"The yield per mu is 1,000 catties, does the prince believe it?" Zhiwen asked faintly.

"This king is naturally ..."Speaking of this, Zhu Dingwei found that this question was not easy to answer, the yield per mu is too absurd, say it, don't let people underestimate it, say it or not, wouldn't it give the other party an excuse to buy land, he stopped his mouth at the moment, and only snorted coldly.

There are people in Zhuolu Mountain who have cultivated land and planted a thousand catties of grain per mu, this rumor has been circulating in Datong City for some time, and Zhu Dingwei has certainly heard of it.

The reason why he didn't take any action for a long time was not that he was kind-hearted and wanted to let go of these refugees who had opened up the wasteland, but that the yield per mu was unbelievably high, and Zhu Dingwei subconsciously felt that this was someone who was spreading the fog and wanted to provoke him to make trouble.

Zhu Dingwei wants to be a virtuous king, in addition to his temperament, he is not unlearned, whether it is in the field, or in the struggle for power, he is not a blank slate, in his opinion, this rumor obviously wants him to be greedy and go to Zhuolu Mountain to have some trouble.

If the first emperor Tianqi is still in power, it doesn't matter, that brother Tai lives in the palace, prefers wooden work, and ignores political affairs, so it doesn't hurt if Zhu Dingwei really goes to Zhuolu Mountain to do something angry and resentful.

But at present, the young emperor who has not been on the throne for a long time is different from his brother, he is anxious and deep, his wrist is old and spicy, Wei Zhongxian's old killer was blinded by him, and finally ended up dead, Zhu Dingwei asked himself, with his own little cleverness, he is really not the opponent of this emperor.

It was because Zhu Dingwei became more and more cautious, for fear that he would leave some pigtails and be caught by Chongzhen, and then kill the chickens and monkeys, and by the way, make a windfall from his own mansion, when the rumors of Zhuolushan reached the palace, someone did propose to send someone to collect rent, but Zhu Dingwei stopped it.

As the acting king, it is still very convenient to find out some news, and it didn't take long for him to know the relevant information about Zhuolu Mountain, but it was just a group of refugees who fled the famine, cultivating land in his land, how much food can be grown in that barren mountainous land, if he really sent people to be wicked, it would not be able to provoke a civil uprising, wouldn't it give Jinshang the truth to clean up his own.

Zhu Dingwei in turn asked people to investigate the source of this rumor, he had to suspect that someone was playing tricks on him, he wanted to see who was hiding behind the scenes, and wanted to yin him, but this kind of thing, how can it be so easy, so far there is still no clue, gradually, Zhu Dingwei also forgot a little.

Anyway, he didn't do anything evil because of this, and the one who wanted to come to the Jinluan Palace would not come to clean him up for no reason.

It's a little weird tonight, the people of Zhuolu Mountain came to the door by themselves, asking to buy that piece of land, and the means used were quite ruthless, and he didn't believe it if he had a thousand catties per mu, could it be that Zhuolu Mountain really didn't have any treasures?

"Lord Wang, if I say, the rumors that produce thousands of catties of grain per mu are absolutely not false, they are all true, you... What about it? Zhiwen's words woke up Zhu Dingwei, who was contemplating.

"You... You..."Zhu Dingwei realized that something was wrong with the masked man, and wanted to buy Zhuolu Mountain, shouldn't he be desperately belittled and said that the piece was worthless, how could there be a reason to put gold on it in turn?

"If it's true, didn't you just say it, it's good land, and I won't sell it." Zhu Dingwei calmed down and said, "By the way, since the land is mine, you have grown so much grain, should you pay some rent to this king?" ”

"That's how it should be," Zhu Dingwei's current attitude was not friendly, he didn't cooperate, and he had no intention of selling the land at all, but Zhiwen was not in a hurry, but echoed the prince's statement, "Prince, why don't you take a look at the deed again?" Again, we buy land, but it is very sincere, the price is not low, and the extra will be regarded as the rent we pay this year. ”

Zhu Dingwei looked at Zhiwen suspiciously, put down the cup and chopsticks, and read the deed again, this time he looked more carefully, especially at the price, and stayed for a long time.

It is very clear in the deed that the entire Zhuolu Mountain, and several surrounding hills, a total of more than 100,000 acres of land, Zhuolu Trading Company is willing to buy it with one million catties of grain.

In all fairness, this price is indeed very sincere, as far as the barren mountains are concerned, if there is no output, it is often penniless, and no one wants to spend money to buy it.

And the price of Zhuolu trading company, although it is not real money, but it is also real grain, at present, the Ming Dynasty has been a natural disaster for many years, the price of grain has risen again and again, the most serious famine in northern Shaanxi and other places has a price without a market, the situation in the western and northern Jinxi areas is slightly better, miscellaneous grains, one or two silver can buy twenty catties.

According to this calculation, for Zhu Dingwei, Zhuolu Mountain, which had no income at all in the past, is equivalent to selling 50,000 taels of silver, which can be regarded as a big deal.

Moreover, when grain prices have risen year after year, grain is a hard currency that is more important than silver, and Zhu Dingwei knows this very well, and he has stockpiled a lot of grain in his own land.

Although he secretly cooperated with the Fan family in northern Jin to sell grain, what he sold was old grain that was about to become moldy, and Zhu Dingwei was to deal with the old grain, of course, the silver of the white flowers could not be let go.

The old grain will only be moldy, it is better to sell it to make money, anyway, there is new grain added every year, and a certain amount of inventory can be guaranteed, Zhu Dingwei is not worried that he will be short of grain.

This kind of mountainous land, Zhu Dingwei didn't spend anything at all, he didn't know which ancestor was rewarded by which emperor, this million catties of grain was completely netted, to be honest, Zhu Dingwei was a little moved.

"What are you sweet potatoes?" Zhu Dingwei pointed to the deed and asked, next to the million catties of grain, there was a note that read, "Sweet potatoes or potatoes are optional."

"Lord Wang, the sweet potatoes and potatoes are the grain we grow in the mountains, and the yield per mu is 1,000 catties, relying on them." Zhiwen replied.

"Really?" Zhu Dingwei frowned, and said with a prickly question, "Sweet potatoes and potatoes, I have never seen them before, can I eat them, can I afford them?" ”

"Can you eat it? If the prince is free, he can come to Zhuolu Mountain, have fun with the people, and taste their taste by the way. Zhiwen invited, "In the past few years, as long as it is grain, the price is not to worry, don't you say, prince?" ”

Zhu Dingwei pouted and went to Zhuolu Mountain to have fun with the people? Am I stupid, isn't that self-defeating, but the last few sentences are reasonable, as long as it's food, I don't have to worry about no one wanting it, but... Why should I go along with you?

Wrong! Zhu Dingwei suddenly noticed something unusual, he had never seen this sweet potato potato in the entire northland, and on the premise that there was nowhere to buy it, the other party was willing to use them to buy land, that... It can only be shown that these grains are all grown in Zhuolu Mountain.

A million catties! That's a lot, isn't it... Is the yield per mu really not low?