John Tang and others tried their best to spread Catholicism, especially to let the children of the Eight Banners be baptized, because these small children of the Eight Banners were the nobles of Europa.

The Han Chinese, who were numerous in number, were only serfs under the rule of the aristocracy, and their status was no different from that of slaves.

It's been more than a year since I came here, and I've baptized a flag owner, and even the children of the Yellow Flag Eight Banners where Haoge is located haven't baptized a few.

Tang Ruowang and others tried all kinds of methods without success, who would have thought that because of a sentence, Huang Taiji agreed to baptize the children of the Eight Banners with two percent of the yellow flags.

There is one thing involved in the words, the potato that Europa has long been commonly cultivated, a crop that yields twenty stone per acre.

Suitable for growing in alpine regions.

Huang Taiji made a heavy promise, as long as John Tang planted potatoes in Liaodong, he would let the children of the Yellow Flag and Eight Banners be baptized.

Jingshi University Hall, No. 0 Experimental Courtyard.

On the evening of the end of the banquet, the West French party all went back, and Xu Guangqi asked one of them to help take leave when he went to court tomorrow and lived in the wing room of the No. 0 courtyard.

Sun Yuanhua did not leave here in order to serve his teacher, after all, his teacher was old and there was no one around him to serve, how could he rest assured.

The next morning, Xu Guangqi found Zhu Shun, who was studying the steam engine again, stroked his beard and smiled: "The steam engine can be popularized." ”

Zhu Shuntou nodded without replying: "It can be popularized, I have asked the Beiping Machinery Bureau to start building the second-generation steam engine." ”

"The next step is to perfect the second-generation steam engine and develop the third-generation high-pressure steam engine that drives steam trains and steam engine ships."

"You old man don't know that the speed of the third-generation high-pressure steam engine can normally reach more than 300 revolutions."

The smile on Xu Guangqi's brown old face froze on the spot: "Three hundred turns? ”

Zhu Shun nodded solemnly: "More than 300 revolutions a minute." ”

Xu Guangqi is yearning for the steam era more and more, and he really wants to take the steam train that Zhu Xiaozi said, but today he has more important things: "Zhu Xiaozi, the reason why the old man didn't leave is to borrow something from you." ”

Zhu Shun held a fine charcoal pen in his hand, began to write and draw again, and said casually: "Xu Shangshu has taken a fancy to something, just take it." ”

Xu Guangqi stroked his white beard, laughed and said, "Your fame." ”

Fame? I'm not even a squire.

Xu Guangqi seemed to see through Zhu Shun's thoughts, and smiled kindly: "Your reputation in the hearts of the people of Daming. ”

"You kid, don't be presumptuous, because of the two things of asking for food to help the victims, as well as last year's drought control, you are more famous than the local squires in the hearts of the people of Beizhili."

Every prefect of the county, or even the governor of a feudal territory, when he goes to the local government to become an official, the first thing he wants to visit is the local famous squire.

The biggest reason is that the squire has a very high status in the hearts of the people, and often one sentence is more useful than ten sentences from the county prefect.

Zhu Shun was very aware of the status of the squire in the hearts of the people of the Ming Dynasty, and it seemed that Xu Guangqi's plan was not small, so he put down the fine charcoal pen in his hand: "Xu Shangshu, please speak." ”

Xu Guangqi took out something from his arms and put it in Zhu Shun's hand: "Zhu boy, you should know that Daming often starves to death of ordinary people, just because the grain production is very low. ”

"Take winter wheat as an example, one acre of land in the upper field can only produce three or four stones of grain, and the yield of the middle field and the lower field is even lower, and only one stone of grain can be produced in one acre of land in the lower field."

Speaking of this, the expression on Xu Guangqi's face suddenly became a little excited: "This kind of thing is called potatoes, it is something from the West, and it can be eaten after cooking. ”

"Do you know how high the yield of these potatoes is?"

Zhu Shun's expression was a little strange, and he wanted to say that I knew, but in order to cooperate with Xu Guangqi, he shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Xu Guangqi suddenly pressed Zhu Shun's shoulder, as if he was worried that Zhu Shun would be overly excited because of the next sentence, and fell to the ground: "Twenty stones!" Or Shimoda. ”

Zhu Shun showed a surprised expression very cooperatively, but he was thinking in his heart, twenty stones is two thousand catties, what is there to be surprised about.

You must know that in later generations, the cultivated varieties of potatoes can produce tens of thousands of catties per acre, that is, 100 stone potatoes.

Xu Guangqi saw that Zhu Shun stopped talking, and thought that Zhu Shun was shocked, and continued: "So as long as this potato is promoted, it can ensure that the people of the world are no longer hungry." ”

"However, a sentence of promotion is easier said than done."

"The old man has also made a lot of attempts over the years, but he can't promote this kind of potato with a yield of 20 stones per mu."

"First, the people have been deceived by corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and they no longer believe in officials, and the yield per mu is so high in the hearts of the people, it must be fake, and there must be something the officials have come up with."

"Second, the common people don't know how to grow potatoes, and they have planted grains for a lifetime, although the yield is lower, but at least they can guarantee a harvest."

"If you don't grow this kind of potatoes that can't be grown, there will be no food, and the whole family will starve to death."

"So take advantage of your fame."

Zhu Shun didn't say yes, or disagree, and called a person.

The eldest disciple Song Shihui.

Zhu Shun took out the potatoes and handed them to Song Shihui and asked, "Will you plant potatoes?" ”

Song Shihui put down the cigarette pouch pole in her hand and nodded.

Zhu Shun didn't expect that the big disciple who had been studying cotton would grow potatoes, and it seemed that he still paid less attention to this big disciple: "Go breed first." ”

The black and thin Song Shihui took the potatoes, turned around and walked out.

Compared with Song Shiyi, who is sweet and liked by everyone, Xu Guangqi prefers this taciturn Song Shihui, turned his face and continued: "Grain planting is easy to say, but it is actually difficult. ”

"Breeding, sowing, farming, watering, etc., if you go wrong in any of these links, you may reduce the yield and even fail to grow food."

"With this kid's help, the old man will be relieved, and in a few days he will go to the emperor to promote potatoes throughout Shuntian Mansion."

Hearing this, Sun Yuanhua, who had been standing next to him, finally couldn't help it: "The teacher has to think about it, if he really stabs the emperor, the Donglin Party doesn't know what to do." ”

"The squires of Shuntianfu listen to the words of the Donglin Party very much, and if they fail, the teacher will fall into the infamy of poisoning the people in the township."

"After so many years of reputation, it is about to be ruined."

Xu Guangqi smiled heartily and said frankly and indifferently: "There are three immortals in saints. ”

"Taishang is virtuous, followed by meritorious service, and once again by speech."

"Old man, I don't want to be a saint, and I don't want to make meritorious contributions, these are too boring for the old man."

"The old man has only one wish in his life, a very simple wish."

"Let the people of the world have enough to eat."

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