Stretching out his hand to pull Zheng He up, the old man looked at everyone in the audience with a serious expression.

"Sanbao has been with me for most of his life, he has fought on the battlefield, he has made meritorious contributions to the country and the enemy, and now he has made such a great contribution to the imperial court and Shenzhou. I announced today that I canonized Zheng He as the Duke of Zhenhai and deserved to enjoy the Daming Temple. In addition, we will build temples and shrines in the world, and enjoy the descendants of the Zhu family, all the people in the world, worship from generation to generation, and never forget the grace of their full stomachs."

"Ten thousand years of Zhenhai Gong!"

"Ten thousand years of Zhenhai Gong!"

The people cheered, but the officials looked a little unpleasant.

Lao Zhu Ke stipulated that he could not be knighted unless he had military merits, and Zhu Di gave Zheng He the title of duke, which broke his father's rules.

But then he thought of Zheng He's great credit, and he was indeed entitled to this treatment.

And the other party is still a eunuch, and there will be no descendants in the future, and this title is only this generation, which has no impact on the future, and everyone feels better.

As for opposition, only a fool would dare to stand up against it.

Let's not mention whether the emperor will be angry, the people around him will eat the opponents alive.

"Please think twice, Your Majesty, the minister is only a small achievement, how dare he enjoy such a holy grace!"

Others didn't dare to refuse, but Zheng He, who was the party concerned, didn't dare to accept it, and hurriedly knelt down and asked the old man to take back the holy order.

The old man's face turned pale when he heard this, he pretended to be angry, glared at Zheng He and said, "You have no jokes, Sanbao, you guy, don't you want to resist the decree?"

"This..."

Zheng He smiled bitterly, and still wanted to bite the bullet and refuse.

"Hehe, Zhenhai Gong, this is the emperor's holy decree, and it was announced in front of the civil and military officials and the people of the world, if you refuse, not only the emperor will be unhappy, but also Lone."

Zhu Chupang, who was on the side, noticed the old man's slight glance at him, stepped forward with a smile, and persuaded Zheng He.

Seeing that the emperor and the crown prince had stood up, coupled with being in front of so many people, Zheng He knew that if he refused again, I am afraid that the emperor would be really unhappy.

So he knelt on the ground in a proper manner, and bowed three times and nine times at the old man.

"Minister Zheng He, thank you for the grace of my emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live!"

"Hahaha, good!"

Seeing that Zheng He accepted the reward, the old man laughed and pulled him up.

Then the soldiers of the fleet who looked at Zheng He with envy said loudly, "The soldiers of the fleet come forward."

The soldiers of the fleet, who were looking at Zheng He with envy, were stunned for a moment when they heard the old man's words.

They didn't expect that the emperor would reward them, the low-level soldiers.

In fact, if it was some other military exploits or something, the old man might hesitate to make this decision.

But the credit for bringing back potatoes is too great, and it is not only the Ming Dynasty that has benefited, but also the descendants of future generations.

Daming has such a thing as potatoes, and the National Games will directly increase by half.

If the national fortune of the Ming Dynasty has 200 years, potatoes can increase the national fortune of 100 years, plus hybrid rice.

As long as the descendants of the Zhu family in later generations do not do anything angry and resentful, the curse of the 300-year-old dynasty in the Central Plains will be completely broken by the Ming Dynasty.

Such a big credit falls on one person, not to mention the Duke Feng, the Prince Feng is more than enough.

For this reward, the old man thinks about it like this.

The credit for bringing back the potatoes was created by many people, and his eldest grandson gave the navigation route and sample map, and the credit was naturally not small, but the old man did not think about rewarding it.

The throne has been passed to him in the future, what more reward do you want, not to mention that it is still your own family, this stinky boy has gained such a big reputation under the propaganda of his mother, and he has gained enough, what reward do you want.

And as a supporter of the fleet going to sea, his exploits in the history books will naturally be added again, plus he is the emperor, and it is impossible for him to reward himself.

Zhu Fatpang, the prince, is purely picking up cheap, he didn't do anything, with the help of the relationship between his father and son, he will leave a name in history, and it is good enough not to ask him for a franchise fee.

How could there be a reward.

Zheng He, as the leader of this trip, naturally ranked first in addition to the Lao Zhu family.

It is definitely impossible to be crowned king, so after careful consideration, the old man named him the Duke of Zhenhai and deserved him to enjoy the Taimiao, which can be said to be extremely favorable.

The old man didn't give him the reward of money and beauty, and with his understanding of Zheng He, he also knew that the other party didn't like these, let alone use them.

So the old man used it as a reward for building a folk temple to replace those money and beauties.

The leaders are all rewarded, and the soldiers below who risked their lives to go to sea with Zheng He naturally can't be sent at will.

"Whoa!"

Thousands of soldiers knelt on the ground excitedly, looking at the old man nervously, waiting for their emperor's reward.

"Get up, get up!"

The old man smiled and waved everyone to get up.

After the soldiers got up, the old man looked at a soldier whose skin was slightly tanned by the sun because he had been sailing at sea for a long time, and he sighed with emotion in his heart.

He remembered what Zhu Zhangui once said.

"There is no such thing as a wise monarch in the world, all of this is the hard work of the people, the lives of the soldiers, and the hearts of the ministers."

"Without the silent efforts of these people at the bottom, the so-called peerless master of the prosperous dynasty is just an empty fantasy and a little clever guy."

Reaching out to take the torch next to him, the old man slowly walked off the stage and walked in front of each soldier.

No matter which soldier he passed by, he would stare deeply into the other person's face. It seems that he wants to keep in mind these young faces, the figures of warriors who shed blood and sacrificed for the country and the nation.

It was the first time to be so close to the emperor, and the emperor still looked at them like this, the soldiers were excited to straighten their waists, and showed the most perfect posture to their emperors.

"Okay, they're all good men!"

Every time he walked in front of a person, the old man would nod slightly and praise him.

Although everyone hears the same words, the meaning is the same.

But every soldier who heard it, his body trembled slightly with excitement.

At the same time, he roared loudly in his heart.

"The emperor praised me, he said that I am a good man, father, mother-in-law, do you see, the emperor praised me personally."

Walking up to the last soldier, the old man reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and strode to the salute platform under the soldier's excited face.

Zhu Fatpang, who was following behind, couldn't help but sigh.

The old man's means of buying people's hearts are still so strong.

Just look at the excited and enthusiastic appearance of these soldiers, if there are 100,000 enemies on the opposite side now, and the old man orders them to charge, I am afraid that these people will rush forward without hesitation and fight the enemy.

No wonder his son often tells himself.

Don't stay at home, go out to the people's homes when you have time, and care about the lives of low-level soldiers and officials.

Although this is just a show, this is what the bottom people eat the most.

Back then, Liu Bei was defeated like that, and he refused to leave the people, in order to have a good reputation among the people and the people.

Since Zhu Zhangui mentioned this, Zhu Fatpang also thought about going down to the bottom to take a look.

But thinking of his old man's cautious appearance, Zhu Chupang still gave up this idea.

He's not like his son.

When the son did these things, the old man not only did not get angry, but was relieved.

But if he did this, the old man should have thought about it.

You little fat cub, you are in such a hurry to buy people's hearts, do you want to do something out of the ordinary?

Returning to the podium, the old man faced everyone and said in a loud voice.

"The soldiers who went to sea this time, whether they came back or did not come back, were all awarded the title of nobles, and those who came back received their own and did not come back, led by their eldest son and father!"

In an instant, there was an uproar below.

The noble man is a new title set by the Ming Dynasty in the past two years, although it is only the lowest level of nobles, but for the court and the people, its significance is extraordinary.

With this identity, his family is not a pariah family, but a noble family of the imperial court.

If there is a hard worker for future generations, it is very possible to soar in the future.

According to the new rules of noble succession formulated by the Ming Dynasty, although these nobles will be canceled after the death of this generation.

But their children and grandchildren, because of this status, can find a position to support their families in the local yamen.

If there is an outstanding contribution, you can even join the brocade clothes and guards on errands.

In this way, as long as you have this title, you can have at least three generations of food and clothing.

"Your Majesty!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, Yang Shiqi stood up.

If he only served as the secretary of the military department, he would only feel that this matter was a little too much, but he would not stand up and give his opinion.

After all, as the secretary of the military department, stopping his subordinates is a reward for the soldiers, do you still want to do it, do you want to do it, do you want to be wiped on the neck one night when the wind is dark and high.

But as a representative of the Confucian Sect, a cabinet minister, this matter must be stood up.

It doesn't matter if there is a single Zheng He, after all, the other party is a eunuch and has no descendants, and this title is just a name for Zheng He, and he will still be responsible for going to sea in the future, and it will not have much impact on the imperial court.

But the old man sealed tens of thousands of nobles at once, and the meaning is different.

If it is just for these living seals, with the current financial resources of the imperial court, it is just a few thousand people who receive money every year.

At the same time, the fate of these people in the future will continue to go to sea like Zheng He, and it will not have much impact on the situation in the imperial court.

But this time tens of thousands of people were sealed, and the meaning was different.

Tens of thousands of people represent tens of thousands of families.

According to the new aristocratic laws of the imperial court, these new nobles had the right to compete for some minor positions in the local yamen.

Tens of thousands of people have joined the yamen, which will affect the interests and cakes of great interest.

Originally, the Xinxue school had already faintly impacted the status of Confucianism.

If tens of thousands of people who are grateful to the emperor join the imperial court yamen, then I am afraid that the Confucian sect will not have the right to speak in the grassroots yamen in the future.

Since ancient times, the imperial power did not go to the countryside, and Zhu Di did this, directly in the originally stable low-level yamen, and fiercely participated in a handful of sand.

As for the exemption of these new nobles from agricultural taxes, Yang Shiqi did not consider these.

With the current earning capacity of the imperial court, not to mention tens of thousands of petty nobles, even tens of thousands of more earls can be supported by gritting their teeth.

Moreover, these petty nobles are exempt from taxes, and they only work while the beneficiary is alive, and once the title is revoked, these benefits will also be revoked.

It has only been a few decades, and with the current financial resources of the imperial court, this little money is still not looked down upon by the imperial court.

"Master Yang, what do you want to say!"

As soon as the reward was announced, the old man who was in a good mood when he looked at the soldier Xie En, saw Yang Shiqi stand up, and his face suddenly turned cold.

Feeling the old man's threatening and murderous eyes, Yang Shiqi opened his mouth, and wanted to say no words under pressure, but his legs were disobedient, and he didn't move when he stood still.

"Minister..."

After taking a few breaths, Yang Shiqi forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, and just opened his mouth to get up, the old man directly opened his mouth and blocked him.

"You agree, don't you?"

Although it was a question, from the old man's mouth, it was an affirmative tone.

Yang Shiqi glanced at him, and finally lowered his head helplessly.

"The emperor is shengming, and the minister seconds the proposal!"

"Hahaha... Very well, worthy of being my cabinet minister."

I don't know whether it was a compliment or a threat, so the old man waved his hand at it and told him to retreat.

Glancing at the other courtiers who wanted to stand up, the old man looked threatening, laughed and asked the soldiers who were kneeling to stand up.

Then he shouted to everyone present.

"Today is a happy event for my Ming Dynasty, and I announce that the curfew will be lifted in the next three days, and I will no longer have hunger worries in my Ming Dynasty, applaud."

"Long live, long live the Emperor!"

Instantly there was another cheer.

After everyone quieted down again, the old man looked at Shennong Uncle Yao who was standing in the corner.

"Uncle Shennong, these planted rice can't be used as seeds!"

Lao Yao hurriedly stepped forward and replied, "Your Majesty, the seeds of hybrid rice need to be re-equipped every year, and these grains can only be eaten and cannot be used as seeds for the next year."

The old man nodded, although he didn't understand why he was doing this, but he didn't care about this aspect, as long as the people below knew.

"Natsuhara-yoshi!"

"The minister is here!"

"Don't put these hybrid rice into storage, distribute them to everyone present, and let the people taste the taste of new rice."

"Obey!"

Although Xia Yuanji has some flesh pain, he is not as dead-eyed as Yang Shiqi.

Besides, now that the imperial court is not short of money or food, as long as the emperor can be happy, it doesn't matter if there is more or less.

As the news spread, the people cheered again.

The old man stood on the stage, waved his hand at the people, jumped off the platform and picked up some potatoes, and after the soldiers who guarded it, he took Zhu Fat and Zheng He back to the palace.

Sleepless tonight and this morning.

Everywhere there was laughter, firecrackers, fireworks.

As the largest gold cave in the whole Jinling, the Qinhuai River is even brighter and more crowded.

On the branches of the painting boats, the sound of laughter and drums kept coming, and the singers sang a cappella all night.

It was the middle of the night, and the old man still didn't feel sleepy, and he set up a brazier at the door of the study room in high spirits.

took out the potatoes and put them on them, and while waiting for the potatoes to be baked, he listened to Zheng He tell the story of the sea with Zhu Fatpang, who was sitting next to him.

"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, please look here!"

Zheng He held a sea chart in his hand, and said excitedly while gesturing: "These two continents can be said to be very fertile, their area is estimated to be larger than our Ming Dynasty, and the abundance of products on them dazzles the ministers."

"What's more—"

Zheng He took a deep breath and looked at the two of them and whispered.

"These two vast continents are still inhabited by natives who have no enlightened minds."

The old man's breathing was a little short, and his eyes were staring at the two continents, and among them was greed.

But then he looked at the distance and sighed helplessly.

These two continents are too far away from Daming, and if you want to control them, Daming will spend countless manpower and material resources, and you don't dare to guarantee that there will be chaos in the later stage.

Once there is a mess on this, it will be very difficult for Daming to rescue, and Daming may not be able to grasp the slightest twists and turns.

What's more, he is now older, his body is not as good as day by day, and some things are really weak.

Stretching out his hand to touch the two continents on the chart, the old man's eyes were full of reluctance.

"Boss, these two pieces of land will be handed over to you and the little cub, and when you go down, if you don't take these two pieces of land, don't blame Dad for pumping you."

Zhu Chupang, who was also looking at the chart, had a bitter face.

It's a bit embarrassing.

Anyway, he can't do it, and it probably only depends on his son's ability.

In the following time, Zheng He talked about some things about Western countries, focusing on the situation in various countries there.

After listening to Zheng He's story, the old man squinted his eyes and made an evaluation.

"There are so many countries in such a small land

If there is no monarch like the First Emperor to unify the world, I am afraid that there will be endless wars in that place in the future."

Zheng He and Zhu Panpang agreed very much with this.

One of the two is in the army, and the other is the future heir of the country, no matter how you look at it, that place in the West will definitely have frequent wars in the future.

"Daddy, the potatoes are cooked!"

Since the grandson was still in the school, and the other grandsons and daughters-in-law were on the side of Beiping, Zhang couldn't sleep alone in the East Palace, so he came over to serve the three of them.

The three of them chatted just now, and she was not easy to intervene as a woman, so she took care of the baked potatoes for the old man next to her.

As the fire roasted, the aroma of the potatoes became stronger and stronger, Zhang took out a pinch, and after confirming that it was cooked, he peeled off the skin and handed it to the old man.

"Thank you, eldest daughter-in-law!"

Zhang smiled slightly, said what he should do, and began to put the remaining potatoes on the plate and handed them to her husband and Zheng He.

"Thank you, Princess!"

Picking up the fragrant potatoes and taking a bite, the old man squinted his eyes and chewed carefully, savoring the sweetness that he had never enjoyed.

This sweetness does not come from potatoes, but from the happiness of the descendants of the Ming Dynasty who are no longer hungry, and the sweetness of the satisfaction that future generations can eat enough.

"Sanbao, this potato tastes very good, this yield is also very high, and it is very convenient to plant, so I don't know if there are any shortcomings!"

After eating a potato, the old man took the tea handed over by his daughter-in-law and moistened his throat, and suddenly remembered that such a good food, would there be any shortcomings?

Zheng He, who was eating hot on the side, hurriedly put down the half-eaten potatoes in his hand and wiped his mouth back.

"Back to Your Majesty, potatoes do have some shortcomings!"

As soon as these words came out, the three people next to the brazier became nervous.

This grain is related to the future of Daming, if there is any big shortcoming, it is a hidden risk for Daming.

Seeing the nervous appearance of the three of them, Zheng He realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly explained.

"These shortcomings are not a problem with the food itself, but a very high consumption of land."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and hurriedly urged Zheng He to continue.

Picking up an unbaked potato, Zheng He said seriously to the three old men: "Your Majesty, the crown prince, the crown princess, although this potato has a high yield, it consumes the land itself, and every output is a consumption of the land."

"Therefore, potatoes can only be planted for one season, and if you want to plant again, you have to let the land rest for two or three years and recover your strength before you can continue planting."

Seeing that the three of them were about to ask, Zheng He motioned for the three of them to listen to him first.

Seeing this, the three of them waited silently.

"According to the research of Chen and Uncle Shennong, as well as the information given by His Royal Highness, we found that if potatoes want to maintain a high yield, we need to plant soybeans for 2~3 years for each season of potatoes, and let the fields that have been planted with potatoes rest for two years to replenish nutrients."

"It's like us eating, we have done heavy work, you have to eat to replenish, if you don't replenish, just working can be exhausted."

"And in order to keep the other food sufficient, our suggestion is to plant potatoes on 10 acres of land, three acres, and then change to the other three acres in the second year, and the last three acres in the third year, so that the rotation is exactly one round."

"It can not only maintain the production of potatoes, but also ensure that the supply of other food will not be cut off, and it will also allow the land to recover."

Hearing such a simple analogy, the three of them gradually understood, and at the same time felt very normal in their hearts.

With such a high yield of auspicious grain, if they don't pay a price, they really can't believe it.

Sure enough, it is the cycle of cause and effect of the five elements of heaven and earth, and there must be pay to gain, which is in line with the way of heaven and earth.

"And if the potatoes sprout on them, they will not be able to eat them anymore."

"Because the green and sprouted potatoes will produce a toxin due to some special reasons inside, which can be fatal if eaten in light cases and vomit and diarrhea."

Zheng He said another shortcoming of a potato, which made the old man's heart rise all of a sudden, and he explained to Zhu Fatpang.

"When the potato planting is promoted next year, we must explain these shortcomings and how to restore the vitality of the land."

Zhu Chupang nodded seriously, and even asked Xiao Snot to take a notebook and record it, so that he could inform him when he turned around.

"Zhenhai Gong, according to what you say, this potato can't be stored for a long time, after all, any fruit will definitely sprout as long as it is stored for a long time."

As a woman who was often busy in the kitchen, Zhang raised a concern.

"Don't worry, Your Royal Highness has already given a solution."

Zheng He smiled, and then explained to the equally curious old man and Zhu Fatpang: "His Royal Highness Taisun means to beat these potatoes into flour, and then make them into noodles similar to noodles, as long as they are dried and not damp, it will not be a problem to leave them for two or three years."

"And this thing can be cooked and eaten like noodles, and it tastes very good!"

"And the production process has been handed over to the minister, the craftsman camp is building tools, and in two days, a batch of potato vermicelli will be made first, and I will present it to Your Majesty to taste."

"Haha, this stinky boy, I can't say anything else in advance, and this ability to study and eat is not small!"

Hearing the solution, the old man was a little worried just now, and he relaxed, and then he thought of his eldest grandson, and couldn't help but laugh and ridicule Zhu Zhangui, who was still in the Western Regions.

The laughter continued at the door of the study room until dawn.

In the early morning of the second day, just after dawn, under the leadership of the old man, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military nobles took potatoes and an ear of hybrid rice to the Taimiao Temple to pay tribute to the ancestors, and at the same time announced the news to the world.

For a while, the world shook, and hundreds of people couldn't believe that there was really such a high-yield grain in the world.

But what is written on the imperial court list is clear, and there is also the account of the old peasant who came back to watch the ceremony and his personal experience, and they can't believe it if they don't believe it.

After confirming that there was really such a high-yield grain, the people of the world cheered for a while, and they were looking forward to the day when the imperial court officially promoted high-yield crops.