I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"Crunch..."

The gate of the feared city, which had been closed for more than three months, was opened, and Zhu Zhangui walked out with the soldiers behind him.

More than 1000 old brothers who survived the catastrophe on the battlefield, looked at the brothers from Shenji Camp who came up, rushed forward excitedly to embrace them, and cheered loudly to celebrate.

It's over, it's over.

"Your Highness!"

Jiang Huai threw aside the crooked thoughts in his hands for the soldiers to watch, and walked up to him with a big laugh.

Zhu Zhangui also laughed, hugged him, reached out and thumped Jiang Huai's shoulder, "Good boy, you did a good job, our debts have been cancelled." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the knife from Hu Yu's waist. Scratching the ground with the tip, he slowly moved towards the crooked thinking.

The generals around all showed relaxed smiles when they heard Zhu Zhangui's words that the account had been written off.

Then he followed Zhu Zhangui and walked slowly towards the crooked thoughts suppressed by the soldiers.

"His Royal Highness, please forgive me, Your Highness, please forgive me!"

"Please don't kill me. I admire Daming very much. I...I even invited your envoy to dinner."

Waisi, who was pinned to the ground by the soldiers, watched Zhu Zhangui walk over with a steel knife on his cold face, his body trembling like sifting chaff, and he begged for mercy loudly in substandard Ming official dialect.

Zhu Zhangui ignored him, strode up, kicked him to the ground, and slashed wildly with his knife.

There were screams, accompanied by the rush of blood, and the soldiers hugging and cheering, stimulated by the blood, screamed even more excitedly.

Those old brothers guarding the city roared even more, hacking this bastard to death to avenge XX.

I don't know how many knives were cut, until the other party could no longer see the human appearance, Zhu Zhangui dropped the knife in his hand, and shouted at Jianghuai and other generals.

"Notify the whole army to clean up the battlefield, rest for three days before fighting another battle, send someone to hold the bastard's head and the commander's flag, and tell the defenders of Kuxian that they will die if they think wrongly, and those who surrender will be forgiven, otherwise they will be killed without mercy!"

Chapter 273: The high-yield food shocks the world, and the eunuch of the Three Treasures will be passed down forever.

"His Royal Highness, don't wait, let's start, if you wait any longer, it will be noon!"

In the Huangzhuang Village in the south of the city, Zhu Pangpang dressed up and led all the civil and military officials standing beside two huge fields, looking forward to the road in the distance.

There were two people standing beside him.

One is Shennongbo Lao Yao who is dressed as a farmer, and the other is also Zheng He who also changed into an official uniform and lost his arm.

Behind these three people, there are thousands of people from the court, the elders and relatives of the emperor, the representatives of the vassal officials from all over the place, and the prestigious old farmers from all over the place.

At the same time, on the other side, the crown princess who came back from Beiping was also traveling in full dress, with the palace women's scroll, and the wives of the various houses waited silently.

On the outskirts of Huangzhuang, dense crowds of people waited silently, holding incense burners and firecrackers and fireworks.

The new seniors, one by one, stood by the field with small bamboo baskets on their backs, waiting to harvest the fruits with His Highness the Crown Prince and the court officials later.

Today is a day that cannot be forgotten for Daming, and even for future generations.

From today onwards, the people of Ming Dynasty, the children and grandchildren of Ming Dynasty will no longer have to worry about hunger.

The heroes of the Ming Dynasty, their ancestors, brought food that could feed countless people.

These two things, one is the hybrid rice researched by Shen Nongbo Lao Yao, and the other is the food called potatoes brought back from overseas by Zheng He who traveled thousands of miles.

The common people can still understand rice. According to what they heard, the new type of rice can produce 800 to 1000 catties per mu. (For the convenience of statistics, everyone will act as the protagonist and replace the measurement unit of the Ming Dynasty with a modern one. Otherwise, I will have a headache when I count 10 catties and 8 taels.)

The reason why the yield of hybrid rice is still lower than the future market under careful care is because some nutrients are lacking during breeding, and the one mu of land in Daming is a little smaller than the one mu of future generations.

One mu of real estate is 1000 catties of grain. Since ancient times, the people of the Han family have never heard of such a high-yield grain.

Many people didn't believe it at first, but when they saw the full rice and the bent tassels in the fertile fields guarded by Jin Yiwei in Huangzhuang, many people didn't believe it.

Some experienced old farmers even calculated how many catties an acre of land could produce based on the degree of bending of the tassels.

The land in Huangzhuang is all first-class fields, and they are carefully cared for, and they are also fed with chemical fertilizers invented by court craftsmen. There is no shortage of water, no grass, and no insects.

According to the calculations of some experienced farmers, the rice in Huangzhuang can produce at least 1000 catties per mu, and even those with better irrigation can produce about 1200 catties.

When this figure was announced, the entire Jinling was shocked.

Countless people ran over to see the rice every day, as if on a pilgrimage. If it weren't for the Jin Yiwei who were afraid of the guards, they would have rushed up, kowtowed and kissed these miraculous seeds.

Originally, these seeds, which seemed to be rewarded by God, were enough to shock the common people.

But recently there was a news in the palace that Zheng He brought back a thing called potatoes from overseas, which can produce 2000 to 3000 jin per mu, and even if the land is fertile, it can reach 4000 jin or 5000 jin if it is well taken care of. It is possible to weigh a catty.

When the news spread, many people were at a loss.

One mu produces two to three thousand catties of grain. This is the seed that Shen Nong personally takes care of. How can there be such a yield of grain in the world?

Many people don't believe it, and think that it was created by the imperial court. After the high-yield planting of the so-called hybrid rice, it began to drift a little bit, fooling the common people.

Later, after inquiring, I found out that the news came from the mouth of the Crown Princess of the Eastern Palace.

It is said that the concubine and concubine concubine grandson chatted in the chamber of commerce when they regularly held tea parties with the ladies of various prefectures in accordance with their past habits.

As soon as the news was confirmed and spread, Yushitai seemed to smell bloody sharks, and they wrote letters one after another, impeaching the crown princess for being unethical, talking nonsense, and insulting the royal reputation.

If this matter was left in the past, the civil servants relying on the prince would definitely turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, and would not impeach the princess at all.

But since the sheep-raising ceremony, the relationship between the Civil Service Group and the East Palace has become a little delicate.

Originally, everyone thought that with Zhu Pangpang's temper, he would definitely apologize on behalf of the princess.

It turned out that Zhu Pangpang scolded those censors directly during the court meeting that day.

In Zhu Pangpang's words.

Is there a problem with the princess saying this?This is the seed my son got from promoting overseas trade, and it is also a credit to my grandson. As a mother, she is proud of her son, can't she?

Besides, you censors don't even check, how do you know that potatoes can't produce so much per mu?

Now all the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty are stupid.

Seeing the crown prince's angry look, is it true that the legendary grain yield of two to three thousand catties per mu is true?

Xia Yuanji, who was still dealing with the new coins, his eyes were red with excitement at the time, regardless of being in the hall, he hugged Zhu Pangpang's thigh who was about to leave because he was angry, and howled to ask Zhu Pangpang to tell him if it was true.

In the end, Zhu Pangpang was so entangled by this old guy that he couldn't help it, so he confirmed the matter to the outside world.

The reason why he dared to be so sure was because Donggong had secretly dug up a batch of potatoes a few days ago.

According to Zheng He's calculations, the yield per mu is at least about 2500 catties, so he has the confidence to scold these censors.

As for his daughter-in-law, Zhu Pangpang also had no choice but to leak the news ahead of time.

In Zhang's words.

Without my son's insistence on going to sea, without the charts and guidance maps drawn by my son, where did these seeds come from?

Zheng He's contribution is great, and I also admire those soldiers who died for the seeds.

For this reason, I, the princess, even am willing to kowtow and burn paper for them every year during the Qingming Festival, to thank them for everything they have brought to Daming and my descendants.

But my son’s contribution is not small. Your son doesn’t say a word about this matter, and you, a father, are too embarrassed to speak up. If I, a mother, don’t talk about it, our family won’t even try to take any of these credits. arrive.

The old man is so thick-skinned, if he doesn't help to spread the word, the old man will definitely be shameless and swallow all the credit.

Zhu Pangpang can understand his daughter-in-law's mood.

This credit for feeding the people of the world and feeding future generations is no ordinary credit.

This credit, this reputation, is simply a great achievement for an emperor.

With this credit, even if the emperor has been doing nothing for a lifetime, he will still be regarded as a holy king by the people of later generations.

Besides, this credit has no loss to the common people, and Zheng He himself fully recognizes this.

Without Zhu Zhangui's simple map and physical guidance, they might not have been able to find the high-yield grain continent.

Even if blind cats encounter dead mice and go there, they will not know this kind of high-yield grain, and they will not think about bringing them back to Daming to plant.

So for this matter, they also think that Zhu Zhangui's credit is the most. Even Zheng He and others think that the single nomination is still small, and Zhu Zhangui should be given the main credit.

Moreover, this incident not only improved Zhu Zhangui's reputation, but also meant a lot to him as a father.

When the descendants mention this period of history in the future, he, the father, will definitely mention it as well.

In this way, three generations of a father, grandson, father and son can enjoy it.

The common people admired it, and Zheng He and others who went to sea had no objections. It was good for their own family. How could Zhu Pangpang refuse such a thing.

But he finally accepted all this, thinking that he would have no regrets in dying, and he would have the face to see his grandfather and others.

But these censors quit, and even called themselves daughter-in-law.

Said his daughter-in-law.To deny the credit of one's own son, to deny the credit of one's own son, is to deny him as a father, to deny him as a father is to deny his father.

How can this be tolerated.

Therefore, Zhu Pangpang, who has always been gentle, lost his temper for the first time in the court.

"Wait a little longer, the emperor is most concerned about these things, and he sent me a message yesterday saying that he will definitely come back."

Looking up at the sun that had already reached noon, Zhu Pangpang hesitated for a moment, and said to the crowd behind him.

"Wait until the evening, if the emperor can't come back in time, let's start. After all, everyone has come, and we can't let them go back disappointed."

Everyone nodded and continued to wait silently.

This year's two crops were planted a little later because of the first planting and the thawing was a bit late this year.

It was supposed to be harvested in July, but because it was planted late, it could not be harvested until August.

Some time ago, Zhu Pangpang, who secretly dug up a batch of potatoes, confirmed that the yield was really so high, and hurriedly passed the news to the old man.

Originally, he wanted to tell his son the news, but he thought that some time ago, his son was still afraid of being surrounded by assassins, and he didn't want to distract his son, so he didn't inform his son about it.

After the old man received the news, he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night, and the laughter didn't stop.

On the second day, the generals were given the next combat order, and they returned overnight with their guards.

The old man wanted to see these auspicious grain production with his own eyes.

A few days ago, Zhu Pangpang received 800 li urgently, saying that the old man was already on his way back, and he was not allowed to harvest in advance, and if he dared to pick, he would come back and beat him.

Zhu Pangpang also wanted to make his father, who had been worrying all his life, happy, so even if today was the scheduled harvest day, he had to ask everyone to wait for the old man to come back.

Time passed by little by little, and it was evening in a blink of an eye.

"Your Highness, look at this!"

Carrying a sickle, Xia Yuanji, who was ready to go to the ground at any time, glanced at the sun that was already in the west, and reminded Fatty Zhu in a low voice.

Zhu Pangpang, whose feet were already numb, looked at the still empty road, and the impatient people and officials waiting around, and shook his head helplessly.

"Then, open..."

But just as he started, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Seeing that the prince was about to give an order, everyone who was preparing to hear the sound of horseshoes also turned their heads to look.

I saw a dragon flag fluttering high in the distance. Below the flag, thousands of soldiers were escorting a majestic old man in civilian clothes, running fast.

"Hurry up, the emperor is back, welcome him quickly."

Seeing that it was his old man, Zhu Pangpang heaved a sigh of relief, quickly lifted his clothes and put them under the support of the eunuch, and yelled at everyone to greet him.

"Your Majesty, Sheng Gong'an!"

Under the leadership of Zhu Pangpang, all the people present paid homage to the old man who had rushed back from the journey.

"Haha, I'm safe, get up!"

Although he was exhausted mentally and physically after driving for several months, the old man's exhaustion was swept away instantly when he saw the golden tassels and the large farmland. The people around waved their hands, making them stand up.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After everyone got up, the old man saw that Zhu Pangpang, who had lost a little weight due to his busy schedule, said distressedly.

"Boss, thank you for your hard work!"

Those 6 short words made Zhu Pangpang's eyes turn red.

This is the first time the old man has said these words in front of so many people.

"My son just did his duty. It is you who worked hard. You are the hardest one who has fought thousands of miles for the country."

"Hahaha…"

The old man laughed, reached out and patted the elder son on the shoulder, and then strode towards the farmland.