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Chapter 199 Roasted Sweet Potato
Gou Zhenhuai blinked his eyes, smiled, and said, "It doesn't matter whether you guard or not guard these two big fart cities."

After a pause, he continued: "According to General Mo's thoughts, Mao Shuai felt that the purpose of training instead of training was achieved, and there was no need to fight Donglu in Manpu and Changcheng. It is not possible to garrison large troops. The two cities are separated by a big river, and if our army attacks in the future, if the eastern captives fail to rescue them, it will be another big victory."

Mao Wenlong's eyes flashed, and he looked at Gou Zhenhuai with admiration.

That's right, although these two reasons are not the most comprehensive, they also revealed his main intention of abandoning the second city.

Gou Zhenhuai cupped his hands on the horse, and said: "There is a saying in the sage: If you lose the land, you will lose it; if you lose the land, you will gain it! The gains and losses of the land."

Mao Wenlong chewed on this sentence repeatedly, couldn't help feeling a little moved, and cupped his hands and said: "The holy man is very intelligent, and what he said is exquisite, which made Mao suddenly enlightened and benefited a lot!"

Then, he bowed his hands to Gou Zhenhuai and said with a smile: "General Gou, long live if you have such a wonderful art of war, I hope you can teach me, don't cherish yourself with a broom."

Gou Zhenhuai bowed his hand to return the salute, and said: "Shuai Mao is willing to listen, but the general will have endless words."

After a pause, he asked again: "I don't know where Mao Shuai will move his troops in, but where should he direct his troops?"

Mao Wenlong patted the saber on his waist lightly, and said with a smile: "I want to revisit my old place, and go to Zhenjiang."

Zhenjiang is Jiulian City, which belongs to Dandong of later generations.It leans against the Dongshan Mountain in the north, borders the Hengdao River in the west, and is five miles away from the Yalu River in the south. On the other side is Uiju, North Korea.

From the geographical point of view, the four guards (Jin, Fu, Hai, and Gai) in Zhenjiang, looking east to North Korea, are very important.

Just as Zhang Pan was obsessed with Lushun, Jinzhou and other places, Mao Wenlong has been staring at Zhenjiang.

From a strategic point of view, it is most advantageous for the army to be half-struck in North Korea, half-struck in Zhenjiang, and guarding the river.

Gou Zhenhuai thought for a while, smiled and cupped his hands and said: "Mao Shuai's revisiting this old place is a good idea, the last general will follow each other with a shy face, please Mao Shuai as a guide!"

Mao Wenlong laughed loudly, and said, "It should be so, who knows Zhenjiang so well!"

As the two walked and talked, their impressions of each other deepened, and they also gained a better understanding of their temperaments.

And Mao Wenlong also saw that this Gou Zhenhuai was not a simple person, he usually didn't hum or haha, he really knew something in his stomach, and he must have the right to play Long Live secretly.

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Reform was also called "reform and change" by the ancients; for conservatives who obstructed it, it was also called "reform and disorder".

However, it is impossible to take care of all aspects of the reform. Since it is necessary to make new adjustments to the original power, interests, and social order, the interests of some people will definitely be damaged.

Whether it is about economic interests, power, or ideas, conflicts are inevitable.

Therefore, in the process of reform, it is very critical how to maintain social stability while advancing.

The ancients also summed up the experience and lessons in this area, and proposed the strategy of seeking "unchanged" with "small changes" and gradually advancing in-depth.

Of course, Zhu Youxiao also knows that reform, development, and stability are inseparable.

Especially when the Ming Dynasty was facing internal and external troubles, it was even more necessary to grasp this measure and properly handle the relationship between the three.

Therefore, the policy of "grain due to food" is only a rumor, and Zhu Youxiao does not plan to implement it this year.

Autumn is coming, and judging from the reports from various places, the year is generally good.In particular, Shaanxi, which he is very concerned about, is still in good weather, only in northern Shaanxi.

But with grace and forgiveness, the common people in Shaanxi, Shanxi, and Henan can breathe a little bit more.Next year, when sweet potatoes are planted on a larger scale, the food problem will almost be solved.

Be wise and powerful, it took more than half a year to make it like this, it's amazing!
The only thing that makes Zhu Youxiao's wisdom and wisdom a little flawed is Tudou.

According to the question book submitted by Xu Guangqi, the results of the trial planting of potatoes in the suburbs of Beijing were not very satisfactory.The yield is not high and the quality is not very good.

After Zhu Youxiao thought about it carefully, he also came to the correct conclusion.

Potatoes have just been introduced to China, so they must not have been genetically modified.The climate and soil conditions in the place of origin must also be different from those in the suburbs of Beijing. It is not surprising that there are problems.

Zhu Youxiao felt that if this potato had to adapt to the environment, it seemed that it would take several years, or even more than ten years, to become a high-yielding crop.

Fortunately, fortunately, I did not force potatoes to be grown everywhere.Even sweet potatoes are only grown in Shuntianfu and Beizhili areas, and the harvest is very good.

Smelling the familiar sweet smell in his nose, the young emperor put down the test book, just as he saw "Hamster" Li Chengcheng dishonestly settling accounts, his eyes kept looking out.

Wang Tigan and the palace servants were roasting sweet potatoes outside. The oven designed by the emperor himself was like a tin bucket.

"Chengcheng, go outside and have a look." The young emperor ordered casually: "It smells delicious, bring me a piece when it's roasted."

"Your maid obeys the order." Li Chengcheng promised to be quick, got up and left the imperial study.

Zhu Youxiao picked up the test book again, and had to wait a while if he wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes.Emperor, you have to be more reserved.

Now, the inscriptions of some important ministers were taken to the Imperial Study Room, and others were read to him by Liu Ruoyu in the East Nuan Pavilion of Qianqing Palace.

The inscription in his hands now was written by Shen Yourong, and it is about the emperor's consultation on opening a naval academy.

Because it was the meaning of the emperor, Shen Yourong was very cautious in wording.But Zhu Youxiao could see that Shen Yourong had reservations.

Zhu Youxiao wanted to imitate the practice of martial arts in cultivating naval generals theoretically, systematically, and practically, so that the quality of officers in the navy of the Ming army could be improved.

But this is contrary to the traditional growth and promotion of naval generals, because the Ming Dynasty naval generals basically learned while practicing, step by step from practice.

Moreover, naval officers need to be familiar with not only combat, but also driving, navigation, sea conditions, wind direction, and even astronomy and geography.According to Zhu Youxiao's requirements and standards, it is a bit too high.

Zhu Youxiao fell into deep thought, couldn't the navy and the army be the same?
Flipping through the question book, Zhu Youxiao read it carefully again, and finally felt that he had found some problems.

It is still a question of education level, and there are few admirals in the navy, and the training cycle of the Naval Academy is long.

And martial arts can quickly become talented because there are many generals in the Ming army in cavalry. At present, the main learning is the tactical use of muskets and bayonets.

It seems that he did not speak in detail enough, which caused Shen Yourong to have a wrong understanding.

Zhu Youxiao figured it out, and he wasn't going to change his plan.Theorizing and systematizing knowledge, replacing empiricism, is a scientific outlook on development, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The aroma became stronger and stronger. With the sound of hurried footsteps, Wang Tiqian trotted in holding a plate and presented it to the emperor with a smile, "My lord, the sweet potatoes are baked, and the smell is really tempting!"

Baked sweet potatoes!Zhu Youxiao looked at the golden-yellow, soft, and hot melon flesh that had been peeled on the plate, couldn't help but chuckled, reached out to take the spoon by the plate, dug a piece and put it in his mouth.

Well, fragrant, sweet, noodle, glutinous, hot, eat it in the stomach, and feel comfortable all over.

"Wang Daban also went to taste it. It tastes really sweet." Zhu Youxiao said with a smile: "Let the palace people bake more and send it to the nobles in the harem. If they like to eat, let the imperial dining room do it."

Wang Tiqian promised again and again, and said with a smile: "I will arrange it now, the emperor can rest assured." After speaking, he bowed and retreated.

Zhu Youxiao ate roasted sweet potatoes bite by bite. It was a familiar feeling, and he was going to make people in the Ming Dynasty feel that way.

For nothing else, advertise sweet potatoes.

The "Da Ming Forum" should publish the yield of sweet potatoes and the areas suitable for planting.There should also be "sellers selling roasted sweet potatoes" in the streets and alleys, so that the sweet smell will float.

Of course, the imperial court's policies towards localities are also essential.Without the coercion and guidance of the local government, how many lifetimes will it take for the common people to know the benefits of planting sweet potatoes?

Li Chengcheng walked in, knelt down to salute, and honestly returned to the small table to settle the accounts with a pen.

There is still a smear of gray and black on the face, the sweet potato seems to have been eaten, but I don't know if it was hidden?Zhu Youxiao was a little funny, but he didn't try to tease her.

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Changchun Palace.

Zhang Wan'er was holding a piece of roasted sweet potato, eating happily, her small face and the corners of her mouth were stained with burnt gray and black.

"It's sweet and glutinous, and the taste is still fragrant." Zhang Yu'er put down the spoon, smiled and praised: "Roasted sweet potatoes, right? Can I eat them often in the future?"

The palace maid didn't know either, so she replied: "I don't know about the slaves either, the empress wants to call the father-in-law who sent me to ask them carefully?"

Duan said: "Long live rewards must be precious things. It's not easy to eat more, right?"

"Forget it, let him go back! Thank you for the long live reward." Zhang Yu'er shook her head lightly. Although she likes to eat, she doesn't want to be annoying.If it's really precious, wouldn't he be making progress?
Just as he was talking, the palace maid outside came in and reported: "Your Majesty, little Eunuch Zhao also brought a long live edict, saying that if the nobleman likes to eat this baked sweet potato, he can send someone to inform the Imperial Dining Room."

Oh, Zhang Yuer raised her eyebrows, very happy.

The eyes of Zhang Wan'er next to her were even brighter, she raised her head and said crisply: "Sister, I still want to eat."

Zhang Yuer pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her hand to call the little girl, wiped the little cat's face with a silk handkerchief, and said softly: "Forget about today, it's already late. Tomorrow, sister will send someone to ask for it for you."

"Okay!" Zhang Wan'er nodded her head in a sensible way, then stretched out her hand to carefully touch Ajie's belly, and asked doubtfully, "Is there a little doll in here? Then how small is he (she)?"

Giggling, Zhang Yuer smiled crisply, stroked the little girl's head and said, "He (she) will grow up, and so will you!"

Zhang Wan'er blinked her big eyes, half understanding, but she was pulled aside by her mother and she was not allowed to touch her again.

Zhang Yu'er stroked her lower abdomen, feeling a little bulging, but it wasn't very obvious.

(End of this chapter)