Huang Chongzhen has a very good patience, as long as these military households who are determined to protect the last piece of Liao people's homeland want to learn, they will know everything, say everything, and even talk about the same problem many times, they will not hesitate.

Until these middle-aged and even young people have grown old and can't read a basket of big words, they have completely understood and mastered them in their own ways and methods.

However, his temper is notoriously irritable, and if they dare to show even the slightest doubt and cunning on their vicissitudes of life, they will be scolded to the point of even greater vicissitudes, and even to the point of being even older.

After a period of time, the name of the little demon king of Chongzhen, like the Guanning defense line, extended from Ningyuan to Jinzhou, and also spread from the army to the people.

The sweet potato seeds brought from Gujiazhuang are not small, especially Chongzhen, who is almost not willing to eat them, and they are also stored very well, and there is not a single rotten one.

But even so, spread out on the entire Guanning defense line, it seems to be stretched.

As it turned out, his son as a farmer was not only honored, but also able to master a lot of survival skills.

With the seedling raising technology of the true son of the real farmer, just one sweet potato seed can cultivate a lot of tender and green vine seedlings.

Finally, inside and outside the city of Jinzhou, all the soil that cannot be planted with traditional crops, and it is so empty and too pity, are planted with green sweet potato vine seedlings.

In particular, the small black mountain, which is located about thirty or fifty miles northeast of Jinzhou, was abandoned because of the special soil quality, the yield of both wheat and millet was very low, and because of the steep mountain, it was very difficult to plant and harvest.

Chongzhen saw such a large piece of hillside land empty, and he was really sorry for the generosity of the black soil to the people of Liaodong.

Therefore, the Tuntian military households were mobilized, and it took a lot of effort to reclaim the entire sunny hillside into terraced fields one after another.

As for the irrigation canals that the big guys questioned, due to the influence of the tidal climate of the ocean, just the rainwater that God gave them was enough to support the drought-tolerant sweet potatoes and grow into bunches of ginseng fruits.

When Zu Dashou was like a Siberian tiger that only patrolled the territory, under the guidance of Chongzhen, a dog-legged man, he couldn't stop laughing when he saw the green sweet potato vines all over the mountains.

His foaming mouth never stopped muttering, "This is great, this is wonderful." This summer, even autumn, and even winter, I don't have to worry about eating green vegetables. ”

I remembered that in later life, some kind of delicious and lazy animal slept in the circle, waiting for the owner to put the food cooked from sweet potato vines mixed with leftovers into the box.

Then he quickly got up and arched up, and the scene of eating extremely energetically with "let's da, da, da", Chongzhen felt that it was really in line with Zu Dashou's temperament of "tall and burly, rude eating".

Even though he couldn't bear it, Chongzhen couldn't help but whisper to the popular science: "General, according to the eldest brother and sister-in-law of Gujiazhuang, when these vine seedlings are just drawn out and still tender, people can indeed eat them, but once they grow up and become elders, they will be a little rough and piercing. ”

"When people are very hungry, not to mention the rough vine seedlings, even the rough bark can be gnawed." Zu Dashou glared at Chongzhen fiercely, as if he was blaming him for forgetting the hard days he had had.

Xuan crossed his waist with one hand, built a pergola with the other, looked at the terraced vines, and muttered, "What can I do then?" There are a lot of pure natural and pollution-free green vegetables, and it would be a pity if people don't eat them.

No matter how much a person eats, he can't eat so much. ”

"General, actually...... You can also feed pigs, they are not picky eaters. "It's really cruel to remind.

But he didn't want Zu Dashou to be angry, but he was ecstatic, waved his huge iron fist heavily, and said: "Good way, there are so many pigs raised in the city, and they are worried that there is not enough food." ”

As he spoke, he patted Chongzhen on the shoulder with a force he had never had before, to show his appreciation.

Chongzhen grinned bitterly, I don't know if Zu Dashou's words also meant to use the discipline of the prison army.

Anyway, although that guy is a prisoner, he is very self-aware, knowing that he doesn't know anything about military formations, and he is indecisive when he fights, and he is even more afraid of daring to kill the deputy chief soldier and being tough with the slave chief Yuan Chonghuan.

So, even in the name of inspecting Jinzhou, he got out of Yuan Chonghuan's clutches, he never pointed fingers, he ate and slept every day, slept and ate, the only difference is that there is no circle to stop him.

And when he has nothing to do, he will also bring thirty or fifty followers from the Beijing Division, take a walk inside and outside the city under the sunset with his hands behind his back, and pull the newly planted sweet potato vine seedlings with his feet.

Chongzhen has been taught by his adoptive father to be self-reliant since he was a child, and he hates this kind of lazy behavior of rich and noble people who come to their hands and eat to open their mouths.

Why is it that the child of the same poor family is pregnant with the wealth and nobility of a prince and noble?

So, Chongzhen thought of a way, and let the father-in-law of the superintendent of the army sent by the emperor Tuowei Gonggong, as well as the dozens of servants under him, all join in the arduous and fulfilling labor life.

Not to mention, this group of people from the same poor background are not only willing, but also happy.

As for what kind of rut and how it is skillfully used, it is not enough for outsiders.

Anyway, Huang Chongzhen, a Chinese special combat team member from later generations, has a way of transforming the princes and nobles of the old society into ordinary people.

In this process, labor reform is only one of the insignificant means, and the overwhelming ideological transformation is the only way to save these people from the evil old society.

Even the one who once regarded the emperor's throne as private property has been transformed into a model of willing to buy tickets to revisit, just a eunuch and dozens of servants, isn't it a piece of cake?

Not to mention, Ji Yong's father-in-law, as a eunuch in the prison army, still has some talent.

Although he didn't chant a good poem, he drew well.

The attainments of landscape painting are almost catching up with the sketching skills of Chongzhen.

With just a few brushstrokes, the growth of sweet potato vines on the Black Mountain was vividly depicted.

"What a picture of mountains and rivers and sweet potato vines."

Even when the rough General Zu saw it, he had to give a thumbs up and praise from the bottom of his heart, after all, this old eunuch gave him enough face, and he finally seized the opportunity, so he naturally had to pay a good tribute.

Ji Yong was obviously very useful, and he also said in public that he would put his posture very low and low, and he also depicted the situation of the survival of sweet potato fruits in the soil.

And it's still a set!

From the very beginning of the seedlings, to the pruning of the seedlings and planting them in the soil, and then to their production little by little, under the moisture of sunshine and rain, there will be very obvious growth changes in almost a week.

This kind of change, I also suffered when I was a child, and when I grew up a little, I entered the palace for further study, and then grew all the way to become the Ji Yongji father-in-law who was released to the prison army, and I was so happy that I reminisced about the interesting childhood.

He plunged into the research, planting, and merit-based research of sweet potatoes, and couldn't extricate himself.

No matter how Zu Dashou pretended to say that he was overkill, he enjoyed it.

Most importantly, his function for new crops was not limited to the area around Guanning and Liaoxi, but directly extended to the Gyeonggi region, strictly speaking, to the Imperial Palace.

The vivid "Mountains and Rivers Sweet Potato Vine Map", and it is an atlas, even the apocalypse, who is only keen on carpentry, was amazed, and then asked Wei Zhongxian with great interest.

Wei Zhongxian is used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and he only likes to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, and the more extravagant the better.

Therefore, before this, he had always been dismissive of these local goods that Xu Guangqi had proposed.

However, now, the emperor he served was interested, so he had no choice but to temporarily cram and forcibly tutor.

In his in-depth explanation, the apocalypse, which temporarily stopped the compulsory course of carpentry, listened to it with relish, and also issued an order to praise the Jiyong in Jinzhou, and ordered that this role should also be tried in the Gyeonggi area.

As for the person in charge, of course, it must be Xu Guangqi.

Ji Yong got the emperor's will to praise, and immediately became full of energy, and in just two months, he has completely restored his true character as a peasant son when he was a child, and found for the first time that dealing with the land is also so interesting.

Finally, for the first time in his life, he had a trace of regret for entering the palace for further study.

However, the past is gone, and Ji uses the name of Ji Gonggong and never does useless work.

Only regretted and grieved for a moment, and then he was more enthusiastic and devoted himself to the observation and research of new crops.

In this way, he rose strongly as a rising star of new crops, and restarted Xu Guangqi, a high-ranking official who first came into contact with Western civilization in the Ming Dynasty, and his enthusiasm for observation and research, promotion and attention to new crops.

Such an effect, such an awakening, such an unintentional willow insertion, not to mention that Chongzhen did not expect it at all, even Zu Dashou was in awe, and he was full of praise for the noble personality of Ji Yong's father-in-law.

On the way back to Jinzhou from Montenegro, Zu Dashou finally got rid of the regret that the tangled sweet potato vines were not suitable for human consumption, and turned his head to look at Chongzhendao, who was half a horse behind him: "The things that are dug out of the ground are really edible?" ”

He has answered this question countless times, and not only gave an affirmative answer again, but also patiently explained: "The earth is thick, and the fruit that grows from the soil is bound to be more abundant." ”

"It's like the ginseng fruit that Zhu Bajie ate in Journey to the West?" Zu Dashou was stunned for a moment.

Chongzhen said: "The ginseng fruit grows on the tree, and only the legendary gods can eat it. However, the ginseng that you generously donated and saved the lives of hundreds of veterans is similar to it. Your nephew made a joke about it. ”

"What's the joke? What's the trouble? Zu Dashou, who was five big and three thick, coughed lightly, and waved his hand casually at Chongzhen's clever horse-beating behavior, but he was also a gossip person.