Next.

Notices were posted at the entrance of the city, and literate officers were arranged to read them out in public.

The people were all amazed.

There are those who understand things, thinking of the boiling rumors in Shenjing for the rest of the month, they can't help but shake their heads and sigh, lamenting the ease of coaxing the people.

Follow the crowd.

Three days later.

The southern city area of Shenjing, the southern mound of the Temple of Heaven built by the former Ming Dynasty.

At the beginning of the year.

The people who had heard the proclamation came in twos and threes, ready to watch the excitement.

In addition to the grain prayer ceremony in the first month of each year and the heavenly sacrifice ceremony during the winter solstice, it is still extremely rare for the emperor to go to the Temple of Heaven to worship Sheji in June!

Looking at the bustling crowd, Jia Cong, who came around Emperor Chengde, was secretly speechless.

Sure enough, watching the excitement is the nature of ordinary people.

This world of Red Mansions is not exempt from vulgarity!

As the Taihe bell of the Zhai Palace was struck heavily, Emperor Chengde and the civil and military officials were already standing under the mound.

In the crisp and long bell, the hundred officials and deacons who accompanied the sacrifice were in place, and Jia Cong stood in front of the hundred officials, watching Emperor Chengde being guided to the altar of the sacrifice.

I felt a lot of emotion in my heart.

As an emperor, there are so many things to do!

Emperor Chengde, who had been fasting for three days, was dressed in the robe of the Son of Heaven and wore the crown of the sacrificial shrine, stepped on the stone steps, and slowly ascended to the altar of the sacrifice.

The expression was extremely solemn.

The former means that the sky is round and the place is round, and the latter is responsible for symbolizing the bowing of the head, showing the emperor's modesty and respect to the heavens.

After all, the Son of Heaven is also the Son of Heaven!

The top of the jacket is embroidered with a chapter of pink rice, the bottom is embroidered with a yellow, the second chapter of the yellow, and the top is embroidered with pink rice, which is to take the meaning of the people to have a support, and the bottom is embroidered with a yellow, to take its decisive and discerning meaning.

The crown is five, the clothes are three chapters, and the solemnity is indescribable.

Underneath the huge mound.

The civil and military officials of the imperial court stood in line, and the forbidden troops around them were all staring with round eyes, guns, halberds, axes, and axes, and the cold light flickered, making the people who were watching the excitement from a distance subconsciously lower their breathing.

The sky is getting brighter in the east.

The bell stopped, and then the drum music sounded, and the ceremony officially began.

The first is to welcome God.

It is also called the god of burning wood to welcome the emperor.

In the clear praise of the officials, Emperor Chengde lit the firewood and grass in the burnt wood stove, and the attendants put a whole calf dedicated to heaven into the furnace mouth to incinerate, spreading the respect of the emperor to the sky.

On the altar of the mound.

Emperor Chengde took a few steps forward, took out a silk book with a sacrificial text, and read it aloud.

"The minister is sincerely afraid, and he first told the God of Heaven and the gods of the four directions:

Since the enthronement of the ministers, he has respected the legacy of his ancestors, sympathized with the sufferings of the people, cured the five qi and art (cultivation), cared for the people, and opened the way through the mountains.

However, the state has villains to make trouble, so that the people are not at peace, relying on the protection of the Emperor of Heaven and the gods of the Quartet, give me the divine seed, the yield of more than ten stones per mu, so that the people do not have to worry.

The sky is silent and there is faith, and the earth is silent and things are made.

This is all given by the gods of the Emperor of Heaven.

Emperor Qi Tian and the gods of the Quartet blessed our great dry land, so that the five grains were abundant, and the six animals were prosperous, so that the people under his rule would not suffer from hunger and cold, and the rivers and mountains would be free from the disaster of war and fire..........

Bow down!"

Then.

Three nine-foot-tall lookout lamps illuminate the mound, accompanied by the music of neutralization played for the sacrifice and the aroma of burnt wood in the air.

The second step of the sacrifice to the heavens, the laying of jade silk, is also nearing the end.

This is followed by the third step.

Under the guidance of Si Zhu, Emperor Chengde knelt three times and bowed nine times, and offered ritual vessels containing meat such as cattle and sheep to the gods in turn.

And then the second offering, the final offering......

It wasn't until it was getting dark that the process of the ceremony was over.

It's just this time.

The festival or something, no one has gone to it for a long time.

Regardless of the civil and military officials or the people in the distance, they all stared at Emperor Chengde who was slowly descending, with deep doubts and disbelief in their eyes.

Faced with this situation.

Emperor Chengde, who had expected it, immediately ordered someone to bring a few wooden boxes that had been prepared.

A heavy wooden box filled with black soil fell to the ground, and several lush plants came into view.

Stand next to the wooden box.

Emperor Chengde's face was full of smiles, "The thing I just said to sacrifice to the heavens is this potato!"

As he spoke, he didn't wait for the civil and military officials to ask questions, so he directly ordered the guards beside him: "Dig up all the potatoes, so that my subjects can open their eyes......

"Yes."

Three guards stepped forward.

Not much.

Potatoes grown in several wooden boxes were taken out and placed on pallets that had been prepared long ago.

The light yellow potatoes stand out against the red silk cloth underneath.

The weighing rod gradually stabilized, and in the eyes of the civil and military officials, there were only thirty-two potato seedlings in total, but they produced twenty catties of potatoes.

Emperor Chengde reached out and took a potato.

"This thing can be boiled and baked, all of which can make people hungry, if the soil is gathered as a ridge, according to the interval in the wooden box, each acre of land can be planted three thousand five or six, if it is calculated, one acre of land can produce more than ten or twenty stones!"

As soon as this statement came out.

It's not just those in office who are stunned.

Even the people in the distance were full of disbelief.

In the loud communication of the guards, the people present already knew at this time that the yield of this crop called potatoes could exceed ten stones per mu!

What kind of fairy thing is this?

Don't say it's seen, even if you dream on weekdays, you don't dare to be so presumptuous!

After swallowing his saliva vigorously, Liu Ce, the head of the household, opened his mouth and asked, "The yield per mu is more than ten stones, is Your Majesty's words true?"

Hearing this, the rest of the officials also nodded in unison.

Listen to the noise in your ears.

The smile on Emperor Chengde's face became more and more vigorous, and then he said loudly: "I know that Zhong Aiqing doesn't believe it in his heart, but this matter has been verified, since last year, there have been as many as three stubbles in the imperial village, and the yield per mu has exceeded ten stones!"

"Three stubbles?"

Lu Ruoteng, the left attendant of the household department, keenly grasped the key point.

"Yes, it's three stubbles!"

Emperor Chengde nodded affirmatively, "This potato only takes three months to ripen, and under the right climate, from spring to autumn, two crops can be harvested every year!"

"Hiss......"

Everyone gasped.

The yield per mu is so high, you can actually plant two stubbles every year.

This made the people present a little suspicious, feeling that they were afraid that they were still lying in bed dreaming, otherwise how could such an outrageous thing appear?

"Your Majesty's destiny is the cause of heaven, so God gave a divine object to clear the rumors and prove his innocence!"

Qiu Shi'an next to him took advantage of the situation and shouted, "Daqian Yongchang, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Hear me.

The ministers and the people in the distance also fell to the ground, and the mountain shouted, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Emperor Chengde stood tall and proud.

I am destined for heaven!

96.

Qingfeng is not dry