"Six stones and seventy-three pounds."

"Seven stones and twenty-five pounds."

As the yield per mu of medium and high-grade fields was reported one by one, Wu Shangshu was excited. Especially when the yield per mu of the high-quality field came out, he held a handful of rice, couldn't suppress his emotions, knelt down in the field, and burst into tears.

He spent more than 20 years in the Ministry of Industry, and his mind was on how to increase grain production. Especially in the year of disaster and famine, when the officials of the household department had no food to put and were under the double pressure of the emperor and the miserable scene of the people, and turned to put pressure on the Ministry of Industry, his deep sense of powerlessness was not felt by other officials.

Seven stones, what is this concept? In the past, the yield per mu of the Great Song Dynasty was only two stones, which has increased three or four times, and this is only the yield of one season of rice!

Du Jinning confirmed last year that two crops of rice can be planted in the south of the Yangtze River in one year. One acre of land, seven stones in one season, and the yield of two seasons is fourteen stones, which is seven times that of two stones per mu in the past.

Septuple!

Seven times as much!

It is Wu Shangshu's dream to double grain production. But now, Du Jinning told him with facts that grain output can increase sevenfold.

Since then, the Great Song Dynasty has never starved again, and the people are not afraid of disasters and famines. It is no longer a dream for them to have enough food and clothing, and to have enough to eat. There is no hunger in the world, this is no longer the beautiful scenery depicted by the literati, but has become a reality.

Wu Shangshu put down the rice, got up and walked in front of Du Jinning, and made a deep sigh. He wanted to say something thankful, but the tears were still flowing, and everything was choked in his throat, leaving him speechless.

"Hey, Lord Wu, what are you doing here? Don't do that. Du Jinning helped him up.

Gonggong Jin wiped a handful of tears with his sleeves, and said in a dumb voice: "Master Du...... The merit is immeasurable! ”

Thinking that year, he was in his hometown in a disaster year, unable to live, his parents starved to death, he relied on the bite of food that his parents saved him, supported to escape to the capital, but because he was too young to make a living, he had no choice but to enter the palace as a eunuch.

If Du Jinning had been born twenty or thirty years earlier and had researched such a high-yield rice seed, would he still be a rootless person? It is possible for him to marry a wife and have children in his hometown, support his parents, and live a happy life.

"Let's go back to Beijing and ask the emperor for the credit of Lord Du." He spoke in a deep, nasal voice.

"Wu too." Wu Shangshu sniffed, "Wu will do his best to ask for credit for Lord Du." ”

Guan Jiatian and Tao Huahui stood aside, watching this scene, with tears in their eyes, and there was no trace of jealousy for Gonggong Jin and Wu Shangshu's words to ask for credit for Du Jinning.

They all started from the most basic officials such as the county magistrate, and they knew the people's sufferings best. Watching those people struggling on the line of life and death, eating the last meal and not the next meal, as parents and officials, they empathize.

Therefore, the excitement of Wu Shangshu and Jin Gonggong, they can understand it best; No matter how much praise Du Jinning gets, they don't think it's too much.

This move is immeasurable!

Just in case, regardless of the hot weather, the group randomly inspected a few more fields, and the yield per mu was almost the same.

At this time, it was already noon, Wu Shangshu hurriedly wrote a note, asked Guan Jiatian for a customs clearance official inspection, and handed it to the officials who accompanied him: "Send someone to hurry up and send the good news to Beijing." ”

He felt that the successful development of new high-yield rice varieties was no less than a big victory, and even more significant than a big victory. After all, victory is only temporary, and the increase in grain production is something that will benefit all generations, and it can enhance the comprehensive strength of the entire Great Song Dynasty, which is of extraordinary significance. It was a dereliction of duty on his part as a secretary of the Ministry of Industry to report the good news to the emperor without having to pass on the good news.

Seeing this, Du Jinning stepped aside and called Song Zhuangtou to order: "Stop harvesting." When to harvest the rice again, listen to my commands. ”

"But this day wait......s for no one," Song Zhuangtou hesitated.

Double cropping rice is the time to grab the sky. If the agricultural season is delayed, the power will affect the yield of late rice.

Du Jinning shook his head: "Tomorrow, the emperor may send officials down, they will only believe what they see with their eyes." If it affects the cultivation of late rice, I will compensate you for all your losses. ”

Song Zhuangtou hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't say that, the owner is wrong, I was wrong just now." In fact, even if there is only this season's harvest, it will be enough for our previous seasons, and it doesn't matter if we can't plant late rice. Don't say anything about compensation. ”

What he said just now was just a knee-jerk reaction. After all, for an old farmer, delaying nothing can delay the agricultural time. He didn't think much about it at all.

……

Wu Yun is the head of the post station, and he usually receives officials and family members who take office or return to their hometowns to visit relatives.

On this day, he was sitting in the house drinking tea when he heard a shout: "Good news, Runzhou grain yields seven stones per mu." ”

"Good news?"

As soon as he heard these two words, Wu Yun didn't dare to slack off, threw down the teacup and ran out, and saw a strong man running in on a horse, and the guard of the door stood there with two hands at a loss.

Wu Yun ran to the strong man, and was about to speak, when he saw the other party hand over a public test. He opened it and saw that it was covered with the big seal of the Runzhou Prefecture Governor, and after confirming that it was correct, he immediately ordered the messenger: "Go and bring the black horse over." ”

Waiting for the black horse to come, the strong man didn't say a word, just turned over on the horse and ran outside.

The messenger opened his mouth wide, looked at the back of the strong man, and asked Wu Yundao: "This, this ......" The man rode away, but it was the strongest horse in the post station.

"That's good news!" Wu Yundao.

In recent years, there have been few wars at the border passes, and even if there are wars, the delivery of military information does not necessarily pass through here, and their post station has not been passed by anyone who has reported good news for many years. However, as the head of the post station, Wu Yun still knows how to deal with good news when it passes.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he asked, "What did he shout just now?" Runzhou grain yield seven stones per mu? ”

The officer nodded.

"Isn't there a war?" Wu Yun scratched his head, and said as he walked into the house, "Fake, right?" How is it possible to produce seven stones per mu? ”

If it is possible to say three stones or four stones, seven stones ...... He shook his head.

However, thinking that the governor of Runzhou was not in the water in his head, it was impossible to lie about this kind of thing, and he doubted the letter again.

In ancient times, one was affected by road conditions, and the other was limited by riding tools.

Horses are not modern cars, as long as they have gas, they can run all the time. Horses are just as tired as people, and they have to rest after running for a while. The horse-changing service at the post station saves time for the news, and as long as the rider can withstand it, he can run all the way to his destination.

When the strong man arrived in the capital, the gate of the capital was closed not long ago.

"Good news." He screamed and banged the gates.

The officers and soldiers guarding the city were not as inexperienced as Wu Yun and them, and when they heard this shout, they hurriedly opened a crack in the city gate, and after receiving the public inspection, they opened the city gate and let the strong man in.

The strong man entered the city and went straight to the palace.

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