Daming heir

Chapter 324

crazy.

Everyone in the sweet potato fields by Lake Biwa went crazy.

Yuan Sutai burst into tears with a wow, his eyes were bloodshot instantly, his legs were about to step out, but they stopped abruptly, looking down at the sweet potato porridge in his hand.

Gritting his teeth, Yuan Sutai raised his head, and half a bowl of sweet potato porridge went into his stomach mixed with the sound of farts around him.

Food cannot be wasted.

Especially in front of the emperor and prince.

Officials who behaved like Yuan Sutai were everywhere, and everyone gulped down the dates and stuffed the unfinished roasted sweet potatoes, sweet potato porridge, and sweet potato leaves into their stomachs.

But the more anxious you eat, the faster you eat.

The sound of farts in the sweet potato field of Shanglin Yuanjian became more and more incessant.

It's just that no one thought that there was such a movement at this time, and it was something unofficial.

That's thirty shi per mu!

Thirty stone!
Even since Nuwa created man, there has never been such a high-yielding crop in the world.

What are ten stones?So what about fifteen stone?What about the twenty stones Taisun firmly believed in at the beginning?

It's beyond everyone's expectations, even the yield per mu that you can't even imagine.

From the emperor to the common people in the fields, they all lost their minds and lost their souls. They were all frightened, their faces were shocked and bewildered, and they were at a loss.

"Heaven pays off!"

Yuan Sutai, who had lost his bowl and chopsticks, rushed to the weighing field with a brisk walk, looked at the bright red sweet potatoes piled up in front of him like a hill, and after confirming the number sent by the officials in front of him, he let out a loud cry.

Then, his legs softened and he knelt heavily on the ground.

When he looked up, tears were already streaming down his face.Tears were mixed with mud, which blurred Yuan Sutai's entire face, making it hard to recognize who this person was.

Around Yuan Sutai, there were also a group of people kneeling on the ground and crying without any image.

These people looked exactly like Yuan Sutai, covered with mud, calluses on their hands, creases on their faces, and dark cheeks, they were all officials from the Shanglin Court.

As for the other officials who came to Shanglin Yuanjian today, they were not like this, but they were pretty much the same, shocked in their hearts, and their faces blank.

That's thirty shi per mu.

No one can remain calm after hearing this number.

Ren Hengtai took in a breath almost halfway out of breath, straightened his twisted waist, stretched out his hands out of breath and grabbed Ru Yu's shoulders, his eyes were as big as bull's-eye lanterns: "Thirty stone... three Ten stones? Thirty stones! Old man... I, I... Did I hear correctly?"

Ru Yu shook her head vigorously, put her arm under Ren Hengtai's arm with her backhand, gritted her teeth and nodded firmly: "It's thirty stones! It's thirty stones!"

"Hahahahaha..."

A series of laughter came from Ru Xun's mouth, and the whole person seemed to be insane.

Then with his eyes fixed, he dragged Ren Hengtai, who was already weak all over, to the weighing field. The two walked together with great difficulty.

The steps under his feet are unwavering.

Everyone wants to squeeze in front of the sweet potato pile.

Yu Xin, Minister of the Household Department, can be said to be the most excited official present besides the officials of the Shanglin Court Supervisor.

Can't stand him not being excited.

He is the hall official of the household department, the person who is in charge of the taxation of the entire Daming farmland, and the tens of millions of expenses of the imperial court are tied to him alone.

In the days when there is no money and no food, it is really difficult to be an official of the Ministry of household affairs.

If someone doesn't scold the old lady a few times, the officials of the household department can burn incense.

Thirty stones per mu.

Yu Xin didn't even need to do the calculations, but he knew what changes this would bring to the household department.

Even with a sweet potato tax of twenty shi, the common people can eat enough without scolding the court!

Out of the corner of Yu Xin's eyes, he saw Ru Yu dragging Ren Hengtai towards the pile of sweet potatoes, his eyes shrank, and immediately he also grabbed Wang Jun who hadn't recovered from his side, and went to block in front of him. Push through the crowd.

The only one who is not in a hurry is Zhai Shan who has just been promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Officials.

I saw Zhai Shan with his hands in his sleeves at this moment, staring at the courtiers and colleagues in front of him with a smile and pushing forward.

The yield of thirty stones per mu is indeed the only thing in ancient times.

But how much tax the court can collect in the end has never been determined by how many crops grow in the field.

What's more, in the past two years, all kinds of innovations have emerged in the imperial court, the capital and the local area. On the surface, it seems to be smooth sailing, but how many things are tightly covered in private, and how many people can do it? Can you tell?

Now the reform of the tax office and food chief has just been rolled out in Yingtian Mansion, and there has been a massacre of the Li family in Taipingli in the capital city.Turn around and spread out, how many things will happen underneath?

This year, the sweet potatoes were only planted in a small piece of land in Shanglinyuanjian. Next year, when spring begins, how many acres can be spread in Yingtianfu?
"Are you all just looking at your eyes?"

Zhai Shan stared quietly at the colleagues in front of him who were shocked because of the sweet potato yield of [-] shi per mu, and muttered in a low voice.

Then he shook his head silently and sneered, "They're all smart people."

With a sigh, Zhai Shan raised his eyes.

Turning his head to look at the officials under the bureaucracy behind him, he snorted coldly: "Go ahead and tell them to make way."

The officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, who had long been frightened by the yield of thirty shimu, were so curious that they immediately nodded and rushed out when they heard what the Ministry Hall said.

"Zhai Shangshu is here, give way!"

"Make way for Zhai Shangshu!"

For a moment, the surrounding area of ​​the whole pile of sweet potatoes was like the most lively vegetable market in Yingtian City.

Zhu Yuanzhang put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and with the support of Prince Zhu Biao, he slowly stood up from the ridge.

The emperor's face was rosy and lustrous unlike before.

Under the furrowed brows, there were sparkling eyes that could not be stopped.

Zhu Biao lowered his head silently, and looked at the hand that the old man was holding onto his hand, which was trembling non-stop.

The prince let out a sigh of relief, trying to keep himself calm, but when he opened his mouth, his voice was already trembling like a bowstring: "It's thirty stones."

Zhu Yuanzhang's lips had become a little pale due to the extra force.

Hearing the prince's voice, Zhu Yuanzhang could only nod his head heavily, and the hand holding the prince was also shaking vigorously.

Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to move his legs, just like the courtiers in front of him at the moment, before going to the sweet potato pile, he had to confirm whether the sweet potato really yielded thirty stones per mu.

But he found that he couldn't move his legs no matter what, couldn't take that step.

When his eyes blurred for a moment.

Only then did Zhu Yuanzhang see clearly that at some point, Zhu Yunxie was already standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Really thirty stone?"

Zhu Yunxi nodded: "Grandpa, the sweet potatoes grown by Shanglinyuan Supervision are indeed thirty stones per mu. The yield per mu is really heavy, thirty stones, three buckets, two, two and seven dollars. It is the first year of Hongwu, the big bucket set by grandpa. .”

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth, but his legs softened.

Fortunately, the prince Zhu Biao had been pestering the old man all the time, and he immediately reacted, using both hands together, and then supported the old man to sit on the ridge again slowly.

Zhu Yunxi stood silently in front of the old man, silently, and gave the old man more time to digest this great merit that was comparable to his reshaping the orthodoxy of the Central Plains.

As the old man gets older.

In the past two years, the old man has paid far more attention to the family affection of the clan and the common people than in the past.

Perhaps, in the heart of the old man now, he can only pretend to be these two things.

"You did very well."

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sitting down, raised his head, looked at the emperor's grandson standing in front of him, and said something softly.

With a smile on the corner of Zhu Yunxi's mouth, he turned to look at the officials around the pile of sweet potatoes in front of him.

Some people are crazy, some are surprised, some are speechless, and some are crying.

"Thirty stones are undeniable!"

"Thirty stones..."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

Yuan Sutai, who had been crying for a long time, suddenly squatted down from the crowd like a maniac, pushed aside the crowd in front of him, and rushed out.

I saw the official hat on his head and the official robe on his body, which were already in a mess at this time.

And Yuan Sutai really didn't seem to know it, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he looked at the emperor's position with a whoosh.

"Your Majesty! I have planted thirty stones of grain!"

"The minister has come out!"

"I...have lived up to my mission..."

Yuan Sutai paddled his hands indiscriminately, and rushed to Zhu Yunxi's face in a rolling and crawling manner, and stopped in front of him with a cloud of dust and smoke.

Yuan Sutai's eyes were filled with tears of excitement, and he raised his head trembling uncontrollably.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

"The minister has come out!"

With a smile on his face, Zhu Yunxi nodded slightly, then turned sideways silently.

Yuan Sutai raised his arms and wiped his face indiscriminately, and then reached Zhu Yuanzhang in three steps at a time.

With a plop, he knelt down in front of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, the minister has come out!"

"Shanglin Yuan supervises sweet potatoes with an yield of thirty stones per mu and three buckets of twenty-two and seven dollars!"

Zhu Yuanzhang also couldn't hide his excitement, and nodded again and again: "Okay! Okay, okay!"

Around the pile of sweet potatoes.

When all the officials saw Yuan Sutai's behavior, no one would think that it was Yuan Sutai's flattery.

Yu Xin, Minister of the Household Department, was even more sharp-eyed. He snatched the record text from the official who was in charge of recording the production of sweet potatoes from the Shanglin Garden Superintendent, and then ran over here.

Following the actions of Yuan Sutai and Yu Xin, all the officials turned around in unison, not daring to fall behind.

Clang.

Yu Xin, who was holding the production record text tightly in his hands, knelt heavily on the ground with his legs, and because of the previous sprint, he slid forward a lot, and he slid all the way to Yuan Sutai's side.

Puff.

Yu Xin was already holding the production record in both hands, and bowed before the emperor's eyes.

"Chen Yuxin, I borrowed the record of offering thirty stones per mu of sweet potatoes before the sage."

"In the Ming Dynasty, there was a supervisor named Lin Yuan, who cultivated sweet potatoes and produced [-] stones per mu. His merits and virtues are immeasurable, benefiting the country and the people. The merit lies in the sages, who benefit all the people. The Ming Dynasty will prosper for generations to come."

"The minister begs the sage, instructs the ink pen to make a decree, sacrifices to the heaven and the earth, and burns the table to the sky."

Yu Xin shouted loudly, almost shaking the shore of Lake Piwa.

A group of officials from the court who followed immediately knelt down and bowed down.

"The ministers and others seconded the proposal, begging the saints, offering sacrifices to the heaven and the earth together, and burning the table to the heaven."

Ren Hengtai, who flinched, finally followed with Ru Yu's support. The seat in front of him was already filled with kneeling colleagues, so he could only grit his teeth and kneel behind while propping up his waist.

When Yu Xin called out the words of the sage, asked the emperor to worship the heaven and the earth, and burned his watch to the sky, Ren Hengtai couldn't help being stunned.

Ru Yu knelt down on the ground, covered by a green robe in front of her, then turned to look at Ren Hengtai: "This is a matter for the Ministry of Rites."

"Let him be at the front. The current situation is very wrong. Some people know it well, some pretend to be deaf and dumb, and some follow the trend. Don't be anxious at this time, just wait and see what happens."

A dull voice sounded.

Ru Yu immediately frowned, looked at Ren Hengtai beside him, and confirmed that he was not the one who spoke, her brows furrowed even tighter.

Ren Hengtai turned his head to look at Ru Yu, but then his gaze kept deepening, and he moved away from Ru Yu's face.

Ru Yuan turned her head sharply.

He saw Zhai Shan, the new Minister of the Ministry of Officials, kneeling on his other side, looking calmly at Yu Xin and others who were still admonishing him.

As if sensing the gazes around him, Zhai Shan turned his head and looked at Ru Yu and Ren Hengtai, with a slight smile on his lips.

Ren Hengtai bumped into Ruzhen secretly on the other side.

Ru Yu stabilized her body, looked at Zhai Shan calmly, and then smiled slightly: "I haven't drank the tea in the official's office for a few days, I don't know if Zhai Shangshu will dislike me waiting for it a cup of tea?"

Zhai Shan shook his head, and said in a low voice: "There are not many tea leaves in the Ministry of Officials, but there are also a lot. The Pearl Spring on Dingshan Mountain in Jiangbei will be delivered every day."

Ru Yu smiled silently, her body tensed, and she raised her hands and cupped them towards Zhai Shan.

Zhai Shan turned his head to look forward at this time.

Before the ridge.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao sat side by side on the field ridge, and Zhu Yunxi stood beside the old man.

The production record text in Yu Xin's hands, the Minister of the Ministry of household affairs, has been taken over by Zhu Yunxi and sent to the old man.

But at this time, Yu Xin slapped his hands on the ground: "Sweet potatoes produce thirty shi per mu, and in my most productive field in Daming, the yield is not more than three to five shi per mu, which is a tenfold increase. It means that only half of the current land is needed to feed the billions of people in the world!

Such merits and virtues, I have read all the history books, but I have never seen or heard of them.This is the luck of my great Ming, and it is also my gratitude to the heavens for the merits and virtues of the saint and emperor of the Ming Dynasty.The sage governs the country, expresses gratitude to the world, bestows blessings, and blesses our country.

The minister waits to beg again, the saint sacrifices to the heaven and the earth, and burns the sky. "

"The ministers and others seconded the proposal, and I begged the sage for permission."

Immediately after Yu Xin, there was another clamor from the officials to join him in begging.

Zhu Yunxi stood aside, looked at the courtiers who were shouting, and then looked back at the old man and father silently.

I saw that my father frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The old man's face had an unnatural ruddy luster, but he didn't speak. Instead, he opened his mouth to look at the courtiers in front of him, and then looked down at the record in his hand.

Afterwards, Zhu Yunxi's brows also gradually frowned.

The sacrifice to heaven and earth that Yu Xin begged for was to hold a grand ceremony at the Temple of Heaven and Earth Altar to show the emperor's merits.

And burning the watch to the sky means enshrining Zen!
Worship the heaven and the earth, enshrine Zen.

This is their purpose at this moment.

only……

When will the civil servants be so willing and willing to ask the king to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth.

Such grand ceremonies of the state have always symbolized the strengthening of imperial power. When a sage king is in power, the courtiers can only bow their heads and be willing to be bulls and horses.

No courtier hopes that besides a superior of the same background, there is a sage emperor with endless authority on top of his head.

none!
Yu Xin not only stole the errand of the Ministry of Rites, but also encouraged all the officials present to deify the emperor and make the emperor more authoritative.

Some thoughts and hesitation arose in Zhu Yunxi's heart for no reason.

Looking at the officials in front of him again, the old man nods his head and speaks, and is about to invite him three times.

Zhu Yunxi coughed lightly immediately.

He coughed heavily and loudly.

As a result, Yu Xin, Wang Jun and others, who were about to speak, closed their mouths for no reason, raised their heads and looked puzzled.

With a smile on Zhu Yunxi's face, he glanced at Yuan Sutai who was closest to him, then turned to look at the old man.

He bowed slightly: "Grandpa, this time Daming can have sweet potatoes with an yield of [-] shi per mu. My grandson thinks that it can be described as great joy and great merit. The merit will last forever and benefit the people of Li."

This is bullshit.

After talking nonsense, Zhu Yunxi changed the subject and turned to look at Yuan Sutai, who was already crazy with joy: "This time the sweet potato yield is [-] stone per mu, Yuan Jianzheng and Shanglin Yuanjian are all responsible for the officials and ministers."

"If there were no ministers and workers working hard in the Shanglin Garden, staying in the fields day and night. With this sandy land, intensive cultivation, and day and night service, my grandson thinks that there would not be such a high yield per mu."

"Today, my court is happy. My grandson thinks that I should take the lead in rewarding the ministers and workers of Shanglinyuan Supervisor, so that the ministers will not be rewarded for their meritorious service. It shows that our court rewards and punishes properly, and is fair and upright."

Kneeling at the front, Yu Xin and Wang Jun and other admonishing officials didn't feel much at first when they heard Zhu Yunxie's words.

But the more he listened, the more he frowned.

In the end, the officials who had all kinds of thoughts and ideas to persuade them couldn't help shouting in their hearts.

The grandson wants bad things.

After Zhu Yunxi finished speaking, he bowed to the old man again.

I just want bad things!
His words were almost equivalent to giving everyone a slap in the face.

Sweet potatoes can have a yield of [-] shi per mu, thanks to Yuan Sutai, the supervisor of Shanglin Garden, who put more effort and thought into serving these sweet potatoes than serving my mother, and the sandy land of Piwa Lake, can have such a high mu Produce.

If it is placed elsewhere, there may be a large output.

Everyone carried the bridal sedan chair, and everyone could say good things, and no one would not like to hear them.

But these people in front of them are officials of Ming Dynasty, so such good words should not be said by them, and they should not even have it in their hearts.

The higher the praise, the harder the final fall.

How many emperors could actually do something in the first place, but in the end, due to various reasons, they were notorious for their success.With the king's own reasons, can it be possible to avoid the faults of those officials who flatter and agree?
The reason why Wei Zheng is Wei Zheng.

It was because he was able to deal a heavy blow to the emperor when Li Shimin was the most arrogant, and pour a basin of cold water on the head of the hot-headed emperor.

The current officials of the Ming Dynasty have begun to develop in the direction of becoming answerers and flattering superiors.

This is very dangerous.

Zhu Yunxi had to be vigilant.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had never spoken all this time, finally let out a long sigh at this moment, and stretched out his hand to pat his knee.

Then with a smile on his face, he raised his hand and waved the text of the sweet potato production record in his hand.

In the eyes of all officials.

The smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face gradually disappeared again.

"We are ashamed..."

(End of this chapter)