Daming: At the beginning, recognize Zhu Yuanzhang as grandfather!

Chapter 65 This meal is so bad!
"Sweet potatoes?"

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned, and asked suspiciously: "What is it? Why haven't we heard of it!"

"Good stuff, you'll know later!"

Huang Xiongying didn't rush to explain, if you say something rashly, others will think you are a fool.

He also doesn't like any dramas that slap the ancients in the face, after all, he just took advantage of the traversers.

Sweet potato, also known as sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato and so on.

This kind of thing is just a rare and common thing in later generations, but it has an extremely unusual significance for this era, especially for the Ming Dynasty that has entered the Little Ice Age.

For people in this period, sweet potato can be called a miraculous crop, because it does not require fertile soil or hard care, and the manpower and material resources invested in it are far less than that of rice or wheat. The output far exceeds the former.

According to the original historical process, sweet potato was introduced to the Central Plains around the Wanli period, and it was brought back from Luzon (today's Philippines) by a businessman named Chen Zhenlong.

But at that time, it did not receive the attention of the court.

It was not until the braid dynasty that sweet potatoes were taken seriously, especially in the Qianlong dynasty.

After the development of the three dynasties of Kang, Yong and Qian, China's population has reached the 2 million mark, far exceeding any time in previous history, but the economy at that time did not keep up with the pace of population growth.

Whether it was Yongzheng's urging to reclaim wasteland, or Qianlong's maximizing the land's benefits, they could not solve this kind of irreconcilable contradiction between man and land. The last kings of all dynasties have tried to varying degrees, but none of them succeeded. Take the end of Ming Dynasty as an example. , the large population growth is also one of the reasons for its demise.

According to historical fate, the early years of Qianlong should have been an era when all blessings had been exhausted.The population growth at this time is close to the limit of the original land carrying capacity, more and more people should be starved to death, and among the others who almost starved to death, more and more people will take risks to feed themselves...

However, the timely promotion of sweet potato and its companions continued the life of the Qing Dynasty, allowing him to continue to survive for more than 200 years. Its companions include potatoes, corn, peppers, and tobacco...

It can be seen how much energy a small sweet potato has for the era of small-scale peasant economy.

That's why Huang Xiongying was so excited that he lost his composure in front of Xu Huizu when he first discovered that the ginseng from the Lu Song Kingdom was sweet potatoes.

The grandfather and grandson were talking, when a waiter came up to him.

"My lord, please come inside. The inside is spacious and you can see the palace from above. Would you like to sit up there?"

"Oh?"

Zhu Yuanzhang stopped, glanced at the restaurant, and asked, "Is there a clean place here?"

Xiao Er nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, there is a private room upstairs, it is very clean!"

"Dasun, come in and have a seat?"

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and asked Huang Xiongying, who nodded.

"Go, go upstairs!"

As Zhu Yuanzhang said, he walked in like a dragon and a tiger...

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang and Huang Xiongying go in, Jiang Yu behind them stopped the shop waiter: "My master doesn't like to make noise, so you give us all the above, and no one is allowed to go up."

As he spoke, Jiang Yu took out a piece of silver from his bosom.

The waiter in the shop nodded repeatedly with a smile: "Okay, sir, I'll do it right away..."

Go upstairs.

The waiter led several people to the private room.

Huang Xiongying asked Xiangdian Xiaoer: "Xiaoer, what signature dishes do you have here?"

"Guest officer, we mainly serve Yangzhou cuisine. There are Yangzhou salted duck, roast square, general crossing the bridge, duck wrapped with shark's fin, Yangzhou fried rice..."

Xiao Er reported the names of some dishes.

Huang Xiongying nodded, and said: "Then let me have a salted duck, a piece of green vegetables, a piece of Yangzhou fried rice, and also, go and buy a piece of sesame seed cakes and duck blood soup from the opposite street."

"Okay, okay, this is good!"

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and said, not forgetting to tell: "Hurry up, or the taste will change as soon as it gets cold!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

The little second master could tell that these two masters were not ordinary people, and hurriedly followed orders...

Enter the private room.

I have to say that this private room is indeed very elegantly furnished, and when you come to the corridor outside, you will have a very wide view. You can have a panoramic view of the bustling Chang'an Street nearby, and in the distance, you can faintly see row upon row of imperial palaces.

"Da Sun, look, this is our Daming!"

Looking at the lively scene in front of him, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help showing a proud look on his face.

"Yes!"

Huang Xiongying nodded: "Emperor Hongwu is really an amazing emperor. In just 20 years since the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, he cleaned up the dilapidated rivers and mountains left by the Mongolian Yuan, and returned the people of the world to a peaceful and prosperous world!"

After hearing Huang Xiongying's words, Zhu Yuanzhang's face was as if he had drunk honey.

The praise from my great-grandson, and the praise without knowing my identity, is much more comfortable and credible than the flattery of those ministers.

"grandfather."

Huang Xiongying looked in the direction of the palace and said, "Do you know what Suner admires the most about Emperor Hongwu?"

"what?"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Huang Xiongying casually, but he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Just listen to Huang Xiongying slowly saying: "What my grandson admires most about Emperor Hongwu is that Emperor Hongwu really puts the people in the world in his heart. During the Ming Dynasty, the people could report officials and set up a grievance drum outside the Meridian Gate, so that ordinary people can also Appealing grievances, just this point, is unique in all dynasties!"

After hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed softly, and said: "But we heard that many court officials complained in private that Emperor Hongwu was too harsh, his salary was too low, and he was an official for thousands of miles, but his life was still very tight. !"

"Ah--"

Huang Xiongying chuckled lightly: "Being an official, don't you have to get rich?"

Swish!
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he couldn't help but slapped the railing with his big hand, and shouted: "Okay! Do you have to get rich to be an official? My grandson said it so well!"

These words can be said to go directly to Zhu Yuanzhang's heart.

He hates corrupt officials. This hatred stems from both blood and reason.

When he was a poor man, he hated evil because of his painful experience in life at the bottom. As an emperor, his hatred came from his love for the Ming Dynasty he founded. He was afraid that these rats would bite the Ming Dynasty he had worked so hard to build.

Not only for the people of the world, but also to stabilize the rule of the Zhu family.

The two are not contradictory, but complementary, because only when the people live and work in peace and contentment, the Ming Dynasty founded by Zhu Yuanzhang will last forever.

Therefore, Zhu Yuanzhang killed corrupt officials painfully, both for the public and for the private.

"Grandson, grandpa is so happy that you have such an understanding!"

Zhu Yuanzhang patted Huang Xiongying's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile: "At the beginning when you told us that you wanted to go into business, we were really worried that you would go astray. Think about the grain merchants around the disaster area this time. , I don’t even want my head!”

"We heard that this time, the emperor killed them all, and exiled all the young and old in the family! Hehe, these merchants should be killed, otherwise they will burn like wildfire. Once the wind blows, It was blown out again!"

Huang Xiongying nodded. In fact, he had already expected such a result for the grain merchants in the disaster area.

"Businessmen who make a fortune in the country should be killed, but there is nothing wrong with doing business!"

As he said, Huang Xiongying pointed to the bustling Chang'an Street, and said to Zhu Yuanzhang: "Look at the dance pavilions, singing tables, and Qianzhuang restaurants outside. They are not all bad. They are also the embodiment of peace and prosperity!"

"What you said last time made sense. Of course our Ming Dynasty was based on agriculture, but if there were no merchants, how could we have the prosperous scene in front of us? It's like planting trees that need fertilizer to flourish. , and they are the fertilizer!"

"Um……"

Zhu Yuanzhang showed a thoughtful look, and smiled after a while: "Our eldest grandson is right, they are fertilizer, but ah..."

"Let's keep the good manure and eradicate all the bad manure!"

At this time, the waiter came to serve the food.

I have to say that this Yangzhou cuisine is quite authentic. The salted duck is plump, rotten but not scattered, and the color is bright.

There are also sesame biscuits and duck blood vermicelli soup bought from the opposite street.

Just looking at it makes people move their index fingers.

"Da grandson, eat!"

Zhu Yuanzhang greeted, picked up his most beloved biscuits, and gnawed them beautifully.

"Eat all over the capital, the biscuits made by our grandson are still delicious!"

Zhu Yuanzhang started to eat, but Huang Xiongying looked at Jiang Yu who was guarding outside the house, and said, "Brother Jiang, don't stand still, let's eat together!"

Jiang Yu was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Huang Xiongying to call him, and quickly said: "Mr. Huang, I... I'm not hungry!"

Huang Xiongying smiled and said: "I ordered too much, and my grandfather and I will never forget to eat it. If you don't eat it, it will be wasted!"

"I……"

Jiang Yu didn't know how to respond for a while, so he had to look at Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't raise his eyelids, and said while eating: "Don't you understand what our grandson said? Our grandson told you to eat, so you eat!"

Hearing this, Jiang Yu hurriedly cupped his fists: "Thank you, Mr. Huang!"

After the case of Hu Weiyong, Jiang Yu took the place of Mao Xiang as the commander of Jinyiwei, and has been with the old emperor for many years, but how can He De eat at the same table with the old emperor?
So in the process of walking, even Jiang Yu, who is used to seeing life and death, trembled slightly with both legs.

This is much harder than letting him kill someone!
After finally sitting down, Jiang Yu couldn't help but secretly glanced at the old emperor. Fortunately, he found that the old emperor only cared about eating and ignored him at all, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Jiang, eat."

Huang Xiongying moved his chopsticks, and greeted Jiang Yu by the way.

Jiang Yu nodded again and again, like a young lady who met her in-laws for the first time, quickly picked up the bowls and chopsticks, for fear that the grandson would pick up food for her suddenly, so she would kill him!

Watching Zhou Ji being skinned at the beginning, the tea in Jiang Yu's hand became more and more flavorful the more he drank it, but now the exquisite Yangzhou fried rice was in his mouth, but it was tasteless to eat.

Huang Xiongying and the old man ate very happily.

The old man wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, looked at Huang Xiongying who was eating, and said, "We are getting old, we can't eat much, grandson, you are different, you should eat more!"

"Ah."

Huang Xiongying nodded.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "By the way, where did we just talk about? Oh yes, fertilizer!"

"Good fertilizer can make the branches and leaves of trees prosper, but bad fertilizer will only make the trees we plant grow worse. It's like profiteers in the disaster area driving up food prices. We can't keep them!"

Huang Xiongying nodded, and replied: "The profiteers should be killed, but my grandson thinks that it is not that simple, because under the rule of Emperor Hongwu, they are not so courageous, there must be a force behind them to support them .”

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's face suddenly sank.

King Zhu of Qi, his seventh son, was afraid that he would be aggressive and aggressive, so he stayed in Qingzhou for a long time without being disciplined and causing trouble.

In order to let his son use this kind of brave and ruthless energy to deal with the enemy, Zhu Yuanzhang ordered him to follow his fourth brother Zhu Di to conquer Mongolia in the north. Don't compete with the generals at all times, just to let him know how to restrain himself.

But he didn't expect that in these years, this concubine who was sent to his hometown Fengyang to experience the hardships of the peasant family has become more and more arrogant.

Zhu Yuanzhang said in a deep voice, "The force behind them is King Qi."

"King Qi?"

Huang Xiongying frowned suddenly, obviously he did not expect that this matter would involve the prince of Jiufan.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slowly,

The surprise in Huang Xiongying's eyes was fleeting, and he immediately lowered his voice and said, "This is a big matter, so it's better not to talk about it."

Huang Xiongying still knows a little about this King of Qi, Zhu Yu.

Because his biological mother was Concubine Ding Dashi, it was rumored that Dashi was Chen Youliang's concubine, who was brought into the harem by Zhu Yuanzhang as a trophy, and gave birth to two sons for Zhu Yuanzhang, namely the seventh son, Qi Wang Zhu Yu, and the eighth son, Tan Wang Zhu Zi.

There are even rumors in later generations that Tan Wang Zhu Zi is Chen Youliang's posthumous son.

This is pure nonsense. The seventh son, King Qi, is not a posthumous son, but the younger eighth son, King Tan?
Obviously, these are all braids to discredit Emperor Hongwu.

Now that disaster relief involves a feudal king with a number of calendars and outstanding military exploits, it is no longer an easy problem to solve.

Unexpectedly, the old man smiled and said: "It's late, the old emperor has already asked for our opinion."

"what?"

Huang Xiongying looked at the old man in surprise, and said, "Then what do you say?"

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Huang Xiongying, and said: "We don't dare to reply indiscriminately. King Qi just made a lot of contributions a few years ago, and it's only two years since he made such a big mistake. We don't know How should I deal with it!"

"We want to hear what you think of King Qi, and give us some ideas!"

After hearing this, Huang Xiongying frowned.

On the other hand, Jiang Yu, who was on the side, was already terrified, sitting on pins and needles, not daring to take a breath.

Why did you talk about dealing with the prince?
The old emperor wants to hear it, but I don't want to hear it!
It's okay, they say theirs, I'll just eat my meal.

Jiang Yu kept comforting himself in his heart.

But he found out...

Why does this rice have no fucking taste at all?

(End of this chapter)