I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

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

"Three Treasures have been with me for most of my life. They have fought on the battlefield and made great contributions to the country by killing enemies. Now they have made such great contributions to the imperial court and Shenzhou. Today, I announced that Zheng He will be canonized as the Lord of Zhenhai, and he will be entitled to the Daming Ancestral Temple. In addition, temples and shrines will be built in the world to enjoy Zhu's descendants and all people in the world, and worship them from generation to generation, and never forget the grace of their full stomach."

"Dr. Zhenhai has lived for thousands of years!"

"Dr. Zhenhai has lived for thousands of years!"

The common people cheered, but the officials looked a little unhappy.

Old Zhu stipulated that one cannot be knighted unless he has made military achievements, and Zhu Di made Zheng He a duke, which broke his father's rules.

But then he thought of Zheng He's great contribution, he is indeed entitled to this treatment.

Moreover, the other party is still a eunuch, and there will be no descendants in the future. This title is only for this generation, and it will have no effect on the future, so everyone feels better.

As for objecting, only a fool would dare to stand up and object.

Regardless of whether the emperor will be angry or not, the people around will eat those who oppose him alive.

"Your Majesty, please think twice, the subject is only a trivial achievement, how dare you enjoy such a holy grace!"

Others didn't dare to refuse, but Zheng He, the person involved, didn't dare to accept it, and quickly knelt down to ask the old man to take back the order.

Hearing this, the old man's expression was serious, he pretended to be angry, and stared at Zheng He and said: "You are not joking, Sanbao, you bastard, do you think you can't resist the order?"

"This…"

Zheng He smiled wryly and wanted to bite the bullet and refuse.

"Hehe, Lord Zhenhai, this is the imperial decree of the emperor, and it was announced in front of all civil and military officials and the people of the world. If you refuse, not only the emperor will be unhappy, but Gu will also be unhappy."

Zhu Pangpang, who was at the side, noticed the slight wink from the old man, stepped forward with a smile, and tried to persuade Zheng He.

Seeing that both the emperor and the crown prince stood up, and in front of so many people, if Zheng He knew how to refuse, the emperor might be really upset.

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

"Sir 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 award, the old man laughed and pulled him up.

Then facing below, the fleet soldiers who looked enviously at Zheng He said loudly: "Fleet soldiers step forward."

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

They didn't expect that these low-level soldiers would be rewarded by the emperor.

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

But the credit for bringing back the potatoes is too great, and not only Daming will benefit, but also future generations.

When Daming has potatoes, the National Games will directly increase by half.

If Ming's national luck has 200 years, potatoes can add 100 years of national luck, plus hybrid rice.

As long as the descendants of the Zhu family don't do anything outrageous, the curse of the 300-year dynasty in the Central Plains will be completely broken by Daming.

Such a great contribution falls on one person, let alone a duke, a prince is more than enough. …

This is how the old man thinks about this reward.

The credit for bringing back the potatoes was created by many people. My grandson gave the voyage route and sample map. The credit is naturally not small, but the old man didn't think about rewarding it.

In the future, the throne has been passed on to him, so what reward do we need, besides, he is still from his own family, and this brat has gained such a big reputation under his mother's propaganda, and he has gained enough, what more reward does he want.

And as a supporter of the fleet, his achievements in the history books will naturally be added. In addition, he is the emperor, so it is impossible for him to reward himself.

The prince Zhu Pangpang is purely for cheap. He didn't do anything. With the help of his father and son's relationship, he left his name in history. It is good enough not to ask him for the franchise fee. How could he even give him a reward? .

Zheng He, as the leader of the sea trip, naturally ranked first in credit besides Lao Zhu's family.

It is definitely impossible to become a king, so after careful consideration, the old man named him Lord Zhenhai and assigned him to the Taimiao, which can be said to be extremely gracious.

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

So the old man used it as a reward to see it in the private temple, replacing those money and beauties.

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

"Crash!"

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

"Get up, get up!"

The old man smiled and waved for everyone to stand up.

After the soldiers got up, the old man looked at a soldier whose skin was slightly darkened by the sun due to long-term sailing at sea, and felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

He remembered a sentence Zhu Zhangui once said.

"There is no such thing as a wise king or lord in the world. All of this is the result of the hard work of the people, the hard work of the soldiers, and the hard work of the ministers."

"Without the silent contributions of these bottom-level people, the so-called peerless master of the prosperous dynasty is just a little clever guy who loves fantasy."

Reaching out for the torch next to him, the old man slowly stepped off the stage and walked past every soldier.

No matter which soldier passed by, he would stare deeply at the other's face.It seems that I want to keep these young faces and the figures of warriors who bleed and sacrifice for the country and nation in my mind.

It was the first time that they were so close to the emperor, and the emperor still looked at them like this. The excited soldiers straightened their waists, showing their most perfect posture to their emperor and lord.

"Okay, they're all good guys!"

Every time he walked in front of a person, the old man would give a slight nod of praise.

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

But every soldier who heard it 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 and daughter-in-law, have you seen that the emperor praised me personally."

Walking in front of the last soldier, the old man reached out and patted his shoulder. Under the soldier's flushed face, he strode towards the stage. …

Zhu Pangpang, who was following behind, couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The old man's method of buying people's hearts is still so strong.

Just look at the excited and enthusiastic appearance of these soldiers, if there are 10 enemies on the opposite side, and the old man orders them to charge, I am afraid that these people will rush up without hesitation and fight the enemy desperately.

No wonder my son often talks to himself.

Don't just stay at home. When you have time, go out and ask about the rules of the people's homes, and care about the lives of soldiers and officials at the bottom.

Although this is just for show, this is what people at the bottom like the most.

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

Ever since Zhu Zhangui mentioned this, Zhu Pangpang also thought about going down to the bottom to have a look.

But thinking of the narrow-minded appearance of his old man, Zhu Pangpang still gave up this idea.

He is different from his son.

Not only will the old man not be angry when his son does these things, but he will also be pleased.

But if he does this, the old man should think about it.

You little chubby bastard, you are so eager to buy people's hearts, do you want to do something out of the ordinary?
Back at the stage, the old man faced everyone and said loudly.

"The soldiers who went to sea this time, whether they came back or not, will all be conferred the title of nobleman. Those who come back will be led by their eldest son and father!"

In an instant, there was an uproar below.

Nobleman is a new title established by the Ming Dynasty in the past two years. Although it is only the lowest nobleman, it is of great significance to the court and the common people.

With this status, his family is no longer a family of untouchables, but a family of honorable nobles in the imperial court.

If there is another hardworking person in the next generation, it is very possible to make a fortune in the future.

According to the new noble inheritance rules formulated by the Ming Dynasty, although these nobles pass away in this generation, the next generation will be cancelled.

But their descendants, because of this status, can find a job to support their families in the local yamen.

Those who have made outstanding contributions may even be employed as errands in Jinyiwei.

In this way, as long as he has this title, he can live comfortably for at least three generations.

"His Majesty!"

Yang Shiqi stood up as soon as the old man finished speaking.

If he had only served as Minister of the Ministry of War, he would only feel that this matter was a bit too much, but he would not stand up and give opinions.

After all, as the Minister of the Ministry of War, you are the Minister of the Ministry of War, and you are rewarded by soldiers. Do you, the Minister of the Ministry of War, still want to do it?

But as the representative of the cabinet minister Confucianism, he must stand up for this matter.

It doesn't matter if Zheng He is singled out, 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, which will not have much impact on the court.

But the old man named tens of thousands of nobles all of a sudden, which has a different meaning.

If it is only for these living seals, with the current financial resources of the imperial court, that is, thousands of people will receive salaries every year.

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

But now that tens of thousands of people have been banned, the meaning is different.

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

According to the new aristocratic laws enacted by the imperial court, these emerging aristocrats have the right and qualification to compete for some small positions in the local yamen.

Tens of thousands of people join the yamen, how much profit and cake will this move.

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

If tens of thousands of people who are grateful to the emperor join the court yamen, then the Confucian school may 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. Zhu Di's actions in this way directly took a handful of sand in the originally stable lower-level yamen.

As for the exemption of agricultural tax for these new nobles, Yang Shiqi didn't consider it.

With the current income capacity of the imperial court, not to mention tens of thousands of little nobles, even tens of thousands of earls, they can support themselves by gnashing their teeth.

Moreover, these small nobles are tax-free, and they only work when the beneficiary is alive. Once the title is cancelled, these benefits will also be cancelled.

It has only been a few decades, and with the current financial resources of the imperial court, the imperial court still looks down on such a small amount of money.

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

Just after announcing the award, the old man, who was in a good mood looking at the soldier Xie En, saw Yang Shiqi standing up, his face turned cold all of a sudden.

Sensing the old man's menacing and murderous eyes, Yang Shiqi opened his mouth, thinking to say no under pressure, but his legs were disobedient, and he stood still.

"minister…"

Taking a few breaths, Yang Shiqi suppressed the panic in his heart, opened his mouth and raised his head, the old man directly opened his mouth and blocked him to death.

"You agree too!"

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

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

"Your majesty is wise, and the minister seconded the proposal!"

"Hahaha...very good, you are indeed my cabinet minister."

Not knowing whether it was a compliment or a threat, the old man waved at him and told him to retreat.

Glancing at the other courtiers who wanted to stand up, the old man gave a threatening look, and laughed so that the kneeling soldiers stood up.

Then he said loudly to everyone present.

"Today is a happy event for my Ming Dynasty. I announced that the curfew will be lifted for the next three days. Cheers to my Ming Dynasty for no longer having to worry about hunger."

"Long live, long live the emperor!"

There was another cheer in an instant.

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

"Uncle Shen Nong, these rice plants cannot be used as seeds!"

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

The old man nodded. Although he couldn't understand why this happened, he didn't care about it, as long as the people below knew it.

"Natsuhara Yoshi!"

"Chen is here!"

"These hybrid rice should not be stored in the warehouse, but distributed to everyone present, and let the common people taste the taste of the new rice."

"The minister obeys the order!"...

Although Xia Yuanji had some heartache, he was not as determined as Yang Shiqi.

Besides, now the imperial court is not short of money or food, as long as the emperor is 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 hands at the people, jumped off the stage to pick up some potatoes, told the guards to guard them, and then took Zhu Pangpang and his wife, as well as Zheng He, back to the palace.

No sleep tonight or morning.

There are laughter and firecrackers and fireworks everywhere.

And Qinhuai River, the largest gold-selling cave in Jinling, is brightly lit and crowded with people.

Laughter and the sound of drums kept coming from the boats and boats of the painting boats, and the singer's singing continued all night long.

It was midnight now, and the old man still didn't feel any sleepiness, and set up a brazier at the door of Shang's study with great vigor.

He took out the potatoes and placed them on top. While waiting for the potatoes to be cooked, the old man and Zhu Pangpang, who was sitting next to him, listened to Zheng He telling stories about the sea.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness, please look here!"

Holding a chart in his hand, Zheng He said excitedly while gesticulating: "These two continents can be said to be very fertile, and their area is estimated to be larger than that of our Ming Dynasty. The abundance of products on them dazzles me."

"more importantly…"

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

"These two vast continents are still inhabited by unenlightened indigenous people."

The old man's breathing was a little short, and his eyes were fixed on the two continents, with a look of greed in them.

But then looking at the far distance, he sighed helplessly.

These two continents are too far away from Da Ming. To control them, Da Ming will spend countless manpower and material resources, and there is no guarantee that there will be troubles in the later stage.

Once something goes wrong here, it will be very difficult for Da Ming to rescue him, and Da Ming may not be able to control even the slightest setback.

What's more, he is getting older now, his body is getting worse every day, and some things are really powerless.

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 brat. When you go down later, if you don't take these two pieces of land, don't blame dad for whipping you."

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

It's a little embarrassing.

Anyway, he couldn't do it, so it probably depends on his son's ability.

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

After listening to Zheng He's narration, the old man narrowed 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."

Both Zheng He and Zhu Pangpang agreed 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, the West will definitely have frequent wars in the future.

"Father, the potatoes are ripe!"

Since the grandson was still in school, and the other grandsons and daughter-in-laws were all in Peking, Zhang couldn't sleep in the East Palace by himself, so he came over to serve the three of them. …

The three of them were chatting just now, and it was not easy for her to interrupt as a woman, so she took care of those baked potatoes for the old man.

As the fire roasted, the aroma of the potatoes became stronger and stronger. Mrs. Zhang took out one and squeezed it. After confirming that it was cooked, she peeled off the skin and handed it to the old man.

"Thank you for your hard work, boss daughter-in-law!"

Mrs. Zhang smiled slightly, said that she should, 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 potato and taking a bite, the old man squinted his eyes and chewed carefully, savoring the sweetness that he had never enjoyed before.

This sweetness does not come from potatoes, but from the happiness that Ming's descendants are no longer hungry, and the satisfying sweetness that future generations can have enough to eat.

"Three Treasures, this potato tastes very good, the yield is also very high, and it is very convenient to grow. 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 his throat swelled. He suddenly remembered that such a good food, would there be any shortcomings?
Zheng He, who was sipping hot food on the side, quickly put down the half-eaten potato in his hand, wiped his mouth and replied straight.

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

As soon as this remark came out, the three people beside the brazier became nervous.

This food is related to the future of Daming. If there are any major shortcomings, it will be a hidden risk for Daming.

Seeing the nervous expressions of the three, Zheng He realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly explained.

"These shortcomings are not a problem with the food itself, but that it consumes a lot of land."

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

Picking up an unbaked potato, Zheng He said seriously to the old man and the three: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince, and the Crown Princess, although these potatoes are high-yield, they consume the land itself, and every output is a waste of the land itself." consumption."

"So potatoes can only be planted for one season. If you want to plant them again, you have to let the land rest for two or three years and recover your strength before continuing to plant."

Seeing that the three wanted to ask questions, Zheng He motioned for the three to listen to him first.

Seeing this, the three waited silently.

"According to the research of Chen and Uncle Shen Nong, as well as the information given by His Highness, we found that if we want to maintain a high yield of potatoes, we need to plant a season of potatoes of each kind, and we need to plant soybeans for 2 to 3 years, and let the land that has grown potatoes rest for two years. , add nutrients."

"It's like us eating. After doing heavy work, you have to eat to supplement. If you don't supplement, you will be exhausted just by working."

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

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

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

Such a high-yield auspicious food, if they don't pay a price, they really can't believe it.

Sure enough, it is the causal cycle of the five elements of heaven and earth. To gain something, you must pay, which is in line with the way of heaven and earth. …

"Also, if the potatoes have green sprouts on them, people can no longer eat them."

"Because green and sprouting potatoes, due to some special reasons, a toxin will be produced inside. If it is mild, it will cause vomiting and diarrhea, and if it is severe, it may be fatal."

Zheng He also mentioned a shortcoming of potatoes, which made the old man's heart suddenly raised, and he explained to Zhu Pangpang.

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

Zhu Pangpang nodded seriously, and even asked Little Snotty to record it in a notebook, so that he can inform him later.

"Mr. Zhenhai, according to what you said, these potatoes cannot be stored for a long time. After all, as long as any fruit is stored for a long time, it will definitely germinate."

As a woman who is often busy in the kitchen, Zhang raised a worry.

"Don't worry, Crown Princess, His Royal Highness has already given you a solution."

Zheng He smiled, and then explained to the old man and Zhu Pangpang who were equally curious: "His Royal Highness means to beat these potatoes into powder, and then make them into vermicelli similar to noodles, as long as they are dried in the sun and protected from moisture. , It won’t be a problem if you let it go for two or three years.”

"And this thing can also be cooked and eaten like noodles, and the taste is very good!"

"And the production process has been handed over to the minister. The craftsman camp is making tools. In two days, a batch of potato vermicelli will be produced first, and dedicated to His Majesty for you to taste."

"Haha, you brat, you can't say anything about other things in advance, but your ability to study food is not small!"

Hearing the solution, the old man was a little worried just now, and he relaxed. Then he thought of his grandson, and couldn't help laughing and teasing Zhu Zhangui who was still in the Western Regions.

The laughter continued at the door of Shangshu's room until dawn.

In the early morning of the second day, the civil and military nobles of the Manchu Dynasty, led by the old man, took potatoes and an ear of hybrid rice to the Taimiao to pay homage to the ancestors, and at the same time announced the news to the world.

The whole world was shaken for a while, and countless people couldn't believe that there was such a high-yielding grain in the world.

But what was written on the court bulletin was clear, and the old farmers who watched the ceremony narrated their own experiences when they came back. They couldn't believe it.

After confirming that there is such a high-yield grain, the people all over the world cheered for a while, and they all looked forward to the day when the imperial court officially promoted high-yield crops.