"Your Royal Highness the Prince, don't wait, let's start, it's noon if you wait any longer!"

In the Huangzhuang in the south of the city, Zhu Chubby dressed up and stood at the edge of two huge fields with civil and military officials, looking at the road in the distance with anticipation.

There were two more people standing beside him.

One is Shennong Uncle Lao Yao, who is dressed as a farmer, and the other is Zheng He, who also changed into an official uniform and had a broken arm.

Behind these three people, the elders and nobles of the imperial court, the representatives of the officials of the vassal kings in various places, and the prestige of the old peasants in various places, there were thousands of people in dense crowds.

At the same time, on the other side, the crown princess who came back from Peking was also dressed up, with the female scrolls in the palace, and the ladies of various mansions waiting silently.

On the periphery of the Imperial Village, dense crowds of people held incense burners and firecrackers, waiting silently.

The senior children of the new school stood at the edge of the field with small bamboo baskets on their backs, waiting to harvest the fruits with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the court officials later.

Today is a day that cannot be forgotten for Daming, and even for future generations.

From today on, the people of the Ming Dynasty, the children and grandchildren of the Ming Dynasty, will no longer have the trouble of hunger.

The heroes of the Ming Dynasty, their ancestors, brought food that could feed countless people.

These two things, one is the hybrid rice researched by Shennong Bo Lao Yao, and the other is the food called potatoes that Zheng He brought back from overseas.

For rice and rice, the people can still understand, according to what they have heard, the new rice can produce 800 to 1,000 catties per mu. (In order to facilitate statistics, everyone will be the protagonist and change the unit of measurement of the Ming Dynasty to modern times, otherwise I will have a headache for 10 catties and 8 taels.) ）

The reason why the yield of hybrid rice is lower than that of the market under careful care is because of the lack of some nutrients during breeding, and the one acre of land in the Ming Dynasty is a little smaller than one acre in later generations.

One acre of land is 1,000 catties of grain, since ancient times, the people of the Han family have never heard of such high-yield grain.

Many people didn't believe it at first, but when they saw the plump rice and bent ears in the fertile fields guarded by brocade guards in Huangzhuang, many people didn't believe it.

Some experienced old farmers, by virtue of the degree of the ears bent, calculated how many catties an acre of land can produce.

The land in the Huangzhuang is all high-quality fields, and it is carefully cared for, and it is also equipped with chemical fertilizers invented by the imperial court craftsmen, which does not lack water, grass and insects.

According to the calculations of some experienced old farmers, these rice in Huangzhuang can produce at least 1,000 catties per mu, and even those irrigated ones that are a little better than others can produce about 1,200 catties.

When this figure was announced, the whole of Jinling was shocked.

Hundreds of people ran over every day to see these rice grains as if they were pilgrimages, and if it weren't for the Jinyi guards who were afraid of the guards, they would have rushed up and kowtowed and kissed these miraculous seeds.

Originally, these seeds, which seemed to be rewarded by God, were enough to shock the common people.

But recently, there was a news in the palace, saying that Zheng He brought back a thing called potatoes from overseas, which can produce 2,000 to 3,000 catties per mu, and even the land is fertile, and if it is well cared for, it is possible to reach 4,000 catties or 5,000 catties.

When the news came out, many people were at a loss.

One mu yields two or three thousand catties of grain, this is the seed that Shennong personally takes care of, how can there be such an output of grain in the world?

Many people don't believe it, thinking that this is made by the imperial court, and after the high-yield planting of hybrid rice, it began to drift a little and fool the people.

Later, after inquiry, I learned that the news came from the mouth of the crown princess of the East Palace.

It is said that the crown princess and the princess granddaughter chatted with each other during the regular tea party with the ladies of various provinces in accordance with the past habits in the chamber of commerce.

As soon as the news was confirmed and spread, the sharks on the side of the Imperial History Observatory seemed to smell blood, and they wrote books one after another, impeaching the crown princess for not conforming to the etiquette law, talking nonsense, and insulting the royal reputation.

If this matter had been put in the past, the civil official clique that relied on the crown prince would definitely turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, and they would not have impeached the crown princess at all.

But since the sheep ceremony, the relationship between the civil official group and the East Palace has been a bit delicate.

Originally, everyone thought that with Zhu Chubby's temper, he would definitely apologize on behalf of the crown princess.

As a result, I didn't expect that during the court meeting, Zhu Fatpang directly scolded the royal historians.

In Zhu Chubby's words.

Is there a problem with the crown princess saying this? This is the seed of my son's promotion of overseas trade, and I also have a share of the credit of my grandson, as a mother, can't she be proud of her son?

Besides, you imperial historians don't even check, how do you know that potatoes can't yield so much per mu?

Now the Manchu Dynasty is stupid.

Looking at the prince's angry appearance, is it true that the legend of two or three thousand catties of grain per mu is true?

Xia Yuanji, who was still dealing with the new currency matter, was red with excitement at that time, and regardless of being in the court, he hugged Zhu Fatpang's thighs who were about to leave because he was angry, and howled to let Zhu Fatpang tell him if it was true.

In the end, Zhu Fatpang was entangled by this old thing, and confirmed the matter.

The reason why he was so sure was because Donggong had secretly dug up a batch of potatoes a few days ago.

According to Zheng He's calculations, the yield per mu is at least about 2,500 catties, so he has the confidence to scold these imperial historians.

As for his daughter-in-law, Zhu Fatpang was helpless about leaking the news in advance.

In Zhang's words.

Without my son's advocacy of going to sea, without my son's charts and guides, where would these seeds come from?

Zheng He's merits are great, and I also admire those soldiers who died for the seeds.

For this reason, I, the crown princess, are even willing to kowtow to them and burn paper during the Qingming Festival every year, thanking them for all this they have brought to Daming and my children and grandchildren.

But my son's credit is not small, your son doesn't talk a word about this, you, the father, are embarrassed to speak, and my mother, who is a mother, doesn't talk anymore, and our family doesn't want to get any credit.

The old man is so thick-skinned, if he doesn't help with propaganda and publicity, the old man will definitely be brazen and swallow all the credit.

For the daughter-in-law's mood, Zhu Chupang can understand it.

This credit for feeding the people of the world and future generations is not an ordinary merit.

This merit and fame is simply a great achievement for an emperor.

With this merit, even if this emperor does nothing all his life, he will still be regarded as a holy monarch by the people of later generations.

Besides, there is no loss to the people for this credit, and Zheng He himself also recognizes it very much.

Without Zhu Zhangui's simple map and physical guidance, they really wouldn't have been able to find that high-yield grain continent.

Even if the blind cat encounters the dead mouse and arrives in the place, they will not know this high-yield food, let alone think about bringing them back to Daming to plant.

So for this matter, they also feel that Zhu Zhangui's credit is the majority, and even Zheng He and others feel that the single nomination is still small, and the main credit should be given to Zhu Zhangui.

And this incident not only improved Zhu Zhangui's reputation, but also had a great significance for him as a father.

When children and grandchildren mention this history in the future, he, who is a father, will definitely mention it.

In this way, three generations of a meritorious grandfather, grandchild, father and son can enjoy it.

The people worshipped, and Zheng He and others who went to sea had no opinions, it was good for their own family, how could Zhu Fatpang refuse this kind of thing.

But he finally accepted all this, thinking that he would have no regrets if he died in the future, and he would have the face to go to see his grandfather and others.

But these royal historians quit and even said that they were daughters-in-law.

Said that he was a daughter-in-law. It is to deny the merits of his son, to deny the merits of his son, to deny him as a father, and to deny him as a father is to deny his father.

How can this be endured.

Therefore, Zhu Chubby, who has always been gentle, launched a temper in the court for the first time.

"Wait a minute, the emperor cares about these things the most, and sent me a message yesterday that he will definitely rush back."

Looking up at the sun that was already noon, Zhu Fatpang hesitated for a moment and looked at the people behind him.

"Wait until evening, if the emperor can't come back, let's start. After all, everyone is here, and they can't be disappointed. ”

Everyone nodded and continued to wait silently.

This year's two crops were planted a little later because of the first planting and the late thaw this year.

It was supposed to be harvested in July, but because it was planted late, it was not harvested until August.

Some time ago, Zhu Chubpang, who secretly dug up a batch of potatoes, determined that the yield was really so high, and quickly passed the news to the old man.

Originally, he wanted to tell his son the news, but he thought that some time ago, his son was still afraid of being surrounded and didn't want his son to be distracted, so he didn't inform his son of this.

After receiving the news, the old man didn't fall asleep all night, and the laughter never stopped.

On the second day, the generals were given orders for the next battle, and they returned overnight with their escorts.

The old man wants to see with his own eyes that these auspicious grains are produced.

A few days ago, Zhu Fatpang received an expedited 800 li, saying that the old man was already on his way back, and he was not allowed to harvest in advance, and if he dared to pick, he would come back and beat him.

Zhu Chupang also wants to make his father, who has been worried all his life, happy, so even if today is the harvest day set, he must let everyone wait for the old man to come back.

Time passed little by little, and it was evening in a blink of an eye.

"Your Highness, look at this!"

Xia Yuanji, who was carrying a sickle and ready to go down at any time, glanced at the sun that was already in the west, and reminded Zhu Chupang in a whisper.

Zhu Chubby, who was already standing with numb feet, looked at the road that was still empty, and the impatient people and officials around him, and shook his head helplessly.

"Well, open..."

But as soon as he started, there was the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Seeing that the prince was about to give an order, everyone who was preparing heard the sound of horses' hooves and turned their heads to look.

I saw a dragon flag fluttering high in the distance, and below the flag, thousands of soldiers escorted a majestic old man in cloth clothes, who was running quickly.

"Hurry up, the emperor is back, hurry up and greet him."

Seeing that it was his own old man, Zhu Chupang breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly lifted his clothes and placed them under the support of the eunuch, and shouted for everyone to greet him.

"Your Majesty, St. Gong'an!"

Under the leadership of Zhu Fatpang, everyone present saluted the old man who rushed back from the dust.

"Haha, I'm an, get up!"

Although he was very tired mentally and physically after driving for several months, looking at the golden ears and the large farmland, the old man's exhaustion was swept away in an instant, he turned over and dismounted with laughter, helped his eldest son up, and then waved his hand to the people around him to get up.

"Emperor Xie!"

After everyone got up, the old man looked at Zhu Fatpang, who had lost a little weight because he was busy during this time, and said distressedly.

"Boss, thank you for your hard work!"

In just 6 words, Zhu Fatpang's eyes turned red.

This is the first time that the old man has said these words in front of so many people.

"My son just did his duty, it was your father who worked hard, and it was the hardest for you to fight for the country."

"Hahaha..."

The old man laughed, reached out and patted his eldest son on the shoulder, and then strode towards the farmland.

Looking at the golden rice under the sunset, the old man pinched his waist and waved his hand heroically.

"Harvest!"

It's so late now, it's too late for the ceremony or something, and if you really want to do the whole thing, you have to do it in the middle of the night.

Besides, the old man is an unrestrained person, and he is the emperor of the dynasty, no one dares to say what he wants.

With the old man's order, all the officials flattened their sleeves, and under the leadership of Zhu Panpang, they picked up the sickle and walked down the field to start harvesting hybrid rice.

The crown princess took the female rolls, led the new children, and followed behind to help bundle and clean up.

Later, the experienced old farmers gathered from all over the country began on-site threshing under the leadership of household officials.

In such a busy harvest scene, the old man pinched his waist with his hands, and his eyes were full of relief and satisfaction.

"Your Majesty, will the potatoes be harvested now or tomorrow?"

Zheng He, the only one who didn't go to harvest, saw that everyone had gone to harvest the rice, and no one cared about his potatoes, he was a little anxious, he walked to the old man's side and asked if he would harvest his potatoes today?

For this day, he has been waiting for more than half a year, and even led the crew to lie in the potato field every day to catch insects and pull weeds.

These are the seeds that the brothers bought with their lives, and many would rather go hungry than eat these things.

These potatoes carry the wishes of countless brothers and their contributions.

It doesn't matter if he is right, but those dead brothers must take this honor, because it is what they paid for with their lives.

It's a pity that the boat with sweet potatoes sank in the wind and waves, otherwise today's harvest would not be two kinds of high-yield grains, but three.

The old man who was looking at the rice harvest noticed Zheng He, who was standing beside him, who had lost a hand.

"Three Treasures!"

Looking at the empty sleeves, the old man's expression was very complicated, he reached out and grabbed the sleeves fluttering in the wind, and the old man looked at Zheng He and said seriously: "Your little cub has already told me, don't worry, we will definitely avenge this revenge." When the army is withdrawn this year and begins to recuperate next year, the power of the imperial court will increase to the side of the navy. ”

"Give me three years, and in three years you will set sail again to avenge your dead soldiers!"

The old man's heartfelt words made Zheng He, a man who didn't shed tears even though he had a broken arm, moved to the ground and cried bitterly.

"Ministers and thousands of deaths, thank the emperor!"

Stretching out his hand to pull it up, the old man looked at the soldiers of the flotilla and some of the old peasants standing in anticipation in the potato field. Raised his hand again and looked at the people gathered outside the imperial field, looking at Zheng Hedao.

"This high-yield grain is a blessing in the world, and it should be shared with the people."

As he spoke, the old man, accompanied by Zheng He, walked to the periphery of Huangtian and said loudly to the people who hurriedly saluted.

"I heard that there are many people who don't believe that the high-yield grain brought back by Zheng He can yield thousands of catties per mu, since you don't believe it, I don't have any guarantees, otherwise you will think that I am talking wildly."

The old man looked at the people and said loudly: "Today, I will witness with you whether this high-yield grain can yield thousands of catties per mu." ”

After speaking, he waved his hand and said to the people: "There are people who plough the fields at home and can pick with me to witness whether this is true or not." ”

"The untouchables are willing to be with Your Majesty!"

"The grass people are willing, too!"

"The grass people plough the fields every day at home, and they are good hands, Your Majesty, the grass people are also willing."

Soon thousands of people were selected, and then they walked with the old man to the potato fields.

Although the old man is a general immediately, he also knows a little about the fields, and he will personally preside over the spring ploughing when he is in the middle of the court every year.

Stretching out his hand and rolling up his sleeves, the old man seemed to know how to pick potatoes, reached out and grabbed the seedlings of the potatoes and pulled them out hard, and five or six potatoes the size of an adult's fist were brought out.

"Oh, what a big fruit!"

Looking at the fist-sized potato, the old man took one of them and shook them in his hand, laughing with satisfaction.

"The emperor still has it below!"

Zheng He, who was on the side, stretched out his only hand after the old man pulled out the potato seedlings, dug the ground twice, and took out two or three potatoes of different sizes.

"Hahaha, good!"

The old man was in a particularly good mood today, and he was happy to see a seedling grow so many fruits.

Reach out and pluck a few potatoes, then bow your head and pluck it despite the tiredness.

Seeing that the emperor had already begun, the ordinary people who had been divided into teams by the soldiers also began to get busy.

Soon, under the watchful eyes of the people outside, there were continuous exclamations from the potato fields.

"Oh my God, I'm two fists big, this should be three or four pounds!"

"Ha, what are you, look at me, I have big heads!"

"Oh my God, such a big fruit is enough for our family to eat."

The ordinary people standing outside, listening to the constant discussions, cheers and exclamations coming from the potato fields and rice fields, and watching the bags of millet and potatoes piled aside, scratched their ears and cheeks in a hurry.

The time of receipt passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was dark.

But no one present wanted to leave, and under the soldiers setting up fires and lighting torches, they continued to harvest the fruits in full swing.

The harvest in front is in the back, and the household officials and the people in the chamber of commerce in the back are also busy with their feet not touching the ground.

One by one, they helped to bag and weigh the fields.

The old man has already explained that every acre of land should be placed on that acre of land, so that it is easy to make comparisons.

It was busy until midnight before the overall harvest was officially completed.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Xia Yuanji, who was holding the account book, his face flushed with excitement.

"How's that, what's the harvest!"

The old man asked with a smile as he stretched out his hand to take the account book.

"Your Majesty, auspicious, it's just auspicious, the minister has lived for so many years in vain, I never thought that there would be such a high-yield grain in this world."

Seeing that this guy's mouth was a little fluttering when he spoke, the old man laughed, and then stood on the steps with the account book, looking at the people and officials under the countless torches around him.

Everyone also looked at the old man quietly, waiting for the emperor to announce the official results.

Although the piles of grain and potatoes have proved that the yield is not low, they are still curious to know the exact amount.

In the light of the torches, the old man turned over the tent.

He first glanced at it, and after seeing the numbers on it clearly, his expression was stunned for a moment, he raised his hand and wiped his eyes vigorously, and took a deep breath.

Finally, looking at the people around him, he raised the horn in the little snot and said loudly.

"The first field of hybrid rice, with a total weight of 920 catties!"

"Wow!"

The scene was in an uproar.

920 catties is twice the yield of the field planted now.

If all the fields planted by Daming can have such a high yield, will Daming still starve to death?

The common people were excited, but they still suppressed the excitement in their hearts as quickly as possible, ready to hear about the output of the high-yield grain.

"The second field of hybrid rice, 913 catties!"

"The third field of hybrid rice, 908 catties!"

The old man announced the yield of three acres of hybrid rice, and the faces of the people and officials turned red with excitement when they heard it.

After reading the hybrid rice in the three fields, the old man took a deep breath, looked at everyone and said: "The first potato field, 4,500 catties!" ”

"Boom!"

The crowd was in an uproar as if a bomb had been thrown into it.

When it was time to pick, they judged that the yield should not be low based on the number of piles.

I really heard the exact number, and everyone was dumbfounded.

4,500 catties, my God, the yield of one acre of land is worth 10 times that of their usual farming.

Now they are all a little dazed, and some doubt that they have planted fake fields for so many years.

After waiting for a little quietness below, the old man continued to speak loudly with a ruddy face.

"Potato No. 2 field, 4800 catties!"

"Good!"

There was another jubilation below.

The old man waved his hand, and his expression was excited towards everyone.

"The next thing I want to read is a field of experiments, the potatoes in this field, just plant, and then don't care about anything, don't fatten, don't pull weeds, don't catch insects, and the rain is all up to God."

Everyone held their breath and understood what the emperor meant by reading this field.

This is to tell everyone, this kind of high-yield food, usually not much care, how much will the yield be?

Everyone held their breath and looked at the old man quietly.

The old man took a deep breath and announced loudly in the loudest voice.

"The third field of unmanaged potatoes has a yield of 1,800 catties per mu!"

"Hooray, hooray, hooray!"

It's really blowing up.

No one cares about the fields that no one asks, as long as the seeds are planted, they can grow 1,800 catties.

This is a seed, it's just a golden pimple.

Everyone was cheering, and the old people who had experienced hunger were lying on the ground and crying.

He shouted the names of those who had starved to death, said that they had not caught up with the good days, and told them that their children and grandchildren would never go hungry again.

Listen to the cheers and cheers, as well as the firecrackers and fireworks that are in full swing all around.

The old man had a satisfied smile on his face, holding the ledger in his hand and looking high at the sky.

"Dad, did you see that? No one in our Ming Dynasty will be starved to death again! ”

The cheers and celebrations lasted for a long time, and after the soldiers shouted that everyone was quiet again, the old man called Zheng He to the stage and let the soldiers of Zheng He's fleet stand in front of the stage.

He took Zheng He's hand, looked at the soldiers of the fleet, and said loudly to the people present.

"The soldiers of Zheng He and his fleet are facing life and death all the time, bringing new food to our Ming Dynasty, and I and the people of the world should be grateful."

After speaking, the old man bowed deeply to Zheng He and the soldiers of the fleet in front of all the people.

The old man's sudden move startled Zheng He, and he quickly knelt on the ground.

The soldiers of the flotilla did the same, and they fell to their knees one after another, saying that they did not dare.

"The emperor is right, Lord Zheng and these soldiers have brought high-yield food, so that our people in the world will no longer starve, and our children and grandchildren will no longer suffer from hunger, which we should all be grateful for."

An old farmer standing in front of the crowd also felt that the old man should be so when he saw the old man's salute.

At first, they had some doubts about high-yield food, but now they have seen it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears, and those doubts have disappeared without a trace, and they are only grateful in their hearts.

Zheng He and others traveled thousands of miles and went through a lot of hardships to bring back high-yield crops, which is a blessing to the people of the world.

With such a great favor, ten thousand words are not enough to say thank you, and a mere gift is already neglected.

Now that even the emperor has saluted and thanked him, these beneficiaries naturally cannot be left behind.

Under the greeting of several old farmers, the common people, men and women, young and old, knelt on the ground one after another and saluted and thanked Zheng He and others.

The crown prince Zhu Chupang and the crown princess also took all the official female rolls and knelt down to Zheng He and others.

"Zheng He is a eunuch, how can he afford the great gifts of all the villagers and elders."

Looking at the common people, princes, officials and others who knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him, Zheng He, a man, finally couldn't help it, and threw himself on the ground and wailed while saying that he didn't dare.

He Zheng He is just a eunuch, although he is a minister, he knows that many people still look down on him.

In addition to his own dreams, he also wants to tell everyone that although he is disabled, Zheng He also has great ambitions.

But after returning from the first two voyages, what was greeted was not the appreciation and respect of the people, but all kinds of doubts and incomprehension.

If it weren't for the emperor's support and the full support of His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson, it would be impossible for him to dream of going to sea.

Later, after thousands of difficulties and obstacles, his wish to travel around the world finally came true, and today he has won the gratitude of the people of the world because of his action of bringing back high-yield grain.

He Zheng He did what all the eunuchs in history wanted to do, and he Zheng He would have no regrets even if he died today.

Even if he Zheng He is a eunuch, from today on, in the minds of all the people in the world, he is a perfect person, and he is also a meritorious saint who has saved the people of the great world and countless descendants of future generations.