Fang Langzhong forcibly held back a smile, and jokingly glanced at the industrial faction and said: "Your Majesty, the imperial court is now short of silver, and if you don't need a capable official like Zheng Yuanwailang, do you want to use it to be a hairy boy who has been a county magistrate for a year." ”

When this sentence fell, the officials of the Donglin Party were completely relaxed, and the court battle was, to put it bluntly, an exchange of interests.

The Donglin Party has said so bluntly that it wants to give up part of its interests in exchange for a rectification of Miyun soldiers, and I believe that the emperor has already made a decision in his heart.

The dust has settled.

Zheng Yuanwai easily solved the fulcrum problem that made the entire Donglin Party sit on pins and needles with a sentence of production, and took away most of the merits, and Fang Langzhong also made a fortune in time.

Wei Langzhong, who was full of life in his eyes, was willing to let go of this good thing of sitting on the ground and picking up money, and playfully glanced at the industrial faction who was in place, and also forced a laugh and said: "What Zheng Yuanwai said is extremely true. ”

"It's better like this, if you have more brilliant agronomy, you can let the official field produce more grain, and this official position of reorganizing the army will be given to you."

The Donglin Party officials slapped the industrial faction with this playfulness, and they couldn't help it, many Donglin Party officials laughed, and even some Donglin Party officials covered their stomachs with laughter.

Produce?

One acre of land can produce more than two stones at most, and it has not exceeded three stones since the Xia Shang Zhou, which is like the law that only women can have children.

When it is said to be produced, it is to tell the sparsely populated industrialists that there is a kind of food that we have more food than anyone else.

Lots of food?

Thinking of this, most of the Donglin Party officials laughed out loud, and the Donglin Party controlled the entire bureaucratic and gentry class, and therefore controlled the land under heaven.

The industrial faction does not have as much land as the fields in Liangxiang County, even if the industrial faction controls the land of a county.

But.

The comparison between the land of a county and the land of the whole world is too ridiculous.

Judgment from above.

Chongzhen looked at the Donglin Party official who laughed, the expression on his face was a little strange, what kind of medicine did the Donglin Party take, how desperately he wanted to hit the muzzle.

Sun Yuanhua, who had already served as the left waiter of the Ministry of Works, went into battle in person, and his face was also strange: "Are you talking about production?" ”

"Are you sure it's the production of one acre of land?"

A sentence of certainty.

The playful laughter of the Donglin Party officials came to an abrupt end on the spot, and they, who had been tortured by the industrial Bo Zhu Shun by various means, looked at Sun Yuanhua nervously.

Could it be that Zhu Shun, a disaster star, has come up with something that can increase the yield per mu.

Two hundred and fifty pounds? Or two hundred and sixty pounds?

Could it be ......

Suddenly, an unbelievable and terrifying thought occurred to the Donglin Party official.

Raised to 300 catties!

The Donglin Party officials thought of the shuttle loom, the Daming steam engine, and the steam mill, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt that it was possible.

Zhu Shun, the disaster star, may really be three hundred catties higher, and looked at Zheng Yuanwai with a somewhat anxious face, hoping that he would quickly stand up and turn the tide again.

Zheng Yuanwai didn't dare to speak easily this time, if Zhu Shun really increased the yield per mu to 300 catties, this matter would be difficult to do.

That's a full 300 catties per mu, and when the warlocks deceived the croppers of the silver, they didn't dare to say that this bowl of runic water could make 300 catties of grain grow in the ground.

And when the honest farmer heard the three hundred catties, his first reaction was fake.

An imaginary 300 catties suddenly plunged the court into silence.

The silence lasted for a while.

Seeing that Sun Yuanhua wanted to continue to open his mouth to speak, the Donglin Party officials became more and more anxious, and even Zheng Yuanwai, who was trying to turn the tide, had nothing to do.

Chongzhen suddenly said a word.

"If Zhu Yu can produce 1,000 catties of rice per acre, it will be his to rectify the Miyun Army."

When the officials of the Donglin Party heard the emperor's heavenly voice, some officials were so moved that they almost knelt down and called the emperor Shengming.

The emperor really still has his heart for the Donglin Party and these heroes who eradicated the eunuch party for the Ming Dynasty.

Wei Langzhong was even more moved and almost burst into tears, saving his life, after all, the words that were given to the industrial faction were said by him, not Zheng Yuanwai.

I couldn't help but think of the days when I fought against the eunuchs side by side with the emperor, and secretly made a decision in my heart, the emperor helped him like this, helped him pick up the lives of the whole family, saved his career, and must be less greedy for silver in the future.

And this time, I will help the emperor fight for some official fields, well, it will be improved to one bucket and one liter.

Wei Langzhong, who had been closed by the ghost gate for a while, picked up a life and made a big decision.

Unconsciously, Wei Langzhong, whose body was shrunk into a ball, was inexplicably much more arrogant, and laughed loudly: "A thousand catties is a little more." ”

"In the opinion of the minister, 800 catties is enough."