Of course, Zhu Youzhen doesn't care about this.

But he soon noticed that the heavy cotton coat was very warm.

And it is easy to wear, too.

With a warm hat on his head, in this icy and snowy Liaodong, he finally won't freeze.

Today, Zhu Youzhen got up exceptionally early.

for the rye is ripe.

But...... A few days ago, there was crazy goose feather snow, and the weather was suddenly cold, on the one hand, this time is not suitable for harvesting.

On the other hand, everyone also wants to see if this rye can withstand the current weather.

At this time, Liaodong has become a white world.

Especially at night, the temperature can plummet so much that people go out to relieve themselves, which may freeze the tools of small solutions.

In Zhu Youjian's room, there is a special coal stove.

No way, charcoal is a luxury in this place.

At first, he burned charcoal, but he saw that other farmers all used coal stoves, and after renovating the coal stoves, he didn't worry that the smoke of the coal stove would suffocate the people inside, and in the end, Zhu Youzhen didn't want to be any different from others.

He wrapped himself in his coat.

Wang Chengen, who was sleeping with his coat on the side, heard the movement, hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and said, "Your Highness, why are you up?" Outside the sky...... It's still dark. ”

"It's not too early." Zhu Youzhen lifted his spirits and lowered his head to put on his boots.

Wearing boots, if it was Zhu Youzhen in the past, he would never wear them by himself.

In the past, he was accustomed to being served.

Here, though, he slowly began to master the art of putting on boots, and he became very comfortable and proficient.

At this time, he was very anxious.

Last night the snow was very heavy, and the north wind was howling, and I don't know what the situation was, if the rye could not bear it...... All the crops in the field will be ruined.

It's the season of the autumn harvest.

But there is no autumn harvest in Liaodong at all.

Here, they have cultivated not only rye fields, but also other wheat fields, as well as rice fields, and even sweet potatoes.

Keyi Zhouwei is closer to the far north, which is another tuyere, the climate is even harsher, and most of the crops can't even raise seedlings.

Even those who planted the seedlings died halfway through.

For more than a year, for Zhu Youzhen, rye is all his hope.

Every day, he was afraid that overnight, the rye would be crushed by frost and snow.

Wang Chengen didn't persuade much, he knew this His Highness.

This highness has many faults, such as his stubbornness, for example, he always has some fantasies.

But there are also many good sides, that is, he doesn't care that he is a nobleman, when he returned to Germany, he really wore old clothes, really asked his wife Zhou to sew clothes for himself, really tried to be thrifty, eat less food, he would rather spoil himself, but also hope to move towards the hope he identified.

Now...... That dream is shattered.

Zhang Jingyi gave him a new hope, he no longer wanted to be a saint, but hoped that he could do one thing at the moment like Shennong.

In order to achieve this goal, he squatted in the place where the birds did not poop for more than a year, never complained, dealt with manure and crops every day, and sometimes learned from the farmer, squatting on the ridge of the field to talk, and when he went to the field to take care of the crops, he was also the same as everyone else, only carrying a pot of hot water, covering his body, and then bringing a few steamed cakes, when he wanted to eat, the steamed cakes were frozen, and his teeth could not be opened, and at that time, the water in his body was taken out, and at this time the water was still warm, so he took a sip of warm water, and then slowly took a bite of the steamed cakes. Slowly melt in your mouth and swallow it again.

Wang Chengen cares about those crops very much, not that he really cares about those black things.

But he knew very well that His Highness was serious again, and believed in the people he believed in, if he found that this road was not going to work this time, according to His Highness's tendon temperament, he was afraid that the whole person would collapse.

What others think of His Royal Highness has nothing to do with Wang Chengen.

Maybe Zhang Jingyi saw him as a tool.

Perhaps His Majesty also faintly felt that this brother had ulterior motives, so he was courteous on the surface and distant on the inside.

The scholars who may have supported him at the beginning now regard His Highness as a traitor.

But Wang Chengen only had one thought, he really couldn't bear to let His Highness's hard work be wasted any longer.

On this side, Zhu Youzhen took a deep breath.

He was a little nervous.

"It was a strong north wind last night, right?"

"yes, it sounded like the roof was going to be torn off."

"How many feet of snow is up there?"

Wang Chengen said uncertainly: "This ...... The slave maid went to see. ”

"Well, let's go straight to the fields." Zhu Youzhen said: "It's better to see than to hear, it's really bad here, the Mid-Autumn Festival has not arrived, and it's much colder than the capital." ”

Wang Chengen said: "Your Highness, in fact, in other places in Liaodong, the weather is not so bad, but Your Highness has to choose a place with the worst climate......

Zhu Youzhen smiled: "What do you know, the worse the place, the more you need to try planting, you have to understand the habits of this rye." If you can plant and harvest here, then there is no place in Liaodong that cannot be planted. ”

"Your Highness really believes in ......"

Zhu Youzhen said: "I didn't believe it when I came, but I believed Zhang Jingyi." ”

After that, he cheered up: "Okay, let's go." ”

There were horses in the stables outside, and a few guards lived next door, and when they saw that the lights were on here for His Highness, they hurriedly got up and wrapped themselves in heavy coats.

This coat was given to Zhu Youzhen by the Emperor of the Apocalypse, Zhu Youzhen felt warm, so he asked people to go to Jinzhou City to purchase, I heard that this kind of clothing is now very popular in Liaodong.

The crowd mounted their horses, and their hooves dug into the two-inch thick snow.

Zhu Youzhen sighed with white breath in his mouth, this was almost the coldest day he came to Liaodong.

Ride to the test field.

Far away, many peasants had already arrived.

One of them howled, "Your Highness...... Your Highness ......"

As soon as Zhu Youzhen heard the cry, he immediately looked up at the old farmer, and in an instant, he felt that his heart was a little paralyzed.

It's a feeling of suffocation,

Could it be ...... Wheat...... Frozen to death......

In his mind, these wheat seeds were like his children.

It is the crystallization of him and Zhang Jingyi.

Zhu Youzhen only felt that his head sank, these days were extremely hard, and his daily sleep was also insufficient, and his body was already a little bad.

At this time, in a hurry, he almost fell off the horse.

I saw that the man stumbled on the snow, walked in front of Zhu Youzhen with a little difficulty, and continued to swallow: "Your Highness...... Your Highness...... Wheat...... Still alive, still alive, not dead, overnight, it seems that there is still growth, it is already mature. ”

"What......" Zhu Youzhen dismounted, stepped on the snow, grabbed him in shock, and exclaimed: "What did you say?" ”

"Ripe ......"

Zhu Youzhen didn't say anything more, he continued to stumble to the ground, falling into the snow several times, but only ran towards the test field.

At last, when he reached the ridge, he fell down with exhaustion, but his eyes were glancing at the wheat in the ridge.

The branches and leaves of the wheat seemed to have condensed frost, and the ears of wheat seemed to be covered with snow.

But this ear of wheat is still stubbornly supported, like a soldier in a sentry, indomitable.

Zhu Youzhen took a deep breath, stepped forward to observe one or two, then took an ear, peeled one, and then carefully peeled the wheat husk before putting it in his mouth and chewing.

Then he stood up and said, "Harvest, harvest today, harvest this acre first!" ”

"Yes."

The peasants cheered up and went to fetch their sickles.

Then a man went down to the ground and cut off the ears of wheat.

The black ears of wheat were piled up high in an instant.

After harvesting, it is not possible to thresh in a hurry, and it needs to be dried for a while, and then the ears and grains have completely lost their moisture, and then they can be easily threshed.

However, Zhu Youzhen didn't care about this at this time, but asked people to thresh first, and packed the wheat grains in baskets one by one.

After that, let people step up the shelling.

This is Xinmai, the present...... Then I asked someone to grind it into powder and see how it tasted.

After a busy day, he was already sweating like rain.

After a while, someone hurriedly came and said, "Your Highness, this acre of land, when converted, can collect two hundred and seventy catties." ”

Two hundred and seventy pounds......

In the vicinity of the capital, the average wheat can harvest 300 catties.

That's quite a harvest.

And here...... It can actually collect two hundred and seventy pounds...... But this place ...... It's so bad......

If it is sent to other more fertile places in eastern Liaodong to cultivate...... Wouldn't that be more?

This Liaodong ...... It can also be ...... with Hebei and Henan. Planting wheat like this?

Zhu Youzhen couldn't help but look at the vast land in front of him, which was already covered by countless heavy snow.

He became excited, then took a deep breath, and then said, "I want to try the taste, hurry up...... Hurry up and dry, don't wait until it's dry, after drying, make the dough, lonely ...... Lonely want to give it a try...... Can you eat it or not. ”

Oh, yes...... Although it looks like normal wheat, it grows darker after all.

Black doesn't look good.

But whether you can eat it or not is the most important question.

Here, someone has already started to do it.

By noon, it was finally ...... A black steamed cake was sent to Zhu Youzhen.

Zhu Youzhen couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Everyone else eats white noodles, but Gu is the first person to eat black noodles." ”

Of course, white noodles are not really snow-white, in fact, they are yellowish, but the saying of white noodles is for other grains at the moment, in the minds of ordinary people, white noodles are the king of food, and they are the most high-end existence in the chain of contempt.

And right now, look at the black face of this black Bloun...... Zhu Youzhen did not hesitate, and took a bite while it was hot.

Palate...... It seems to be a little different from white noodles.

But...... It really tastes like wheat.

It's fine grain......

This moment...... Zhu Youzhen suddenly burst into tears, and couldn't help but say, "The ancestors and the ancestors are immortals." ”

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