Half a month later, Bifeng Huangzhuang.

Today's Huangzhuang is a little more lively than other times. Guy is the day the corn is ripe and the bet is decided. The matter of going to the sea Fengmingzhou can be called boiling in Yingtianfu, and I don't know how many people are staring at this gambling contract. Therefore, in addition to the imperial history of conservatives such as Lian Zining, other craftsmen, students, and businessmen are even more squeezed into this small cornfield. Even most of the senior members of the court and the central government also came here, if it weren't for Lao Zhu not coming in person in the palace, in this muddy field, he could even directly hold a court meeting.

Lian Zining's face was quite ugly, and behind him, the conservatives who were originally fairly numerous were now only five or six people left. Others, either because they were dissuaded by their family benefactors, or because they felt the pressure from the court, changed their ways one after another in the rest of the month, and even he Lian Zining himself received letters from benefactors who were kind to him when he was studying in the past.

But the more this is the case, the more he feels that going to sea will be a disaster. Now it's just one trip to sea, which has caused such a big wave, if you go a few more times, won't it be more important for everyone to gain and the people's will to collapse?

But at this point, he also knew in his heart that the current tide of going to sea was no longer something that he could stop with such a small supervising imperial history.

Now, we can only hope that the corn harvest is poor, and King Zhou keeps his promise, or he can win the capital for the conservatives to turn around......

"Your Highness, the official fight has been delivered." Several soldiers carried more than a dozen rice buckets for weighing and placed them on the edge of the cornfield, and then hugged their fists at Zhu Su.

This time the corn harvest, Zhu Su asked for fairness and justice in everything, because Bifeng Huangzhuang is a royal industry, and the rice bucket used to collect grain on weekdays is also owned by the royal family, in order to avoid suspicion, Zhu Su deliberately did not use Huangzhuang's own rice bucket, but borrowed more than a dozen official buckets from the surrounding county government. In addition to Lian Zining of the conservative faction and Yang Shiqi of the maritime faction, Song Lian, the most respected scholar of today, was specially invited. Song Lian's character is well known to the world, although he has entered a new school when he is old, but the reputation he has accumulated over the past few decades is admired by everyone in Tianfu.

Even if his students made mistakes, Song Lian punished them impartially and never covered them up. Moreover, he is old and virtuous, and he will never do anything to destroy his life's reputation for the sake of a mere corn. With him as a guarantee for this gamble, both conservatives and maritime factions are relieved.

"In that case, please ask Master Song to order the harvest to begin." Zhu Su said to Song Lian.

Song Lian nodded with a smile, the old man never really cared about any gambling contracts, he lived to such an age, all he cared about was whether the world was prosperous and whether the people were healthy. Hearing that the crops from Fengmingzhou were more productive than the traditional rice, the old man was full of expectations, and he did not shirk when he heard the words, and beckoned to Zhu Shouqian: "In this case, the king of Jingjiang will harvest it." ”

"Yes, Master Song." Zhu Shouqian stood in the mud without hesitation, his face dark. If it weren't for this royal robe, no one would really be able to see that he was also the prince of the Zhu family. But today he is not hands-on, since a few farmers who have been instructed to start harvesting corn under the guidance of Zhu Shouqian, one by one corn cobs are put into the box from the ground, and another batch of farmers use the prepared equipment for threshing corn, peel off the corn kernels one by one from the corn stalks, and put them into the rice bucket to weigh.

"This land...... It's just an inferior field, right? Good, good, inferior fields, but can produce such good grain, golden color, rich color, indeed live up to the name of 'corn'. Song Lian happily pinched a few grains of corn, very rarely, put the corn kernels in the sun and looked at them for a while, and then stuffed them into his mouth, and after a while, he shook his head with intoxication and said: "The taste is correct and sweet, and the vegetables are also food, and they are not greedy...... Good crops! The rations that the people can eat have now added another category! "The old man is very agricultural, even if the yield of corn is not as good as that of rice, but it is not as harsh as the land requirements of rice, and this alone makes Song Lian feel that this corn is a good thing.

"There are many ways to eat this corn. It can be boiled or fried, stuffy or steamed. Not only can it be satisfying, ground into powder to make pasta, but it can also be stored for a long time...... It is the leftover corn stalks, chopped to feed pigs, dried to burn firewood, can be described as treasures. Zhu Su said on the side. One more corn, I don't know how many more delicacies will come to the table of my Ming people. ”

"The people take food as the sky, the good, the good!" The old man smiled happily, his eyes narrowed. Now, he firmly believes in the correctness of pursuing the national policy of opening up the territory and expanding the territory. If you don't have the courage to forge ahead, how can you find that there are such good things overseas?

"Now, how many buckets have you weighed?"

"Back to the hospital, I've already weighed five buckets." Beside Song Lian, a Guozi supervisor in charge of statistics replied. This time, the students Song Lian brought to help were all from the Agricultural College, and they were all proficient in farming, and when they saw the corn harvest today, they couldn't help but show surprise on their faces. "Looking at the current harvest progress, if you change to wheat and rice, even if it is the best watered land, the most soil will be harvested, and only more than four buckets will be produced."

"And this corn has now begun to load the sixth bucket...... Not to mention, it's just a low-class ......."

"That's so much?" Song Lian was even more pleasantly surprised when he heard it. "God gives this good seed, the Ming Dynasty is very lucky, and the people are very lucky!"

He is old, accustomed to the world, and has been extremely stable, but it is rare for him to lose his temper like this.

Zhu Su smiled slightly, undeniable. In all fairness, he really didn't think that advantage was anything. Judging from the current harvest progress, this acre of corn land will only harvest about 300 catties of corn at most. If it is replaced with potatoes and a thousand catties are dug out of an acre of land, then it will not make the old man faint with joy?

Even if the improved varieties and cultivation methods are not as good as those of later generations, a discount can be made, and one acre of land will have 500 catties of potatoes.

It was enough to make these old and serious people, including Lao Zhu and Song Lian, collectively faint with excitement.

Most of the people watching around also understand the yield per mu, even if they don't understand, hearing the whispering and discussion in the crowd, they should also know that the yield of this corn is higher than that of ordinary crops. Over there, Lian Zining and other conservatives were already disgraced. They had just harvested an acre of high-quality fields around Yingtianfu yesterday as a benchmark, and in order to ensure victory, that acre of land was carefully selected by him Lian Zining these days to ensure that the yield per mu was even better than that of other places. Rao was like this, and only harvested more than 270 catties of grain.

This figure can be called a good harvest at the moment.

But according to the current view, there are at least 300 catties of corn.

They are already losing.

"Lian Gong, this ......" Behind Lian Zining, there are conservative Yushi who have begun to be at a loss.

"Alas...... If this is the case, what can be done about it? I never thought that there would really be such an excellent grain in this world. Lian Zining's face was gloomy, and he said to his colleagues behind him: "Princess, the matter has come to this, we should pack our bags early......

"I just want to be in Fengmingzhou in the future, as the forerunner of China, and I can also win a name in the past and ......"

(End of chapter)