In the capital in July, the scorching sun in the sky is blocked by clouds, and the heat seems to have subsided a lot.

The wolf smoke is billowing at the border pass, and the iron rider is like thunder. The army of the Ming Dynasty thundered with the momentum of ten thousand jun, north out of Badaling, where there was no tribe to stop, after several days of fierce fighting, two hundred miles of vast grassland into the Ming territory.

With the good news from the north, the Ming Dynasty's heroes were heavily injured and unexpectedly waved their troops north to occupy 200 miles of grassland, causing the entire capital to boil instantly.

This year's newly founded "Shuntian Daily" has a large headline that stands out: "The new governor of Jizhen, Chen Ji, led the Northern Expedition army north out of Juyong Pass, severely damaged the rebels and thieves, and seized 200 miles of grassland!" ”

"I am invincible to the Iron Master!"

"Two hundred miles, two hundred miles, haha......"

"Those who dare to deceive the people on my border should let them destroy the country and the clan!"

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The streets of Beijing are criss-crossed, and the news of the relevant is spreading wildly, and people are running to tell each other, and the sound of cheers, gongs and drums resounded in the sky.

In March, they learned that they had sacked Jizhen and slaughtered hundreds of people in the Ming Dynasty.

They hope that the imperial court can take revenge for the border people of our tribe. For this reason, they have been waiting for a long time, and now they are finally raising their eyebrows.

The Ming Dynasty, which they were proud of, not only designed an ambush and did not attack the troops, but also sent a large army north to occupy the prairie, directly incorporating the 200 miles of grassland into the territory.

Although I don't know what kind of grand occasion Taizong's northern expedition was back then, but now the saint has captured the 200-mile prairie, and now the heroism of Emperor Hongzhi is not weaker than Taizong.

In the absence of labor and money, today's saints not only let them eat and drink, but also open up the territory for their dynasty, what is this not a saint?

"Great!"

"If you commit a crime against me, you will be punished even if you are far away!"

"If you are like this, why worry about the world?"

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The officials and scholars were even more excited, and they gathered in the restaurant and the green building that night, and they all celebrated today's joyful victory.

The time was also coincidental, and the next day happened to be the morning of the eighth day.

"His Majesty He's also punished the Ministry!"

"His Majesty He quelled the turmoil in the north!"

"His Majesty He opened up the territory for the Ming Dynasty!"

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At the court meeting, hundreds of civil and military officials congratulated one after another, praised the military strategy of Emperor Hongzhi, and praised this talented emperor.

Although such a brilliant battle feats were achieved this time, in fact, the biggest contributor was the secret deployment of the Military Aircraft Department these days, but the civil and military officials, including the three members of the Military Aircraft Department, were willing to serve Zhu Youzhu as the divine monarch.

Jun is their heaven.

Zhu Youji's current majesty and prestige are no longer limited to the position of the emperor, but the love he received for bringing happiness to 80 million people, and it has brought glorious support to the entire Ming Dynasty.

Nowadays, Emperor Hongzhi can be said to hold the power of life and death of the civil and military people, and everyone can only obey Zhu Youji.

Zhu Youzhu coughed lightly, and handed Guo Yong a look, and Guo Yong took out the reward decree that had been prepared a long time ago.

In the face of this great victory, Zhu Youzhi was naturally very satisfied, so he ordered to reward the three armies, and promoted Pingliaobo Tiexiangshan, who successfully sniped the Mongol army, to Hou, and led the army north to the steppe, 200 miles of Jizhen Governor Chen Jijia awarded the title of Prince Shaobao, the second grade, etc.

Reward is always the only magic weapon to motivate employees to work hard.

Although he did not lead the remnants to flee north, Eastern Mongolia recaptured half of the territory from Manduhai under his own control, while the Ming Dynasty gained 200 li, and the fourth and third tribes of Haixi and Duoyan also expanded their territory.

It's just that recently, the thing that Zhu Youzhu cares about the most is not this war against the Yibu Ministry, but the treasure seeds that have been planted for five or six months have ushered in a bumper harvest season.

While the tech tree is important, if it's a problem for a person to even have enough to eat, why do you think that you can use millions of people to build a high-speed rail without causing a riot?

On the other hand, if everyone can eat enough, then more people can be liberated, and even one person can drown a country with a single spit.

Just when the people of the whole city were still intoxicated with the joy of taking 200 miles from the north, the emperor actually drove out of the palace again.

"What's going on?"

"It is said that the treasure seed is ripe!"

"If you don't talk about this, I'll forget about it!"

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Because Emperor Hongzhi has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even if any of his troubles can arouse the widespread attention of the people in the capital, and he is proud to be able to look at Longyan.

The noon gate tower is majestic and solemn, and the golden door nails sparkle in the sun, as if it is a symbol of imperial power.

The civil and military officials came in court clothes, and they waited early in the noon gate square, and in front of them was parked a golden chariot in which the Son of Heaven was riding.

From the palace road of the noon gate to the central axis outside the city, the streets on both sides have already been full of people, and thousands of people are crowded.

The people of the capital learned that the emperor was going to come to the mountain and river altar to worship the heavens today, so they flocked to both sides of the central axis of the noon gate extending to the Zhengyang gate, hoping to see the face of the sky.

With the sound of three long drums, the noon door slowly opened.

A group of armor-clad Jin Wuwei were the first to step out, armed with gold melons and silver axes, and they were extremely majestic. Immediately afterwards, there were attendants holding various ceremonial guards, dragon flags and phoenixes, and canopy treasure fans, all of which were dizzying.

Finally, under the watchful eye, the emperor came out of the palace in a dragon chariot.

I saw Zhu Youzhu dressed in a gown, wearing a crown on his head, sitting on top of the dragon chariot, with a solemn expression and deep eyes, as if he could perceive everything in the world.

After taking charge of the Ming Dynasty for many years, Zhu Youzhi has stepped up to a big step in terms of both his ruling wisdom and his imperial temperament.

Zhu Youzhu was not carried away by a victory, but he knew that food was the strongest weapon, and it was also the confidence of the Ming Dynasty to dominate the world.

Today is the harvest season, but sweet potatoes and potatoes are buried in the ground, and there is undoubtedly a lot of variability.

Liu Zhang, the new Tubo, was exceptionally silent today, as if he had reverted to the governor of the Americas who had just been sullen because of his arrival, with infinite worries on his brows.

It's just that this time it's not because he has a secret in his heart, or because he is facing a difficult choice, but because he has already begun to worry about the harvest in his heart.

He brought back potatoes, sweet potatoes and corn with him after a lot of hard work, and no matter what changes he went through in the interim, he naturally hoped to bear fruit.

It's just that he heard about it after all, and he was even more worried about the situation of "Huainan is orange, Huaibei is orange".

"Let's go!"

As a shrill eunuch's voice sounded, the court musicians followed suit.

Around the golden chariot that was slowly moving forward, the accompanying civil and military officials followed behind, everyone maintained a solemn posture, and some people began to worry about the harvest of the treasure seeds.

"The grass people knock to your majesty!"

"The grass people knock to see the prosperous Mingjun!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

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Along the way, the people knelt down and kowtowed, and the mountains shouted long live.

As a star-chaser, Zhao Laosi learned the news of the emperor's trip this time, and once again dropped the hoe at home and ran here to see Longyan from afar.

There are not a few people who think like him, and more and more people are crazy to support the emperor.

The streets are lit up with lights and drums, as if the whole capital is immersed in this grand celebration.

The mountains and rivers are the altar, and the trees in the altar are already lush.

On the stone table, various offerings have been placed here in advance, with cigarette smoke and melodious bells.

Zhu Youzhi walked on the golden wheel, led the civil and military officials to the altar, and came to the altar to start praying sincerely.

Although he knew that potatoes and sweet potatoes were high-yielding crops, in another alternate time and space, it was through the introduction of potatoes and sweet potatoes that there was a population explosion that eventually brought the total population to 40,000.

It's just that everything is unknown now, and even Zhu Youzhu doesn't dare to conclude that there will be considerable sweet potatoes or potatoes buried under the soil, and he is even mentally prepared for failure.

After completing the altar ceremony, Zhu Youzhi led the civil and military officials to the front of one acre and three points of land.

In this fertile land, the other crops have been harvested, except for the potatoes and sweet potatoes buried in the ground, and the vines of the potatoes and sweet potatoes are intertwined, but the potatoes will have to wait another half a month to ripen.

The ceremonial activities related to the harvest that the emperor participated in or presided over were often referred to as the "land ceremony" or "pro-ploughing ceremony".

This is an important Chinese etiquette, which is intended to reflect the emperor's emphasis on agricultural production and encourage the people to be diligent in farming through hands-on farming demonstrations.

Only this time it was a little different, and now Zhu Youzhi is simply eager for a good harvest, so as to successfully introduce this high-yield crop to China.

"Your Majesty, please!" Liu Jiyu, the left attendant of the Ministry of Works, stepped forward and handed a wooden hoe to Zhu Youji.

Zhu Youzhu stepped forward, and when he stepped into this one-third of an acre, he already felt the softness of the soil, not to mention that he didn't need an iron shovel, I was afraid that he could easily pull it up with his hands.

For the sake of safety, his eyes observed the situation of the dozen or so sweet potatoes, but instead of picking the ones that grew luxuriantly, he observed which one of the soil bulges strongly.

"This ...... Will it work? ”

"The leaves of that seedling are all gone!"

"Or ...... Shall we persuade Your Majesty to change it? ”

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When he saw Zhu Youzhu standing in front of a sweet potato seedling with a wooden shovel that had lost all its leaves, Jia Jun, the secretary of the Ministry of Works, and others, who had been staring at the emperor's every move, couldn't sit still, and some people even wanted to admonish.

Before they could make any move, Zhu Youzhu had already excavated vigorously, loosening the soil around the roots of the sweet potato, and then vigorously lifted the roots of the sweet potato.

I saw that the roots of the sweet potatoes that were picked up brought up a piece of soil, and the roots were red with seven or eight large or small sweet potatoes, and I couldn't help but show a look of surprise on my face: "This sweet potato is not bad, it is higher than I expected!" ”

"Oh my God, am I dazzled?"

"Shouldn't it be like a yam? This...... This is an eight-fruited plant! ”

"A small seedling can produce more than ten catties of fruit, it is really a treasure seed!"

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Even the most stable Wang Yue was stunned when he saw Zhu Youzhu pulling out the sweet potato, and he couldn't even believe his eyes.

I thought that at most there would be more fruit than yam in the ground, but who would have thought that there would be several fruits in one tree, and the red color looked very attractive.

Zhu Youzhi noticed that Tanabe couldn't hold back the hundred officials, so he waved his hand: "It's your turn!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Yin Zhi bore the brunt, although he was already old and an authentic literati, he directly began to pull sweet potatoes.

It's just that he obviously overestimated himself, and when the root broke, he immediately fell backwards and fell to the ground.

"Huh...... Then you're welcome! Zhao Chengqing, the Duke of Yasukuni, picked up the leak, and immediately took Yin Tai's place and unceremoniously pulled up the sweet potato.

Since the establishment of the Military Aircraft Pavilion, the Cabinet and the Military Aircraft Pavilion have faintly divided and countered forces, and the personnel of the two sides have begun to fight openly and secretly.

In the cognition of civil and military officials, it is natural that the cabinet is still the head, but the Military Aircraft Pavilion has recently won a beautiful victory, and now it is in the limelight.

"This is a sweet potato!"

"I really want to take a bite when I look at it!"

"It took a lot of hard work to bring it back, how can I make you ruin the heavens!"

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The officials also gathered around, and they either touched it with their hands or looked at it with their eyes, and they all began to talk about the sweet potato that had just been pulled out of the soil.

Although this is a food that many people dislike in later generations, it is now scarce and expensive, and since the price is the same as gold, I am afraid that some people are willing to pay for it.

"Your Majesty is gracious, all officials above the second grade can get half a roasted sweet potato, and the rest of the four officials will get a roasted sweet potato!" In the face of these officials who have been crying, Zhu Youzhu is also gracious.

Sweet potato seeds are different from rice in that they are obtained by keeping some or all of the sweet potato tubers, so most of the food will not affect the next planting.

What's more, Liu Zhang brought back a lot of seeds, and now the sweet potatoes planted in the Huangzhuang have ushered in a bumper harvest, and the supply of sweet potatoes is actually sufficient.

Under the tutelage of Zhu Youji, the palace chef has become more efficient, and at the same time has a wider variety of cooking techniques. Since the rise of grilled fish, barbecue has become a very popular way of cooking.

In this park-like mountain and river altar, a unique feast of roasted sweet potatoes is being staged.

In the exquisite craftsmanship of the imperial chefs, the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes slowly spreads, and the whole world seems to be enveloped in this sweet smell.

"It smells so good!"

"I'm hungry!"

"Wait, we'll be able to eat it soon!"

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The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes fills the air and makes people salivate, and they are both expectant and nervous about the sweet potatoes they are about to eat, and their eyes are fixed on the sweet potatoes being roasted.

The roasted sweet potatoes were presented one by one, and because they needed to be divided into two or four parts, they needed to be cut by a eunuch with a knife, and the aroma suddenly overflowed.

The golden flesh shimmered seductively in the light of the fire, and the civil and military officials had begun to choke frantically as they looked at the food in front of them.

Color and aroma, sweet potatoes have occupied two seats.

Finally, at the suggestion of Zhu Youji, the officials picked up the sweet potatoes one after another, gently peeled off the skin, revealing the soft and glutinous inside, and then tasted them with various moods.

"This sweet potato is really sweet and delicious, and the aftertaste is endless!" After an elderly civil official savored it, he couldn't help but express some emotion.

A Wu Xun had already finished eating, and he seemed to lick his lips unsatisfied: "That's right, I didn't expect this ordinary sweet potato to be so delicious, it's really a surprise!" ”

The officials talked while eating, their faces filled with satisfied and happy smiles.

Zhu Youzhu saw the sweet potato that had been peeled and charred, picked up one end of the sweet potato, carefully blew the hot air, and then took a bite.

After tasting the taste of roasted sweet potatoes that I hadn't eaten for a long time, I don't know if it was because I hadn't eaten them for too long, or because the sweet potatoes of this era were sweeter, but I ate them regardless of the hot mouth.

The officials below were even more crazy, some officials didn't even let go of the skin, and even appeared to bully the small, and after eating their own small half of the piece, they even wanted to compete for the sweet potatoes in the hands of other officials.

Propaganda is very important in any era, and the appetite of the civil and military officials is more conducive to the rapid spread of sweet potatoes.

Now seeing the reaction of the civil and military officials, he knows that in a few years, sweet potatoes, potatoes and corn will be planted all over the country, and the population of the Ming Dynasty will reach 40,000 people. (End of chapter)