year, and forcing the young and middle-aged warriors of each tribe to fight for them;

In fact, this is the stupidest way to govern. "

The idiot emperor Zhu Youjian squatted down, picked up the small wooden stick that was thrown away before, drew circles casually, and said in a deep voice, "So, in the final analysis, this kind of barbaric conquest will eventually become a new kind of barbarism."

Song Yingxing shook his head and said with a smile: "Long Live Lord said very well, anyway, I don't understand."

Zhu Youjian and Xu Guangqi laughed loudly.

This Song Yingxing, apart from being obsessed with his scientific world, is really not very good at anything else.

"So, I've been thinking about it for the past few days, and I think our way is right," Zhu Youjian said seriously, "Continue to build the city, continue to farm, and when a basic foundation is stabilized, then we can consider building the next Daming castle.

Then, between the two castles, build a railway first. "

Xu Guangqi and Song Yingxing were silent.

For them, some ideas of the idiot emperor are simply unimaginable, almost tantamount to prodigal actions.

They didn't know that, in fact, in Zhu Youjian's mind, he really wanted to prodigal.

A great defeat, turning the entire land of Liaodong into a fertile land.

Then, help those savage tribes, Ewenchun tribes, and even Jiannu tribes to reclaim wasteland, build castles, develop mines, and build railways...

Because, Zhu Youjian finally wanted to understand a truth.

In the past two to three thousand years, the fundamental reason why the northern nomadic tribes became the biggest threat to the farming civilization of the Central Plains was not because of war horses.

Rather, it lies in its living habits.

Live by aquatic plants.

homeless.

As long as there are places with abundant water and grass, rivers, and places suitable for grazing sheep and horses, those northern barbarians, Jian slaves, and savage tribes can survive forever.

Northern nomads can be defeated, but they cannot be completely conquered.

As long as they are given a period of time to recuperate and reproduce, and meet an ambitious Khan, in just three to five years, they can gather a hundred thousand or hundreds of thousands of cavalry!

Qin Huang, Han Wu, Tang Zong and Song Zu all failed.

The Taizu emperor Zhu Yuanzhang also couldn't do it.

Today, this problem will become history.

Because Zhu Youjian didn't think about conquering them, but helping them.

Let them live in a safe castle, live in a warm and comfortable big house, eat delicious food, drink spicy food, and enjoy life.

"Xu Aiqing, Song Aiqing, remember, we didn't come to this land of Liaodong to fight and kill and seize territory!"

"Instead, open up wasteland to farm and develop the Great Northern Wilderness!"

"Aren't those men who run horses on the grassland good at fighting?"

"I, I want them to run into a beautiful era of singing and dancing!"

(End of this chapter)