Early the next morning, Fang Yuegong got up early, and after using some breakfast, he hurried towards the trade area outside Penglai City.

Although Penglai City was full of jubilation last night, early this morning, the city gate was crowded with businessmen and people who were about to leave the city. The so-called chengguan brigade in cyan uniforms is already combing through the traffic. Last night, listening to the guys in the inn, these members of the Chengguan Brigade were originally the ruffians of the four towns and eight neighbors. When Zhu Ping'an first arrived in Dengzhou, he launched two operations called "strike hard" one after another. The prisons in Dengzhou, Penglai, Huangxian, Zhaoyuan and other places were overcrowded, and these city foxes and rats were swept away, and the public order situation in Dengzhou suddenly improved.

Just when these city fox society rats were in panic, and the people thought that the yamen was going to kill on a large scale. Zhu Ping'an unexpectedly only punished some guys who were very angry with the people, but on the contrary, he was extremely generous to most people, and just asked the commander of Tongzhi Hong Fat to set up the urban management department, and handed over the city's sanitation, transportation and public security to these guys to take care of, and ruled them with military law. But it has received surprisingly good results.

Originally, some guys who took the opportunity to blackmail the people, take the opportunity to make trouble, and eat and take cards, but in a short period of time, all of them were beheaded by Guo Chai's inspection office, and their heads were hung on the city gate to show the public. Since then, there have been fewer complaints about the chengguan brigade, and the law and order situation in the cities has also been on track.

Looking at those big men meticulously directing traffic, Fang Yuegong sighed at Zhu Ping'an's strange methods.

Out of the city, what caught his eye was the farmland of Qianmo, in comparison, Fang Yuegong was more concerned about the situation of farming.

Although Fang Yuegong was born in the second year of the Apocalypse, he was well versed in agricultural affairs. He is in charge of the task of the grain reserve of the Ming Household Department. Later, he served as the prefect of Songjiang, and was famous for building water conservancy and encouraging farming. When he served in Shandong, he supervised the transportation of grain, and every evaluation was excellent.

Fang Yuegong walked towards a piece of farmland, leaned down and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see what was planted in this field. The foliage is low and green, but there is no fruit in sight, and it seems that this kind of crop is planted in the fields as far as the eye can see. This made Fang Yuegong, who had always prided himself on being proficient in farming, a little surprised.

But Fang Yuegong's party has attracted the attention of the chengguan team members not far away, the thousand acres of land outside Penglai City are planted with a kind of crop, which is very valued by the general soldiers, and now this Fang Yuegong and his party seem to be very interested in the crops in the farmland, and they were immediately noticed by the chengguan team.

was about to step forward to ask, but a figure came over next to him, took out a waist card and shook it in front of the eyes of everyone in the city management. The members of the city management team were suddenly silent, and they called themselves adults.

The man just waved his hand, and the chengguan team members scattered in all directions.

Fang Yuegong and the others didn't notice what was happening behind them, and not far away, an old farmer walked up to the ridge and drew water from the well next to the farmland.

Fang Yuegong stepped forward and bowed his hand to the old farmer, "Uncle, I am thirsty when I pass through here on the way, can you give me a bowl of water to drink?" ”

The old farmer smiled honestly, didn't speak, and directly scooped a scoop of water with both hands in front of Fang Yuegong.

Fang Yuegong thanked him, took it and drank it all, it was cold and sweet. After drinking bitterly, Fang Yuegong couldn't help but smack his lips, and asked the old farmer what was planted in this farmland.

The old farmer suddenly laughed, "Mr. Kan is a scholar from abroad, but he has never drunk the well water from us." To tell the truth, our Shandong Province has been in drought for many years, and the river has dried up, but thanks to the blessing of the general soldier, we dug deep wells in our Dengzhou boundary, and built canals from the high mountains of Beiqu Mountain, Squatting Dog Mountain, and Qishan Mountain, and led the mountain spring to this field. Our farmland and water for people and livestock in Dengzhou can be considered to be settled. ”

As he said this, the old farmer's hands were not idle, and he squatted down and dug out a planted crop from the field under his feet. There were several oval-shaped fruits under the green stems.

The old farmer picked one off with his hand, wiped the soil off his pants, revealing the yellow skin, and handed it to Fang Yuegong: "This thing is called a potato, and it all depends on it, so that we can survive this famine year in Dengzhou, last year, the overseas grain has not been shipped in, and the grain we grow is really not enough to eat." When the chief soldier began to plant this thing, we didn't dare to plant it lightly, for fear that the grains would not be harvested. Who would have thought that half a year later, in the official fields of the Dusi Yamen, the yield per mu of this thing was as much as 1,000 catties, even if it was some thin fields, the output per mu was more than 800 catties. ”

Hearing this, Fang Yuegong's hand trembled, and then he firmly hugged the potato in his hand, but his face showed disbelief. "What my husband said is the truth?"

The old farmer smiled slightly, and stretched out his finger to another field in the distance, "The one planted over there is called sweet potato, and it is also the seed that the general soldier got from overseas." The yield per mu can easily exceed 1,000 catties, with these two cold-resistant and drought-resistant things, why are the people of Dengzhou afraid of this great drought and famine year! ”

Fang Yuegong's hands trembled violently, and the yield per mu was more than a thousand catties, what kind of meaning did this mean to the people of the Ming Dynasty. That is to say, once these things are widely planted in the Ming Dynasty, at least the people of the Ming Dynasty can survive the famine year safely, and how much chaos will be solved because of these two things?

"There are no thieves in Dengzhou", this proverb circulated in Shandong before Fang Yuegong thought it was a false rumor, but now it seems that there is nothing unusual! The food is enough for the people to eat, and the hearts of the people are stable, but where do the displaced people come from?

"It's all a treasure!" After a long time, Fang Yuegong woke up from his shocked state, and couldn't help but admire, he suddenly felt that this trip to Dengzhou was indeed worthwhile. For a while, Fang Yuegong couldn't help but regret a little, he had served in Shandong for three years, and when he heard how Dengzhou was prosperous in the past, he always felt that it was exaggerated, Zhu Ping'an was just a martial artist, where would he govern civil affairs? But today, this old farmer is indeed full of "chief soldiers", it seems that this Zhu Ping'an is indeed deeply popular among the people!

"If these potatoes and sweet potatoes can be implemented in the whole of Shandong, it will really benefit all the people!" Fang Yuegong couldn't help but say.

The old farmer suddenly laughed, "Sir, this is wrong. Our people in Dengzhou are blessed people who have met a good official like Zhu Zongbing. But it is difficult to popularize these two crops. ”

Fang Yuegong was stunned for a moment, "How do you say this?" ”

"This field was originally owned by the government, wealthy families and merchants, how can we Shengdou Xiaomin have their own fields now, what to plant, where do we have the final say. Moreover, the yield of these two things is so amazing that, according to the chief soldier, as long as they are planted properly, the yield per mu will increase. Sir, please think about it, if these two things are all over the world, how can those grain shops opened by the government and merchants still live? ”

Although the old farmer's words were rough, Fang Yuegong heard them clearly. A sharp increase in grain production means a sharp drop in food prices, and how can the officials, businessmen and elites behind the grain shops accept it? What's more, there are still a few areas in the north of Daming that can be cultivated with peace of mind, so what can we do with this food that can save all people from fire and water?

After figuring out this truth, Fang Yuegong was not stunned.

Returning the potatoes to the old farmer, Fang Yuegong pointed to the rows of low, tent-like things in the distance and asked, "By asking the old man, what are these things?" ”

The old farmer laughed heartily, "Those are the treasures of the chief soldier, Mr. is interested, you might as well go and have a look, although there are guards outside the tent, but it does not prevent others from watching and visiting!" ”

Bidding farewell to the old peasant, Fang Yuegong walked to that place with his horse from Renxin, and walked closer, only then did he see the uniqueness of this tent, the tent was divided into several columns, each column was about five zhang long, and it was actually built with light-colored tarpaulin. It's early autumn now, but I see the occasional person coming in and out of it waiting for a short summer dress. The things in his hand are indeed strange, but most of them are red, green, green, and brightly colored fruits.

When they came to the door of the tent, there were indeed a few soldiers standing in front of the door, and when they saw the crowd, they immediately stepped forward to stop them. Fang Yuegong was a little strange, he had just heard the old farmer say that the military department here restricts outsiders from visiting, why is there someone blocking it now?

Looking through the township at the door, it is a neat and neat bunch of melons, fruits and vegetables planted, except for the lentils, water chestnuts and other things that are common in the Ming Dynasty, the rest have not been seen either.

When I got closer, I felt a hot wind blowing in my face.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from inside the tent, "But Lord Governor Fang is here, please come in!" ”

Fang Yuegong was immediately stunned when he heard this, and before he could react, a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe next to him had already greeted him with a smile on his face, "Dare to ask, but Lord Fang is in person, Xia Guan Yin Shigang, and he is the senator of the Dengzhou General Military Mansion, my family marshal has been waiting here for a long time, Lord Governor, please come in!" ”

The soldiers next to him all knelt down and saluted in unison, and after Fang Yuegong was stunned for a moment, a wry smile appeared, it seemed that Mrs. Sun still revealed her whereabouts to Zhu Ping'an.

No longer refused, Fang Yuegong walked into the greenhouse, the heat was like midsummer, and a person stood up in the field more than ten steps away, not very old, with thick eyebrows and fine eyes, the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, a short coat, and a pair of cloth shoes full of mud spots on his feet.

Looking at the costume, Fang Yuegong was a little confused, and before he could speak, the young man had already bowed to the ground, "This official Zhu Ping'an pays a visit to Governor Lord Fang!" ”

The Ming Dynasty was noble and lowly, and military attachés of the same grade sometimes bowed down to civil officials, which is no longer a strange thing. Although the governor is not of high grade, he is patrolling the place on behalf of the Son of Heaven, and has become a veritable head of the local civil and military forces. It's just that now that there is a vacancy in the governor of Denglai, Zhu Ping'an has no real boss, but he still has great respect for Fang Yuegong, the governor of Shandong. R1152