"Young Master..."

"You're here!"

Wang Feng held a candle in his hand and slowly lit the candle on the wall. Slowly, the whole study became brighter.

"Sit down!" Wang Feng pointed to the two chairs and said.

"Young Master Xie. Bai Wenxuan and Zuo Mengqi sat down respectfully.

"You've worked hard these days. I've been busy with the affairs of the imperial court, and Anqing is thanks to you. ”

"Young master, this is what we should do, and besides, you are also working hard for all the future of all of us, we should thank you young master. Bai Wenxuan stood up and said respectfully.

As Wang Feng's two confidants, Bai Wenxuan and Zuo Mengqi have always known Wang Feng's warlord ambitions. Wang Feng has never hidden it from the two of them, Wang Feng has always been suspicious and does not use people. Bai Wenxuan, as a down-and-out literati, doesn't have much affection for Daming itself, so he doesn't care who becomes the master of the world, as for Zuo Mengqi, Wang Feng has the grace of knowing him, and he will not betray Wang Feng.

"Wen Xuan, tell me about the situation in Anqing Mansion. Wang Feng closed his eyes and gently stroked his temples with his hands, he was really tired these days.

Bai Wenxuan also knew that this young master of his was personally involved in everything, so he deliberately slowed down his speech, "During this time, on the whole, the development is still very fast, all the people who migrated to Wangjiazhuang last time were all arranged, and the number of displaced people under us is also increasing sharply, but... It's just..."

"Just what?" Although Wang Feng closed his eyes and rested, it didn't mean that he wasn't listening, on the contrary, just like what Bai Wenxuan said, Wang Feng had personally experienced it, so as soon as Bai Wenxuan paused, Wang Feng immediately felt it.

"It's just that now with the continuous increase in population, food has become beyond our means!"

"Grain... Food..."Wang Feng couldn't sit still anymore, food has always been a big problem in ancient times, as the so-called food in his hands, he didn't panic in his heart.

Wang Feng suddenly realized that he had not cared too much about the food problem from the beginning, and blindly recruited displaced people for his warlord path, and now it has caused a food crisis.

"Wen Xuan, how many homeless people have we recruited now?" Wang Feng suddenly turned around and asked.

"Young master, now we have recruited more than 10,000 displaced people, including about 6,000 women, children and the elderly, and the remaining 4,000 people who can really work. We're under a lot of pressure!" Bai Wenxuan sighed, if he is not at home, he will never know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive.

Wang Feng knew that it was time to solve the problem of food shortage, otherwise Wang Feng could only do nothing about the upcoming famine.

"Wen Xuan, you remember the following things. Wang Feng said solemnly.

"First, continue to accept the homeless, preferably young and strong, second, order all the chambers of commerce under my command to purchase a large amount of grain, Anqing Mansion is not enough to go to the south to buy, and third, send people to the area of Guangzhou to look for Westerners, and buy a large number of seeds called yam from their hands. Remember?" Wang Feng said three points in one breath.

"Remember, young master. ”

"Repeat!" Wang Feng was uneasy and asked Bai Wenxuan to say it again.

"The first was to accept the displaced people, mainly the young and strong, the second was to send the chamber of commerce to purchase a large amount of grain, and the third was to send people to Guangzhou to buy a kind of seed called yam from the Westerners. ”

"Master, it's just that I don't understand what this potato is. Repeating Wang Feng's words, Bai Wenxuan, who understood both the first and second points, just didn't understand the third point, what was the use of the young master buying that kind of seed called a potato.

It is normal for Bai Wenxuan not to understand what a potato is, because before the Ming Dynasty, there was no such thing as a potato in China. Yam is native to South America, since Columbus discovered the New World, Yam this thing began to be widely spread around the world, in the late 16th century into China, Wang Feng also relied on his memory of later generations to speculate that this time Yam has been introduced to the Ming Dynasty.

"Wen Xuan, it's not strange that you don't know what a potato is, this thing doesn't belong to our Da Ming in the first place, but this thing has an advantage that it can be eaten and is highly productive. Wang Feng's eyes stared straight at Bai Wenxuan.

"You say it can be eaten?" Although he had already guessed that this potato was a grain from what Wang Feng had told him, when he heard from Wang Feng's mouth that it was really a grain, Bai Wenxuan couldn't help but be excited.

"Well, not only is it a grain, but its yield per mu can harvest more than 1,400 kilograms even in the worst land. That's 2,800 catties!" Wang Feng seemed to see piles of potatoes piled up there.

"Two thousand eight hundred catties, according to one person's consumption of two catties of grain per day, this is enough for us to feed 1,400 people, this is only one acre, if all the land of the young master is replaced with a potato, then how many people will have to be fed!" Bai Wenxuan didn't dare to continue counting.

Seeing Bai Wenxuan standing there dumbfounded, Wang Feng knew that Bai Wenxuan knew the benefits of the potato, "Wenxuan, so you know how heavy the burden is on your body now!" Wang Feng gently patted Bai Wenxuan's shoulder.

"Well, young master, don't worry, I, Wenxuan, am tired to death, and I will handle this matter well. Bai Wenxuan patted his chest and assured Wang Feng.

"Okay, I'm relieved to have your words!"

Wang Feng walked to the window alone, staring at the window with his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, Wang Feng suddenly spoke, "Wenxuan, Meng Qi, maybe my thoughts were too naïve before!"

"Too naïve?" Bai Wenxuan understood what Wang Feng meant, in the past, Wang Feng had always insisted on relying on the righteousness of the imperial court to be a warlord, and Bai Wenxuan had always disagreed with Wang Feng's proposition.

"Wen Xuan, maybe you're right, I really can't change anything on my own. Warlords can only rely on their own strength, and no one can rely on them. ”

In the past, Wang Feng had always imagined that as long as he assisted Chongzhen to ascend the throne, he would be entrusted with important tasks, but Wang Feng felt that he was wrong, really wrong, no matter how he tried his best to help Zhu Youzhen, he would always be constantly wary of himself. Chongzhen's suspicions will never be washed away by anyone.

"Then what are you going to do, young master?" Bai Wenxuan looked at this young man with dreams.

"When the new emperor is over the throne ceremony, I will still return to my territory. That's where our dreams www.biquge.info. Wang Feng watched as he saw the path of the warlord ahead.