The Emperor was the Emperor, a young man of medium height with a white face, who was fiddling with a pile of various kinds of wood. Several little eunuchs were busy working on the side, and the young people were focused on it, completely forgetful, and after a while, a pile of scattered pieces of wood turned into a huge wooden screen in the Heart Nourishing Palace. This young man is none other than the most powerful person in the world today, Zhu Youxiao, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Youxiao looked at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction, and was content, and touched an inconspicuous mechanism on the screen. I only heard the sound of the woodchips, and the scenery on the screen changed.

The middle-aged man who was standing next to him respectfully stepped forward and said happily: "These scattered woods, the old slave was dizzy when he saw them, but he didn't expect them to become such treasures after His Majesty's hands, and His Majesty's memory is becoming more and more sophisticated." According to the old slave, there has never been such a talented person as His Majesty throughout the ages. ”

Zhu Youxiao smiled and said smugly: "This thing sent by the prince of Fuwang is not exquisite, but this mechanism is designed to be novel. It's rare that his father has just suffered, and he still has this heart, which can be regarded as a piece of loyalty to me. ”

Wei Zhongxian accepted the mountains of jewels sent by Zhao Hong, and naturally did not forget to say a few words of help, and hurriedly said with a smile: "That's right, the other princes pay tribute every year are ordinary objects, only this blessed prince understands Your Majesty's thoughts." ”

Zhu Youxiao sneered: "Who of them doesn't understand?" I just don't dare. If anyone does what I like, send me a few things that he likes, he won't be scolded by those civil officials for 10,000 years. Since this Zhu Yousong dared to send it, I did not treat him badly, and passed the decree that Zhu Yousong would take the title of King Fu. ”

Today is the seventh day after the death of Zhu Changxun, the blessed king, and all the officials of Luoyang came to pay their respects. The new Chengfeng of the palace, the former gardener Lao Shutou, stood at the gate of the palace early and ushered in the send-off. According to Old Man Shu, the little prince couldn't stand the bad news because of excessive grief, and he was already ill, so it was inconvenient for him to come out to meet guests.

At this time, Zhu Yousong, who was "overly sad", was in his study, holding a copy of "The Complete Book of Agricultural Administration" and reading it with relish. Zhu Yousong was half-reclining in a chair and put his feet on the desk. The two pink and tender little fists of the personal maid Xiaolian beat down on the shoulders rhythmically. The more Zhu Yousong looked at this "Complete Book of Agricultural Administration", the more surprised he became, Xu Guangqi, as a civil servant, was excluded and retired to his hometown, but he didn't think that he would write poems every day to scold the eunuchs and scold the emperor, and he actually buried himself in creating such a huge book, which was simply a clear stream in the civil and official circles. This old man is now resigning and returning to his hometown, and he must visit him when he has time.

In this book, the most attractive thing about Zhu Yousong is Nongben. Those who are familiar with the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties know that later the Manchu Kang Mazi introduced sweet potatoes according to the "Sweet Potato Theory" in the book, and the people survived the Xiaoice River period by eating sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes are the best things to feed, and the yield is large, so it doesn't pick the ground and doesn't bother. "It's a pity that our emperor likes carpenter work now, if he likes farm work, how many people can starve to death."

Xiaolian chuckled lightly and quipped: "He is the carpenter emperor, and the prince can be the prince of farming, maybe it can become a good story and leave a name in history." ”

Zhu Yousong laughed, "Leave a name in history? The stench is almost the same for 10,000 years. In the eyes of our literati in the Ming Dynasty, only the emperor who reminds them to manipulate like a puppet is the emperor of the ages, and the others are faint monarchs. ”

Zhu Yousong was teased by the personal maid, and suddenly thought that when King Fu became a vassal, the emperor rewarded 20,000 hectares of fertile land, and he could really be a farmer.

"Come on, call me Lao Shutou."

Because Lao Shutou went to report the news, the palace caught fire. The old man, who is dozens of years old, naturally figured out the strangeness, but this matter is too serious, and even his wife inadvertently revealed this meaning, he was sternly warned by him and was not allowed to say it again. Fortunately, the prince had no intention of extinguishing his mouth, and because of the news that day, he was mentioned to be the palace minister, and Lao Shutou was relieved and did things for Zhu Yousong.

Lao Shutou, who came to the study, saw Zhu Yousong and the personal maid talking and laughing through the screen, and hurriedly lowered his head, ignoring incivility.

"Lao Shu, how many acres of land do we have in the palace?"

Lao Shutou thought secretly, he didn't expect the prince to ask about the palace so early, but fortunately, he had temporarily supplemented the information of the palace in the past few days. "Back to the world, we have a total of 20,000 hectares of fertile land in the Fu Wangfu."

"How much?"

"20,000 hectares is 200,000 acres."

If there is water in Zhu Yousong's mouth, he will definitely spray the maid's face, 200,000 acres? After a long time, he is the biggest landlord in this era.

It turned out that back then, Emperor Shenzong favored Zhu Changxun too much and wanted to allocate 40,000 hectares of fertile land to him. There was not much fertile land left in several nearby provinces, and Zhu Changxun himself was afraid, so he wrote a letter to ask for resignation, and it became 20,000 hectares. He also disliked that the fertile land in Henan was not enough, so he allocated fertile land from Huguang and Shandong to him. As the saying goes, "The lake is ripe, and the world is full." "The farmland here is the most productive in the world, and the harvest is guaranteed by drought and flood. Emperor Shenzong never thought that his love for his son would cheapen him by a traverser.

"Lao Shu, you arrange someone to find me all the grain shop owners in Luoyang. Remember, be kind and ask them to wait for me in Wenchang Building. Zhu Yousong was excited, he has so much farmland, and he is afraid that he can't create a "sweet potato prosperous world" like Kang Mazi? At the very least, some Han people could starve to death.

Lao Shu took the order and left, Zhu Yousong excitedly stood up and picked up Xiaolian, holding it in the air: "You have made a great contribution this time!" This son will reward you with a slap. After speaking, he put the light and soft little girl on his lap, only to hear a crisp sound.

Xiaolian, who was inexplicably lifted high and spanked again, couldn't cry or laugh, pretended to be aggrieved, and whispered with tears in her eyes: "Saying that you are rewarding others and beating others, is it a reward or a punishment?" ”

Zhu Yousong looked at this little girl's natural acting skills, and his skills were itchy for a while, and he started to play. Said arrogantly: "The master beats you to reward you, and you don't thank you for your little hoof?" ”

Xiaolian twisted her thin waist slightly, her round buttocks swayed with her waist and hips, she raised her head slightly, her breathing was short, her face was flushed, and she said with charming eyes: "Xie Ye's reward, but people still want to ask for a reward." "I have to say that this little girl's talent is too high, these things that have never been done before, the first time she did it, she was so hooked.

Zhu Yousong couldn't bear it, and the cute and cute little monk under him had a tendency to become an angry-eyed King Kong, so he hurriedly put down a cruel sentence: "Ye will rectify you later." "In the Wenchang Building of the district, the owners of the grain store discussed the matter of sweet potatoes.

Xiao Lian'er chirped: "Running faster than anyone else, every time it will only tease people to the point where they can't get up or down." Feeling a slippery piece between his legs, he was so ashamed that he buried his head and covered his face and ran to his room.