Lake Biwa is a treasure trove of feng shui.

It is located in the northeast corner of the imperial city.

At the present time, the sweet potato fields on the soft sandy soil between Lake Biwa and Lake Mae are covered with purple-red branches and leaves that are gradually turning green and yellow.

The people around Shenlie Mountain, who were hired by the Shanglin Yuan Supervisor, were already waiting by the sweet potato field with a nail rake and bamboo baskets at this time.

The nail rake is a four-tooth shape, the nail rake rod is inserted into the top of the middle two teeth, and the two teeth on the outer edge are wrapped around the middle two teeth.

Typical farm tools in the Gangnam area.

Zhu Yuanzhang pulled Yuan Sutai, the supervisor of Shanglin Yuan, and the two of them talked and laughed along the way to the sweet potato field.

Seeing that the emperor was coming, the peasants waiting here were already kneeling on the ground in panic, shouting the auspicious words of long live your majesty.

Zhu Yuanzhang beckoned with a smile: "Get up, we're here to work with you today." This sweet potato has been served very well by you, today is the day of the harvest, and we have been digging in the fields for the first twenty years, and today is to see how the harvest goes."

As he spoke, Zhu Yuanzhang took a nail rake from the hands of the people next to him.

After putting the nail rake in his hand and bumping it twice to try to feel it, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled: "How many years have I not done farm work, and I feel that my hands are raw when I get started."

Several old peasants huddled around, squeezing smiles on their faces: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven who governs the world, how can you do these tasks for us."

Yuan Sutai was heartily happy on the side, the emperor was able to attach importance to Nongsang, which was a great thing for him and Shanglin Yuanjian.

Now the emperor not only attaches great importance to agriculture, but also pays special attention to the cultivation of sweet potatoes, so this is the second time that he has come in person. As the supervisor of Lin Yuan, he will stay in the mud all day long, and there will be no complaints.

Yuan Sutai also took a nail rake: "Your Majesty, yesterday the minister took someone to pick up a pit of sweet potatoes, and the growth is very good, even more gratifying than the sweet potatoes brought by the grandson a few months ago."

Zhu Yuanzhang kicked the sweet potato ridge under his feet, and the sand outside collapsed, revealing the black and fertile soil inside.

A smile appeared on the emperor's face: "You have done a very good job, but as an official, you are bound to do it yourself, and the sweet potatoes are taken care of by you wholeheartedly, and the yield will definitely not be bad, and Shanglin Yuan has made a meritorious contribution this time."

When Zhu Yuanzhang said this, Zhai Shan and the others had already rushed over.

As soon as they heard that the emperor had not yet shaved out the sweet potatoes, he began to discuss the merits of Shanglin Yuan, and everyone couldn't help but sigh with emotion in their hearts.

Zhai Shan looked left and right, but immediately stepped forward, with a smile on his face: "Eunuch Yuan is in charge of the Shanglin Yuan Prison for many years, and the ministers often hear that the supervisor is going home with a body of dust. The wife of the family will complain about this, but she will always complain, saying that Yuan Jian is also a third-grade official of the Ming Dynasty, and it is better when he was studying and farming in his hometown."

The official secretary opened his mouth, and the officials around him echoed in unison.

These words seemed to be fighting for Yuan Sutai, and they were a little ridiculous. But he really praised Yuan Sutai's merits, and did things that everyone carried in a sedan chair.

Really.

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he glared at Zhai Shan, and then looked at Yuan Sutai, whose hands were full of calluses and his cheeks were dark and wrinkled, with a smile: "You are a sincere person, do things for the Ming Dynasty, we will not forget your credit." Go back and let the palace agree that giving your wife a decree can be regarded as our gratitude for her understanding, and don't scold our minister anymore."

Zhai Shan and the others immediately showed a kind and sympathetic laugh.

Yuan Sutai was a little caught off guard, his dark old face showed a touch of redness, and he bowed his head and arched his hand: "The minister's work is small, the cheap woman is a Taoist family, there is no talent and no virtue, how do you know that the court is a society, and the minister will be good to preach when he goes home today."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Sutai looked up at Zhai Shan unnaturally.

Zhai Shan smiled and stood up: "Your Majesty, the credit of Yuan Jianzheng is remembered by the officials. Today, Your Majesty will take his ministers and others to dig in this sweet potato field, and if you don't do it again, I'm afraid it will be delayed for a long time."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at these courtiers and smiled: "Let's work,

One person leads a sweet potato ridge, and if you can't finish it, you won't have to leave today."

As soon as the emperor spoke, the officials who came today echoed him.

Regardless of whether you can really hold the nail rake, the length of the sweet potato field ridge is not less than 100 meters, and you will not waste your hands, at this time, everyone is going to find those people on the side to nail the rake, a sharpening knife Huo Huo to sweet potatoes.

Yu Xin, a scholar of Wenhuadian University and a scholar of the Ministry of Households, and Wang Jun, a scholar of the Ministry of Industry, walked side by side, looking at the emperor who was already happily commanding Zhai Shan and others to distribute sweet potato ridges.

Wang Jun said in a low voice: "Brother Dunben, you are the official of the household department, and you are in charge of the taxation of acres of land in the world, how much do you say this sweet potato can be harvested today?"

Yu Xin took the nail rake that was courteously handed over by a common person in front of him, measured the weight in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you see what Yuan Sutai looks like today? But he said that he just opened a sweet potato pit yesterday, which must be not bad, and it must be the same as what Taisun said at the beginning......

Sweet potatoes are probably really a high-yielding crop.

Yu Xin's heart is a little entangled and wandering, high yield means that if it can be spread out in Daming, the people will naturally be able to eat more in the future.

But......

In this world, in the end, it is composed of one person.

Yu Xin's heart gave birth to some worries and irritability for no reason.

Wang Jun opened his mouth, a little unconvinced: "Can you really produce twenty stones per mu? In this way, the people only need to consume one or two acres of land to eat a full stomach for a year......

After thinking about it, Wang Jun immediately shook his head again.

If this is the case, he should go to the book and do a few projects in the Ming Dynasty like the Grand Canal dug by Emperor Yang of Sui.

After finishing the matter, Wang Jun silently looked at Yu Xin, who had already begun to walk into the sweet potato field.

Even if you don't have a yield of 20 stones per mu, as long as you can have 7 or 8 stones, you can ask for more money and grain from the household department in two years.

Zhang Ergong and those people won the official position with miraculous achievements, and the Ministry of Industry has lost all face in the past two years.

I am the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, and it is my duty to find this field for the Ministry of Industry.

What's more, I am still a person who has read the books of sages all my life.

When Zhu Yunxi accompanied the prince's father to the sweet potato field, he saw that the old man had already taken a group of ministers and officials of the Ming Dynasty, holding a nail rake in his hand.

Just at a glance, you can see how many of these people are people who are not diligent, and how many people are from poor backgrounds, and they still have to work in the fields to feed their families in their early years.

The old man's movements were a little stiff, but he adapted to the farm work at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood on the side of the ridge, held the nail rake with both hands in front and back, lifted it to the air, and could not go up any further, that is, it was useless, and then fell naturally by gravity. The four-tooth nail rake pierced deep into the bottom of the other side of the ridge, and then pushed forward with both hands on the nail rake, and the sweet potato ridge that had been cut off by Sun Gou'er bulged up.

Shake it up with all your might, and the sand will loosen.

Zhu Yunxi turned his head to his father and said, "Father, my son went to help grandpa, and your legs and feet are inconvenient, so you can rest here for a while."

Zhu Biao put his hands in his sleeves, looked at such a spectacular picture of the monarchs and ministers and hundreds of officials farming in front of him, his face was full of smiles, nodded and walked aside.

Zhu Yunxi arranged his father, rolled up his sleeves, and went to the old man.

Without waiting for the old man to bend down and dig out the sweet potatoes mixed in the sand, Zhu Yunxi had already squatted down with one leg, grabbed the exposed sweet potato vines with both hands, and lifted them up.

His hands went up, and then he landed a few inches heavily.

Then Zhu Yunxi held his hands and kept shaking, and a long string of sweet potatoes appeared in front of Zhu Yunxi's eyes.

"Huh! That's a lot!"

Zhu Yuanzhang held the nail rake in one hand, raised one arm to wipe the sweat off his face, and smiled ruddyly.

Zhu Yunxi weighed it twice and raised his head: "No less than ten catties."

After saying that, Zhu Yunxi reached out and broke off the sweet potatoes from the taproot and threw them into the basket on the side.

After throwing a pit of sweet potatoes into it, Zhu Yunxi stretched out his palm, opened his five fingers forcefully, but felt that there was considerable resistance to sticking to Huhu, and when he opened his hand, he saw that the palm of his hand was already a piece of dirt that had turned from white to black.

"Grandpa, why don't you dig sweet potatoes with your grandson?"

Zhu Yuanzhang spat into the palm of his hand and snorted: "We are not old enough to lift the nail rake, let's dig for a while, you kid can pick up sweet potatoes."

After finishing speaking, he didn't give Zhu Yunxi a chance to continue persuading, moved under his feet, and began to wield the nail rake again.

Zhu Yunxi was a little helpless, and he didn't stand up, stretched out his hand and dragged the basket to follow the footsteps of the old man, taking the opportunity to look around.

At this time, the officials in the entire sweet potato field let out bursts of exclamations from time to time.

Originally, everyone knew that this sweet potato was probably a high-yielding sweet potato, and with the last time I saw the ripe sweet potatoes in Shanglin Yuanjian, no one would think that these sweet potatoes were planted at a loss.

But today, when they personally wielded a nail rake and dug out the sweet potatoes from the ground, they were surprised and shocked.

The sweet potato that was personally carried in his hand, the heavy feeling cannot be faked.

Ren Hengtai shook his head dangerously, and only then did he dodge the nail rake that Ru Yu waved and smashed down, and then stared at the military department Shangshu who was still sweating with resentment: "You are a killer, you have never killed people in battle, so you want to kill the old man and open meat!"

Ru Yu ignored the old man, drank it, and after doing it skillfully, he just picked up the whole bunch of sweet potatoes buried in the ground.

"Don't talk nonsense, pick it up quickly."

"Let's dig more, and the soldiers on the front line won't have to worry about food and grass in the future!"

Ren Hengtai hummed and moved his buttocks, and no matter how much, he directly threw the sweet potatoes dug up by Ru Yu into the basket.

Then he looked at Zhai Shan, who was digging sweet potatoes with people not far away.

Ren Hengtai moved his mouth: "Have you seen today's scene clearly? Our new official is not a good man."

Ru Yu dug sweet potatoes and glanced at Ren Hengtai with a hummer: "Do you think he only knows how to write books?"

Bang.

Ru Yu dug out the sweet potato in front of him, and then threw the nail rake in his hand to Ren Hengtai: "You dig it."

Ren Hengtai clapped his hands and stood up, twisted his waist twice, and said in a low voice: "It's that the household department and the ministry of work got together, which we didn't expect."

Ru Yu pushed the chattering Ren Hengtai, his waist sank, lifted the basket, and fell in front with a bang: "Aren't you old goods with us?"

Ren Hengtai pouted: "The old man is an official of the Ministry of Rites, and you are also an official of the Officers and Soldiers Department who deals with the Governor's Mansion all day long. This sweet potato is a yield of 100 stones, and it has nothing to do with the two of us."

Ru Yu frowned: "You still can't dig it?" Don't dig aside."

After scolding, Ru Yu lowered her head and cleaned up the sweet potatoes that Ren Hengtai threw into the basket without treatment, while muttering in a low voice: "If you have the ability, control those juniors in your family, don't ask about the affairs of the court if you have nothing to do, and don't worry about where the sweet potatoes will be planted next year."

Ren Hengtai was stunned for a moment, stopped ridiculing, silently grabbed the nail rake, lifted it, and straightened his waist.

"Hey, you're ......"

"Old Man's Waist ......"

……

"This official takes a month's salary, and the yield per mu is higher than ten stones!"

「？ Why don't you go to the hospital to have a look?"

"This idea was fought in Taichang Temple, and I can hear it in the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

"Who doesn't know it's higher than ten stones? Now it's time to find out how many stones there are!"

"You, you...... You guys...... Rude! If you can produce more than 15 stones per mu, the old man will hold a banquet at home, and the banquet will be held until Chongyang!"

"Then you're welcome, and when you turn around, you will ask someone to move the futon and put it in your mansion."

"Put it together, put it together!"

「……」

"Old man, I see that you bastards want to have sex together."

……

There were too many officials digging sweet potatoes, but it was only half a ring in the afternoon, and the entire sweet potato field next to Lake Biwa had already been turned over.

Putting down the nail rake, the officials who gathered together, the topic gradually rushed in an indescribable direction.

And in front of everyone, on the flat ground next to the sweet potato field, baskets of sweet potatoes were carried here from the field and gathered together.

"Weighed!"

"All the sweet potatoes are weighed! Not one shall be left behind!"

Yuan Sutai, who was already covered in sweat and mud, waved his big hand, and commanded the officials and people of Shanglin Yuan Jian to weigh all the sweet potatoes, and several clerks were next to him, recording the data on the scales he was responsible for.

Zhu Yunxi helped the old man, who was obviously tired, to sit on the ridge on the side, and took the tea from Sun Gou'er: "Grandpa, you drink saliva slowly. It will take a while for Supervisor Yuan to weigh the weight, and his grandson will go to take someone to eat first. Eat a sweet potato feast today, and be full!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's hands and feet are sore, but every pore on his face exudes joy, and he looks good wherever he looks.

Zhu Yunxi waved his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, got up and walked to the front, witnessing the weighing scene surrounded by hundreds of officials.

"Three buckets with one stone!"

"Write it down, write it down!"

"How many are here?"

"Ninety-six pounds, eight taels and five dollars."

"Remember!"

In front of every big scale, there are countless officials around.

Every time he weighed, there was a shock and gasp.

"How many can there be?"

Zhai Shan, the new secretary of the ministry, clenched his hands tightly and hid in the sleeves of his shirt that he had put down, although his face still maintained the restraint and composure of being a heavenly official, but his heart was already very anxious.

Zhai Shan's eyes glanced at Yuan Sutai from time to time, only feeling that this guy could only do things and not be a person in the end.

At this time, it is time to get more large scales and people to come and weigh them.

When the aroma of sweet potatoes began to waft from the side of the sweet potato field, the weighing continued.

It's just too much.

There were so many officials present that they had already made a prediction in their hearts, but they were still constantly adjusting and improving this estimate again and again.

"Zhai Shangshu, eat the roasted sweet potato first, drink a bowl of sweet potato porridge, there are some tender fried sweet potato leaves here, you can also taste it."

Zhu Yunxi's face was full of smiles, and he personally took the wooden eucalyptus with several bowls and sent it to Zhai Shan.

Zhai Shan didn't dare to catch it immediately, but immediately gave the officials around him a look and asked him to take the eucalyptus.

As for Zhai Shan himself, he put his arms in his arms for a while, waved his big sleeves, clasped his hands, and bowed to the end: "Thank Your Highness for the food."

Zhu Yunxi smiled very naturally, and grabbed Zhai Shan's wrist and held him up: "Zhai Shangshu is the new official, this is the first time that Gu and Shangshu have met in their respective identities. Shangshu has made meritorious efforts in repairing books, and now the Ministry of Deacons should not forget their original intentions, and the court still needs to rely on Shangshu."

Zhai Shan hesitated a little in his heart, silently looked up not far away, and sat on the ridge with the prince, holding a roasted sweet potato in one hand and the emperor with sweet potato porridge in the other.

A subtle smile appeared on Zhai Shan's face: "Your Majesty's trust, the prince's entrustment, His Royal Highness's attention, is the blessing of his subordinates, this life should be loyal to the Daming Society, do not forget the original intention, and live up to the grace."

The smile on Zhu Yunxi's face became a little thicker.

let go of his hand, but immediately patted the back of Zhai Shan's hand.

"Zhai Shangshu eats while it's hot, I won't delay you."

After speaking, Zhu Yunxi stopped talking to Zhai Shan, turned around and left silently.

Zhai Shan stood in place, waving his hand to the officials who wanted to send the eucalyptus with the sweet potato meal sent by the grandson to signal him to stop first, while he frowned and silently watched the back of the grandson.

I don't understand.

So many people, and so many people who knew him well, chose to bring food to himself.

But not to mention the speculation in Zhai Shan's heart.

Right now, next to the entire sweet potato field, the officials who have been busy for a long time are all gobbling up.

Eating sweet potatoes that they dug out with their own hands is really a different feeling for those of them who have long been clothed and fed.

It's a little more fragrant.

"The scales are out!"

"The scales are out and the acres are yielding!"

"Thirty stones!"

"Thirty stones per mu!"

"Poof......

"Puff puff puff ......"

"Puff...... No...... Puff puff...... Hiss ......"

Suddenly, there was a shout of surprise from the weighing place.

Sweet potatoes yield 30 stone per mu!

In an instant, the officials in the entire sweet potato field stood up in unison.

Everyone's eyes widened, and Tong Kong's shock magnified.

Then, because of shock and nervousness, there were bursts of fart sounds one after another.

Probably because the Ming people at this time have not yet developed resistance to sweet potatoes, or this time everyone has eaten too much because they have worked hard for a long time.

For a time, the entire sweet potato field was covered by the yield of thirty stones per mu and the fart of the ministers and officials of the Ming Dynasty.

The sound of farts is incessant.

Everybody lost their minds.