On Tianluojing Mountain, on the newly cultivated mountain, sorghum seeds were sprinkled. By August, the first batch of millet will be harvested. This gave those peasant households who had worked for the landlord's family a glimmer of hope for survival. Because Yang Fan promised that when Linghe City stabilized, the grain harvested in the field would not have to pay too much tax, and he would personally explain it to the saint.

Lao Hong is an authentic farmer in Liaodi, and at the moment in a vacant lot, he and Yang Fan are squatting on the ground. What he was holding in his hand was really the rotten potatoes he had just brought back from Shuntianfu.

"Your Excellency, you ...... Are you saying it's true? Lao Hong's expression was a little excited, and he was a little choked up when he even spoke. The death of his wife has always been a pain in his heart. How the grain harvest has been lost year after year. It was for a bowl of millet that his wife starved to death at home, just to save a bite to eat for him when he came back from servitude.

As Yang Fan said, the yield per mu of potatoes can reach three or four thousand catties casually, and it is the best crop in times of famine. Not only does rice transplanting require a lot of manpower, but the harvest is only 500 catties. In these years, only those who have money eat, and those who have no money can only gnaw mud. Indeed, some people in Shaanxi really didn't have anything to eat, so they ate Guanyin soil to feed their stomachs, and finally died of abdominal colic, which was very pitiful.

Lao Hong touched the rotten potatoes with some caution, and said, "According to the experience of the little ones, this thing should be able to be cut and transplanted." My lord, or else. How about we get a few cylinders and do some experiments? ”

Yang Fan nodded and said, "Hurry up." These seedlings were wrapped in cloth by Zu Runze, a bastard, and they were stuffy for two days, and they all turned yellow. Yang Fan asked Lao Hong to take care of these potatoes himself, which made Lao Hong grateful for a long time. Nowadays, the times are difficult, and no matter how much land there is, there are people who are starving to death.

It is always the ruling class who will not starve to death and the rich merchant landlords who sleep until the end of the day. Yang Fan has only one person, and he can't change such a huge empire for the time being, and all he can do is try to make those poor people not starve to death.

Xu Guangqi also emphasized in his reply that if this potato is successfully cultivated, he must sue him as soon as possible. This is definitely something related to the Daming Jiangshan Society.

With it, it means that the cultivated land that originally fed one person can feed five or six people. What would that be the concept? That is to say, more of the population of the Ming Dynasty can be liberated to resist the invasion of Jiannu.

Now this Linghe City, although it has been built, it is finally about to be built. But this is only a small step, whether you can stand firm and defend the city is the key. Otherwise, Zhu Youzhen would not have ordered to send 10,000 Guan Ning Tieqi to come. It would be good to send 30,000 migrant workers directly to repair the city.

The problem is that if the city is repaired, if it cannot be defended, it will be built for the enemy. That's the key to the headache.

"Yang, I've finally found you!" Matteo Ricci panted and climbed up the mountain. Straightened up under Zu Runze's support. "I'm amazed by your creativity!" Matteo Ricci exclaimed.

"Priest Matteo Ricci, are you here just to praise me?"

Matteo Ricci laughed and said, "I like your straightforwardness." Like us Westerners, in Shuntianfu, Lord Xu and them are too reserved. I'm not used to it. I'm here to discuss the Antarctic Sea with you. That map of yours, as well as what Master Xu described to me, made me feel amazing. There are still such places where there are zài, they are all ice fields, and there are no people. ”

"Ricci, there's nothing to discuss. In fact, the best way to improve the map is to practice and sail, which is the best standard to test here. ”

Matteo Ricci was surprised: "Yang, you are so right. I'm here to ask you to take me to explore the Antarctic Sea. It's so alluring to me! "Matteo Ricci, as a missionary, a missionary from Italy, also fantasized about being a Columbus-like navigator. When he heard about the existence of such undeveloped land, he even wanted to return to Italy immediately and report to the Pope.

"Ricci, are you kidding? I know you want to conquer that continent, but I can tell you that you can't. It's not good for survival at all. It's so cold in that place, so you end up with the idea. ”

"Cold? We are not afraid of the cold. Matteo Ricci explained.

Yang Fan smiled, that kind of cold, not the kind of winter that is a few degrees below zero or ten degrees, but it will really kill people. "You don't know how cold it is over there, it's cold enough to freeze people to death!"

Zu Runze was surprised: "Yang Zi, is there really such a place, can you freeze people to death?" How cold it must be. ”

"I'll give you an analogy. You're going to pee, and before you can pee out, your life will be frozen. You know how cold it gets, right? ”

Zu Runze felt his legs tighten, and hurriedly said, "There is such an extremely cold place in this world. It's horrible! Yang Fan laughed and said, "There are still many places in this world that you don't know." Let's just say that where you step under your feet, in a deep, deep place, there is all magma. Magma you know what? It's the kind of hot liquid that puts you in it and fishes out the kind of temperature that doesn't even leave the bones. ”

As soon as Yang Fan's words came out, Zu Runze was so frightened that he quickly raised his foot, moved his position, and said a little nervously: "Yang Zi, you won't be scaring me, right?" ”

"What's there to scare you. If you don't believe me, dig deeper, and you'll know that I'm not scaring you. Yang Fan deliberately frightened, this magma is not so easy to dig.

Zu Runze hurriedly ran into the distance, and he decided not to talk to Yang Fan again. With him, after being frightened too much, even his courage became smaller. At this time, should he also wonder if it will fall on this day? Will this sea be turned over? Zu Runze's body trembled, and he quickly put these strange questions behind him, because the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this world was too terrifying! What about the round sky? Why did your feet turn into magma again? Could it be ...... Is there really hell? It must be, it must be the magma of hell! Strange thoughts popped up from Zu Runze's mind......

Matteo Ricci still wanted to explore the unknown continent, but Yang Fan couldn't resist him, so he said, "Do you know what's on that ice field?" It was the domain of the gods, a place that even my teacher did not dare to approach, and Matteo Ricci was going to conquer him? Do you want to turn your back on God? ”

Frightened, Matteo Ricci's face turned pale, and he repeated Amen's confession, and then hurriedly went down the mountain and left. The news was absolutely explosive, the ice field turned out to be the territory of the gods. Matteo Ricci shook his head, "My God, it's the realm of the gods!" ”

Yang Fan lay on the grass pile, holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and laughed: "Who wouldn't scare people?" Xiao Hei, who was lying quietly on the side, chewed on the grass, revealing two strange rows of big white teeth, as if he was laughing.

When the warm wind blew, Yang Fan squinted his eyes, as if he was dozing, and whispered: "I sowed seeds in the spring and waited for the harvest after the autumn." Huang Taiji, don't let me down. ”

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