Daming heir

Chapter 297 Zhu Yuanzhang's Fart

Remove the two largest sweet potatoes, and the remaining three sweet potatoes are no more than a catty each.

At the scene, there were dozens of people who came into the yamen of various ministries of the imperial court.

Tooth gaps are not enough!

Zhu Yunxi has already given a clear indication.

Today the royal family doesn't care about food, you should go back to your respective homes and find your mothers.

However, this sweet potato has the reputation of producing twenty shi per mu.

Now I can take the opportunity to taste the taste of sweet potatoes first. No one wants to miss this opportunity to be the third person in the Ming Dynasty to taste sweet potatoes besides His Majesty the Emperor, His Highness the Crown Prince, and His Highness the Grandson.

Looking back in the history books, I might have to make a note.

In the 27th year of Hongwu, the emperor, Donggong, Taisun, and courtiers, etc., tasted sweet potatoes for the first time.

This is a matter of leaving a name in history with the emperor.

So, without any discussion, everyone present turned their heads tacitly, looking at the sky, the earth, and the sky.

"Ah! Supervisor Yuan!"

"It's okay, I have to trouble you, take us around this sweet potato field."

"That's right, I'm sorry to trouble Supervisor Yuan."

"Look at this sweet potato, how festive and juicy it grows!"

"It looks like a good seed."

"Turn around and obediently grow a ten-pound sweet potato!"

Yuan Sutai: "..."

"Hey, isn't that a cotton field over there!"

"Although we work in the Ministry of War and have sent countless cotton armors to Beiping in the past two years, we haven't seen how cotton grows yet."

"There is rice over there. Brothers, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Let's go together!"

"I don't know what happened to the fish in Lake Qian and Lake Biwa."

"I think Yuan Jianzheng's side also has fishing rods and hooks. We have received His Majesty's reward today, but we can rest for a long time and return to the lakeside."

Yuan Sutai: "..."

"A bunch of old men who are not stingy!"

Under the pergola next to the sweet potato field, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help cursing in a low voice when he saw the officials who were refusing to leave in front of the Shanglin Court Supervisor, and even found excuses to let the pickers skip work.

Then, the old man looked at the elder grandson who was blinking and staring at these shameless officials again with a troubled expression: "This... you kid provoked it..."

The old man could no longer say the latter words.

Zhu Yunxi nodded with a snort: "The grandson has taken care of everything that my grandson has caused."

Zhu Biao kicked to the side.

The prince's legs are getting more and more stable now!
"Go ahead and do it!"

Zhu Yunxi pursed his lips, and immediately greeted him: "Sun Cheng, go get some rice from the yamen of Shanglin Yuanjian in front, as well as pots and pans and firewood."

Sun Cheng, who was far away, immediately took orders and led the people to the Yamen.

Zhu Yunxi shouted again: "Wei Zhe, come and help me!"

After giving the order, Zhu Yunxi put away the two largest pieces of sweet potatoes. These were kept as spare seeds, just in case, but they should never be eaten.

the remaining three.

Zhu Yunxi also thought of a good way.

Baked Sweet Potatoes!
This is the best way for the old man to taste the taste of sweet potatoes.

The biggest piece among the three is reserved for the old man to bake.

The remaining two...

Cut it into fingernail-sized pieces and mix it with rice to cook a pot of porridge, which is enough to deal with those cheeky courtiers.

Sun Cheng quickly rushed back with his people, carrying pots and pans, and brought two buckets of clean water with him.

"Cut it finely, deal with those people, and give them a mouthful."

Tying the apron around Xia Yuanji's waist, Zhu Yunxi looked at the courtiers who were looking at the sweet potato fields, cotton, rice, and fishing by the lake, and muttered twice in a low voice.

Xia Yuanji also hummed twice, washed the two sweet potatoes, and began to cut them.

Zhu Yunxi glanced at the unpeeled sweet potatoes under Xia Yuanji's hands, and they turned into pieces the size of little fingers. He smiled cheerfully, turned around and walked aside without saying a word.

Make a small pile of soil lumps, put charcoal and firewood in the middle, light the fire and wait for the flame to go out, and the firewood turns into a red charcoal fire, then you can throw the sweet potatoes into it and bury it.

When everyone is busy.

Under the pergola, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao sat directly on the ground.

Looking at the eldest grandson who was busy lighting the fire right in front of him, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and whispered softly: "Biaoer."

Zhu Biao, who was sitting beside the old man, trembled slightly.

With a complex look in Zhu Biao's eyes, he turned to look at the old man: "Father?"

Zhu Yuanzhang pointed to Zhu Yunxi who had just choked on the black smoke, and said in a low voice, "Do you think there are really things that can produce twenty stones per mu in this world?"

Zhu Biao breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

Then there was a smile on his face and he said: "One plant weighs 130 taels. Thinking about it, even if the water and soil are not acclimatized, there should be more than ten stones."

Maybe my daily stroll route can be placed on the supervisor of Shanglin Court.

Zhu Biao looked at the ridge full of sweet potato vines in front of him, thinking silently in his heart.

Finally, he did not forget to look at the old man beside him.

I saw that Zhu Yuanzhang's face was solemn at the moment, with a strong sense of sadness on his face.

After a sigh.

Zhu Yuanzhang muttered in a low voice: "It's so much, one mu of land can have a harvest of more than ten or twenty shi."

Zhu Biao echoed in a low voice: "Yes, the common people can finally have a full stomach."

But Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head, and then his eyes widened and he growled: "Why didn't there be such things in the world back then, why didn't there be sweet potatoes back then!"

I can't accept this.

Zhu Biao silently closed his mouth, and his expression became a little sad.

It is not easy for the Ming Dynasty to create a country, this is known to all the world.

Zhu Yuanzhang was immersed in grief, and it took a long time before he gradually calmed down, and then his eyes gradually became sharper: "Now, we have sweet potatoes. We don't want twenty stones, as long as we can have ten stones, we will never let Daming have one more." Individuals are starving to death!"

"Fuck!"

"Xia Weizhe, hurry up and help me!"

"Why did the sparks run all over us today!"

In front, a puff of thick smoke rose, the burning flame went out, and a ball of sparks rose, and the whole face of the provocative Zhu Yunxi was covered in black and red.

While Zhu Yunxi was busy getting up, he patted the sparks on his body, and he didn't forget to greet Xia Yuanji who had put the cut sweet potatoes into the pot and was waiting to make porridge with rice.

It was a mess.

Zhu Yuanzhang stared blankly at the appearance of his silly grandson, and suddenly laughed out loud with tears in his eyes.

"You bastard! What are you doing running down the air!"

Zhu Biao also accompanied him with a chuckle and said, "You also said that he has calmed down since he came back from Jiaozhi Road. Isn't this still a messy look."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes narrowed: "I'll hurry up and set the wedding date for this bastard!"

Zhu Biao naturally agreed with a smile.

The old man wanted to hug his grandson, so why didn't he want to hug his grandson.

Zhu Yuanzhang had already stood up at this time, waved to Zhu Yunxi who was jumping around the fire and shouted: "Stinky boy, get over here!"

"Huh? Ah?" Zhu Yunxi, who was still spitting ashes out of his mouth, hopped and turned around, and saw the old man staring at him and waving at him, so he immediately covered his black face with snow white Da Ya: "The grandson is coming."

Bang bang bang.

Standing under the arbor, Zhu Yuanzhang stretched out his hands to pat the dust off Zhu Yunxi's body with a smile on his face, and said without forgetting to reprimand him: "Stinky boy, I don't know how to stand at the upper air outlet, and find ashes to eat by myself."

Zhu Yunxi stretched out his hand to wipe his furious face, and said very depressedly: "Grandson has found the upper air, but who knows what happened today, there is no upper air!"

Zhu Yuanzhang froze for a moment, looked at the swirling dust not far away, and finally laughed out loud, very proud of himself.

"You should be teased by sparks."

Zhu Yunxi curled his lips: "Turn around, the hair on my grandson's face is about to be teased."

With a hey sound, Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and patted Zhu Yunxie's shoulder heavily, and pressed him to the ground under the arbor.

"My little girl needs to cleanse her face before she gets married. Let's see, you boy will treat it as God's cleansing your face today."

Zhu Yuanzhang also sat down teasingly, and then sighed to Zhu Yunxi: "You have a lot of credit for the sweet potato. Now you are waiting for the harvest day. What do you want grandpa to reward you, brat?"

Zhu Yunxi turned his gaze, and couldn't help but look at his father beside him.

He is now the grandson of the Emperor Jian Guo of the Ming Dynasty. If there is no accident, the Ming Dynasty will be his own sooner or later.

Want a reward?
Just as he was still thinking about it, Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly: "Don't look at me, you brat, tell me what you want."

Zhu Yunxi immediately chuckled, and said in a low voice: "The grandson really has something to do, and I was thinking about whether I could get grandpa's consent."

Seeing how cautious the elder grandson said, Zhu Yuanzhang immediately became interested.

It doesn't matter what the request is.

It is not impossible to marry seventy or eighty girls at one go!
Even if you want to sit on the dragon chair, as long as you give birth to us the great-grandson of the emperor, that's fine!

"Grandson wants to send a fleet of treasure ships, as well as people from Jinyiwei and the Ministry of Rites, to follow Flangji, a barbarian merchant named Fan Chong, to visit Europa."

Zhu Yunxi whispered the plan in his heart.

This matter was originally decided in front of Fan Chong today, and Daming must also go to the white pig's territory first at this time to find out the specific situation on the other side.

The records in the history books of later generations are too unbelievable.

The history books written by white-skinned pigs who can make history out of thin air are not credible at all.

However, after all, this matter involves the use of the treasure fleet, as well as Jin Yiwei and the Ministry of Rites.Even if he is the grandson of the Emperor Jian Guo, it is impossible to make a complete decision on such a major matter.

This is the authority of the emperor.

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, and looked left and right at the eldest grandson standing in front of him.

This brat is very young next year.

Why don't you think about the little girl at all?
I just want to send people from the Treasure Fleet, Jinyiwei and the Ministry of Rites to Europa.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly frowned and muttered.

After a long time, the emperor finally spoke in a deep voice.

"Kou can come, I can go too!"

There was a smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face, and he looked at the second and third generation heirs of the empire: "The barbarians and merchants can drive a sea ship with a hundred materials to come to Daming, and my Ming Dynasty has a treasure ship with five thousand materials, which is powerful enough to lift mountains." Soldiers, Fu Fengcang reports. We should not allow barbarians to enter my great Ming, but it is difficult for me to touch barbarian land."

Zhu Yunxi showed joy on his face: "Grandpa agreed?"

With a smile on his face, Zhu Yuanzhang patted Zhu Yunxi on the shoulder: "What does Beishan say in the Book of Songs?"

Zhu Yunxi's expression was shocked.

In the anticipation of the old man and the encouragement of the old man.

Zhu Yunxi said in a deep voice, "Under the Putian, is it the king's land, and on the shore of the land, is it the king's ministers."

Zhu Yuanzhang asked again: "What is the world?"

At this time, Zhu Yunxi could already say without hesitation: "Where Daming sees, where military strategists step, and where the king's way prevails, all belong to the world!"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded in satisfaction, with relief on his face.

Then he clasped a fist in his hand and slammed it heavily on Zhu Yunxi's chest.

"You can do this."

Zhu Yunxi nodded heavily.

After he got the will from the old man that under the sky, all belong to the world, and all belong to Wangtu.

Daming finally embarked on a different path.

just.

A discordant voice broke the theory of the country and the country under the pergola next to the sweet potato field.

In the distance, from the direction of Lake Piwa, Ren Hengtai, who has been firmly seated as Minister of Rites for two years, is running towards the arbor with a fishing rod in one hand and seven or eight big fish covered with thatch in the other.

"Your Majesty, I heard that the fish in Lake Piwa are the most plump. I have caught several anglerfish today and presented them to Your Majesty."

Ren Hengtai's voice just fell.

On the other side of the Qianhu Lake, Zhan Hui, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, also held a fat-headed fish that probably weighed tens of catties in both hands, regardless of the tail of the fat-headed fish kept slapping himself, making his whole body messy and wet.

Zhan Hui's face was flushed, and he only cared about the good news and said: "Your Majesty, I waited for you to wade into the water and catch a big fish, which can be stewed with tofu in a pot."

Behind the two Shangshu lords, there are a group of ministers, carrying all kinds of fruits and vegetables looted from Shanglin Yuanjian, as well as pheasants 'picked up' from the foot of Shenlie Mountain. game.

The crowds are crowded and chaotic.

In the blink of an eye, under the arbor in front of the sweet potato field, there was already a mess. The ministers of the Ming Dynasty walked in front of the emperor with exquisite food in their hands, like presenting treasures.

It's like the army returning in triumph, showing off the spoils to the emperor in front of the army, and boasting of their achievements.

Zhu Yuanzhang probably wanted it so much, he also let out a hearty laugh, and then pointed at these courtiers with a smile and scolded: "Let you be lazy today! All the court officials, go and get familiar with it yourself!"

After the emperor spoke, a group of officials immediately ran to look for Yuan Sutai, who had been robbed once, with happy faces.

If you want to have a picnic, you have to ask Shanglin Yuanjian to prepare firewood, rice, oil and salt.

At this time, Xia Yuanji, who had been guarding by the fire, looked up at the arbor.

"Your Highness, this sweet potato will not be roasted into charcoal fire."

Zhu Yunxi was startled, and hurriedly ran to the fire.

But he didn't pay attention to the sweet potatoes in the fire first, but looked at Xia Yuanji with a clean face.

Then he let out a bewildered snort.

"Why can't I find the upper air?"

After muttering to himself, Zhu Yunxi took a wooden stick and pulled the charcoal in the fire.

After a while, one piece of the skin was burnt black, and red, white and yellow sweet potatoes were exposed from the cracks.

Roasted sweet potatoes don't have to worry about whether they are dry or not.

Who eats sweet potatoes, not a mouth full of black ashes, but a mouth full of coke.

With a light flick of his hand, Zhu Yunxi picked out the obviously overcooked sweet potatoes out of the fire.

Then he pulled a few vegetable leaves from the nearby vegetable field, wrapped the two sections of sweet potatoes, and pressed his hands downward.

A white eye visible to the naked eye rose between Zhu Yunxi and Xia Yuanji.

Then, the unique aroma of roasted sweet potatoes spread instantly, and quickly drifted into the noses of everyone around with the breeze.

Fragrant!
The fragrance that makes the index finger move and the stomach drums!
In just a moment, Zhu Yunxi saw countless eyes locked on the sweet potato that he had broken apart.

"Is this the baked sweet potato?"

At some point, Zhu Yuanzhang had already quietly walked behind Zhu Yunxie, twitching his nose deeply, and said quietly.

Zhu Yunxi turned around immediately, and sent two sweet potatoes to the old man and father like offering treasures.

"Back to grandpa, this is roasted sweet potatoes. The simplest method is the best way to express the taste of sweet potatoes."

The courtiers who were originally preparing for the picnic day of the senior officials of the Ming Dynasty also silently put down the work they were supposed to be doing at this time, and silently surrounded them.

Zhu Yuanzhang could clearly hear the voices of his courtiers swallowing their saliva, but he still smiled and took a piece of sweet potato from his grandson.

"Grandpa, the skin still has to be peeled off."

Zhu Yunxi reminded, and said: "You still have to blow it, be careful not to burn your mouth."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded repeatedly.

The roasted sweet potatoes exuding a strong sweet potato aroma already made his mouth water.

Zhu Biao on the side also had a big appetite, but he still withheld a small piece of the sweet potato he had been allocated, and sent the rest to Zhan Hui, Minister of the Ministry of Officials.

"fragrant!"

"Sweet and soft!"

“It's a delicious meal!”

While panting, Zhu Yuanzhang, who had already tasted the sweet potato, immediately praised it loudly with his eyes shining.

Zhu Biao also echoed.

At most, the courtiers who could only get one chopstick of roasted sweet potatoes per person, after tasting them, all stared at the sweet potato fields around them, wishing they could open up the ridges now and eat more than they could eat. Here come the sweet potatoes.

On the other end, while swallowing, Xia Yuanji lifted the lid of the pot of sweet potato porridge.

The fragrance, which is different from that of roasted sweet potatoes, also dissipates in an instant.

At this time, there was no need for anyone to speak, and the group of high-ranking and powerful officials outside waited for the sweet potato porridge with their bowls and chopsticks.

Yuan Sutai, the superintendent of Shanglinyuan, looked at this group of people messing around with resentment on his face, stomped his feet in indignation, and finally had no choice but to call on the officials in the yamen to take over the unfinished work of these old men.

Everyone from the emperor to the ministers ate this meal from noon to noon.

In the end, the entire sweet potato field was in a mess.

The place to enjoy the shade under the pergola naturally belongs to His Majesty the Emperor.

The ministers of the Ministry can only rest on the ridge beside the arbor.

Everyone was making a sound of satisfaction after drinking and eating.

At this time, it has nothing to do with state affairs and love affairs.

It's just a simple meal.

puff~
Puff puff ~ puff puff ~
suddenly.

A discordant voice came from the shed, long and long.

The faces of the ministers who were resting on the ridge of the field changed.

Then the prince and grandson came out of the arbor with dark faces.

(End of this chapter)