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April is the rainy season in Jiangnan, but in Taiwan it is the golden season with less rain, less typhoon and more sunshine. (To read the latest chapter of this book, please visit the Wèn Aishang Novel Network biquge.info) However, Zheng Kezhang has neither the interest in the white dragon fish suit, nor does he want to disturb the people, so although the car is simple and simple, the guards and accompanying officials around him are also indispensable.

"Lord Liu, why haven't you seen barley (i.e., corn) planted all the way?" Sitting in a four-wheeled carriage made by the craftsmen of Yingguili, Zheng Kezhang admired the scenery of the plain outside the window while asking the household member Wailang Liu. "Could it be that today's Taiwan is still dominated by multiple cropping of rice and wheat?"

"What Shisun said is not bad." Liu Chongxi, who was sitting opposite Zheng Kezang, was a little scared, of course, this was not because of how majestic Zheng Kezhang was, but because he felt that it was a bit arrogant to sit face to face with Zheng Kezang, but this was Zheng Kezang's request, and he had to hold on even if he felt uncomfortable. "Taiwan is humid, and there are many diseases in the barley, so each household only planted one or two in small amounts, and basically it is mainly rice and wheat multiple cropping."

Zheng Kezhang nodded, which can be regarded as a puzzle, but he and Liu Chongxi did not know that a considerable part of the pests and diseases of corn were caused by the wheat scab fungus, and of course, the relative humidity between the average annual of 78~85% in Taiwan was also the reason for the further spread of diseases.

"Taiwan's climate is mild and rainy, and it is no worse than that in the Qionghai area." Zheng Kezhang paused for a moment and asked again. "Then why can Qionghai grow three crops of rice, but Dongning here seems to have never heard of it?"

"The yield of three-cropping rice sounds more than that of rice-wheat multi-cropping, but in fact the yield is limited." Liu Chongxi explained. "If the average yield of early rice is one, the second crop will be halved, and the third crop will be halved compared with the second crop." Liu Chongxi seemed to feel that his explanation was not clear enough, so he added further. "Rice and wheat replanting in Dongning can yield two and a half stones of rice per mu and nine buckets of noodles in one year, and the average annual yield of rice in three seasons is only four stones, and it is labor-intensive and hurts the soil, so it is naturally abandoned."

"Taiwan can now ensure a yield of two and a half stones of rice per mu and nine buckets of noodles a year?" Liu Chongxi said rice flour instead of grain wheat, which means that the weight of the bran has been removed, and this production is definitely quite high in China in this era. "Is this still an average yield? Lady Yanagi is not wrong, right? ”

Seeing that Zheng Kezhang didn't seem to believe it, Liu Chongxi immediately patted his chest: "Shisun, the military and civilians of Dongning have been cultivating famine for more than ten years, and the fields have long been ripe, not to mention anything else, just from the official field, the household department has received a similar harvest for six consecutive years, it should not be bad, of course, the people of the new Shitai have not cultivated for a long time, and I am afraid that it will take time to reach this number." ”

Seeing the other party's words, Zheng Kezhang closed his eyes and calculated for a while, Taiwan's current five taxes and one tax, calculated based on the reclamation area of 18,454 A (about 268478 mu) before the actual Taiwan, even if you add the income from Yingpan field (note: the people work for farming, but all the income goes to the official land of the public), the total tax income of Dongning in the field in a year is only 150,000 stone of rice and more than 55,000 stone of noodles.

"It's really not easy for Mr. Chen." Zheng Kezhang sighed, it is not that Zheng Jun still has a huge maritime trade caravan, otherwise such a weak economic level really can't support tens of thousands of troops to fight abroad all year round, obviously his father-in-law has paid more than just sweat for this, it is not too much to describe it as exhaustive. "The people are also very miserable!"

"That's what the prison said." Liu Chongxi agreed, but his tone seemed a little strange to Zheng Kezang's ears, obviously there must be something inside that Zheng Kezang didn't know or didn't think of. "The people of Taiwan are still poor, but for the sake of the great cause of opposing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, they can shrink their clothes and diet, and endure hunger."

"Yes, if this domain doesn't fight, the Tartars will fight over, and my father has worked hard to fight outside, and he is also eating outside because of the food to the enemy." Zheng Kezang's words made Liu Chongxi stunned, he obviously sensed that something seemed wrong, but before he could figure out how Zheng Kezang's attitude suddenly became cold, he saw Zheng Kezang knock on the door twice, and the carriage suddenly stopped. "Lord Liu got out of the car with the rest and walked away, I was very aggrieved here."

Aggrieved? Liu Chongxi pondered Zheng Kezang's words, and hurriedly got off with Zheng Kezang. The convoy stopped at a corner of the official road, because of Zhu Jin's expedition to the west, Taiwan's public utilities were abandoned halfway, so the so-called official road is just a wide dirt road, and only a few sections are paved with sand and gravel, but there is a thatched pavilion where Zheng Kezhang parked his car to shelter from the rain, and a group of people walked in that direction. After entering the pavilion, Zheng Kezhang looked around, seemed to find something, and then stepped over. Liu Chongxi and the guards did not dare to slack off, except for a few who stayed behind, the rest all chased after them.

"What are you waiting for?" Just as Zheng Kezhang was playing with a leaf in the field and watching carefully, a roar sounded not far away, and everyone raised their eyes to watch, only to see a middle-aged man with a naked upper body rushing over with a nail rake, and while running, this person was still shouting. "The thief over there put down Hugh and is going to practice" But the farmer's shouting soon stopped abruptly, obviously he saw the shape clearly, there were many people and many people wore swords and swords, obviously the appearance of a public man, and it was definitely not for him and the people to call and drink. "That son, I'm reckless."

Seeing the helpless farmer singing to himself, a smile appeared on Zheng Kezang's face, and he didn't like the smell of the field, so he stretched out his hand to move: "This big brother doesn't have to apologize, in fact, it should be said that Yu is reckless, but since the eldest brother is here, please come over and talk, Yu still has some things to ask the eldest brother." ”

The farmer scratching his scalp was difficult to ride a tiger, he thought about it and was about to come over, but he saw the guard with the knife staring at him coldly, he subconsciously followed his steps, and then blessed his heart, and hurriedly threw away the farm tools he was holding, so he was able to walk in front of Zheng Kezang and bow his head again.

"The villain has seen this prince," the farmer Xu regarded Zheng Kezang as a rich official N generation who didn't know what to do, so although he was humble, he never flinched. "Ask what you don't dare to do, if you have anything to say, just ask, what I know will definitely be truthful."

Zheng Kezang, who didn't know or care what he thought, pointed to the plant he found: "Is this a sweet potato?" ”

The peasant was confused by Zheng Kezang's words, he scratched his head, and thought for a while before replying: "Gan, I don't know what sweet potato is, this is the sweet potato that Changle Chen Gong brought back from Luzon, and we all grow this piece." ”

"Motoko!" Because he didn't dare to expose Zheng Kezang's identity in front of ordinary people, Liu Chongxi used a title that did not attract attention. "The so-called sweet potato is actually sweet potato, sweet potato has always been Luzon from Fujian into China and Jiaozhi from Guangdong into China, among which Fujian into the first to bring sweet potatoes into China, that is, Changle Chen Jinglun Chen Zhenlong Gong, and then by the first governor Jin Gongxue has persuaded the people to plant extensively, so some people call it golden potato."

"That's the same thing." Zheng Kezhang nodded to show that he understood the difference in titles, China has always been rich in land and resources, and it is normal for ten miles to have different sounds and different customs, but since he has figured out that it is just a different name, Zheng Kezhang continued to ask the peasants. "This big brother, is this sweet potato delicious? How was the harvest in the coming year? Do you usually use it for cooking or cooking? ”

"Back to the son-in-law, sweet potatoes taste very sweet, on weekdays, the mother-in-law and aunts like to steam and then dry the slices, can be eaten as vegetables, our farmers can't afford to eat sugar, the little cubs are often used with persimmons as fruit to eat, if the year is bad, chop it and steam it with rice, you can also save a little ration." It can be seen that this farmer is still very organized, and he can answer whatever Zheng Kezhang asks, but he is not an ordinary person. "And the sweet potatoes are planted and the harvest is huge, and one acre can produce seven or eight stones, but the officials do not harvest them, so we generally only plant them on the ridges."

"It's life-saving food." Zheng Kezhang sighed, in fact, he knew that the yield of sweet potatoes was high, but in the past it was just a concept, and in this era, he has discovered how important this high-yield crop is to the people who only seek food and clothing. "Does Big Brother know how to make noodles with sweet potato starch?" The farmer shook his head, in his impression that only white noodles could make noodles, and as for what the starch in Zheng Kezang's mouth was, he was even more confused. "Then you know that the young leaves of sweet potatoes can be used for cooking." The farmer shook his head again, so Zheng Kezhang looked back at Liu Chongxi. "It seems that our Dongning people don't know the treasure in Baoshan." Liu Chongxi didn't know what medicine was sold in Zheng Kezang's gourd, so he could only smile and listen to Zheng Kezang's question again. "How many pigs and chickens do you have at home? Can there be ploughing cattle? ”

Hearing this obvious Shangguan tone, the farmer became more and more respectful: "There is only one pig at home, and it is ready to be used to eat meat during the New Year, there are more than 20 chickens, and more than a dozen ducks are raised. ”

"Without cows, big brother will have to work hard." Zheng Kezang frowned, the lack of cattle is a big problem in Taiwan's agriculture, but because of Lei Qiong's reversal, Zheng Kezang has no way to solve it immediately. "But the pigs still have to raise two more mouthfuls, whether it is to eat meat by themselves or sell cloth and change salt." The peasants wanted to speak and stopped, but Zheng Kezhang could see it. "Are you worried that there won't be enough pigweed?" The farmer nodded. "Yu sue sù you, the young leaves of this sweet potato can be cooked, and the rest of the leaves can be eaten by pigs, and pigs can grow quickly after eating."

The peasant made a submissive appearance but obviously didn't believe Zheng Kezang's words, which is also the fact that he had long regarded Zheng Kezang as a noble son who was not diligent, how could he believe that Zheng Kezhang could understand agricultural affairs.

Liu Chongxi obviously saw this, in order to pat Zheng Kezang's ass, no, it should be said that it was to maintain Zheng Kezang's dignity, Liu Chongxi immediately glared at him: "Bold, how can the grandson deceive you with a cloth cloth!" ”

As soon as he heard the word "grandson" popping out of Liu Chongxi's mouth, this farmer was suddenly startled, there are a few people in Taiwan who can be called the grandson, no, just Zheng Kezang, knowing that he had collided with the nobleman's farmer immediately bowed to the ground, Zheng Kezhang glanced at the troubled Liu Chongxi, and helped the farmer with his own hands: "Don't be formal, if it weren't for your hard work, how could my father sleep peacefully in the mainland, as for what Yu said, if you don't believe it, you can try it when you go back." ”

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