Chapter 50 The meaning of potatoes

Zhu Youxiao didn't care about the emperor's dignity, so he lifted his robe and ran away, chasing the eunuch behind him to cry and cry.

This imperial garden has been surrounded by palace guards. Except for the few people ordered by Zhu Youxiao, who dares to enter and kill them directly, no matter who he is.

Even if she was the queen, she would still be killed. However, according to Zhu Youxiao's estimate, even if these guards really saw the queen, they would not dare to draw their swords, and at most they would beg.

Zhu Youxiao wiped his sweat and panted to hold a straight guard standing upright.

My body still lacks exercise. If I don’t have the opportunity, I still need to take care of my body.

And the guard, who was regarded as support, was standing so straight at this time. His Majesty actually put his hand on his shoulders. This was simply the greatest gift to him! If not, I must straighten my back and let the emperor see my best side.

"Huh!" Zhu Youxiao took a few breaths and felt much better. He couldn't help but pat the guard on the shoulder.

"Young man works hard, I will never hesitate to reward you for making achievements in the future! Ah!" As he said that, he continued to pat his shoulder heavily.

The guards were so excited that they trembled all over, their faces turned red, and they shouted with all their strength: "Thank you for your grace! I will be loyal to Your Majesty if you swear to your death!"

"Well! Okay, do it well! Apart from me, there are people sent by me, and no one is allowed to enter!" Zhu Youxiao nodded and gave some encouragement. This is the way to rule the emperor.

"Swear to be loyal to Your Majesty!" The guards shouted with their heads raised.

Zhu Youxiao was very satisfied. Anyway, it was just a little bit of talk and it didn't cost money. So good that I could do it a few more times. Look at these good guys, it was like they were injected with chicken blood immediately.

After Zhu Youxiao left, he saw that the guards guarding the gate looked at the guards who could be patted by the emperor with envy and jealousy, imagining why it was not him!

The guard who was so kind and only kept his favor raised his head to the Forty-Five Degrees. When I got home, I held a big banquet. I didn’t take a shower this year!

When I entered this imperial garden, I saw that this area was in chaos. All the flowers and plants that were originally planted were pulled out and thrown aside. Many eunuchs were transporting these flowers and plants away, and pits were digging out on the ground.

Several scalpers are plowing the field diligently.

As soon as they saw Zhu Youxiao arrive, everyone quickly knelt on the ground to pay homage.

"Get up, do it well, I will be rewarded!"

"Thank you for your holy grace!"

Zhu Youxiao walked to several old farmers wearing coarse cloth clothes and helped them up. However, these old farmers were shaking their bodies, looking at their feet and not daring to look up.

Emperor, this is the real emperor! The little old man actually saw the emperor. This is the appearance of his ancestors and the ancestral tomb is smoking!

"How good are you to eat and drink in this palace?" Zhu Youxiao was not anxious at this time and kindly visited the old farmers.

"If you go back to the saint, you little old man... I have never enjoyed this treatment in my life." A brave old farmer replied stumblingly.

This is indeed the truth. The ancestors of several old farmers were all mud-legged. They got up earlier than chickens, slept later than dogs, and ate worse than mice. The rest were waiting to die.

One day, a few Jinyiwei rushed in from home, which almost scared their family to death. They thought they were still here to arrest people, but they just politely invited the elderly from their family away, and each family left fifty taels of silver.

This made this family puzzled. What else could the old man have to send out the infamous Jinyiwei besides doing some farm work? These families were frightened to put away the money and wait for the reply.

The old people were sent into several carriages, drove into a house, washed and put on new clothes, and entered the palace. There was nothing else, just opened a place full of flowers and plants into farmland, and then asked them to breed dozens of yellow fruits.

They are good at this. If they can't do anything else, the farm work is definitely god-level. It can be said that holding a hoe in his hand will never make an inch more than three feet away.

These days they have enjoyed a blessing they have never had before. Even the landlords in their village dare not think about it. They have meat and wine every day. They are so happy like gods, and even theirs don’t want to leave.

"Yes, I ate mutton at noon this year, which is all the blessings of the saint." An old man with his front teeth fell off licked his mouth and said timidly.

"Well, that's great. I'm asking you to come here just to ask you for help. It seems that you are all good at doing farm work." Zhu Youxiao looked at the Yuanyu Garden, which had basically become farmland, with satisfaction.

"Take me to see."

Zhu Youxiao walked to the glass greenhouse where potato seedlings were cultivated. He deliberately dismantled it from Harbour City, and he personally participated in the assembly (there is no way, otherwise who would know how to install this thing in the Ming Dynasty?)

Looking at the little sharp corners emerging on the ground, Zhu Youxiao lay on the ground and carefully scattered the soil. Sure enough, a piece of cut potatoes inside the soil had sprouted.

"It's so good..." Zhu Youxiao held the sprouted potatoes in his hand and really wanted to go up and take a bite.

One of Zhu Youxiao's favorite foods is potatoes, especially the spicy and sour potato shreds. I really love them to the extreme. I haven't eaten enough since I was a child, but this time I wore them a little earlier. Although potatoes have been introduced to the Ming Dynasty for decades, the variety is far different, not only the taste and output are far different.

You should know that the real potatoes at this time did not have such a high yield. Even potatoes at this time were rare, and only some of them were planted in Shanglinyuan. Zhu Youxiao was very interested and took them and saw that he couldn't recognize that this thing was called potatoes. The biggest thing was eggs.

When asked about the yield again, my heart was cold. After carefully planting Shanglinyuan, the yield per mu was less than 500 kilograms. Is this still the potatoes in his mind?

So he searched in Harbour City and found a supermarket. He happened to find hundreds of kilograms of potatoes. He was reluctant to eat them and contributed them all as seedlings.

I remember that Zhu Youxiao hated the germination of potatoes the most, and he also thought about why scientists didn’t study a potato that would not sprout. Now it seems that he is really lucky that his crow’s mouth has not played a role.

This is improved by how many times the potatoes have been improved in later generations and how much effort it has been spent by scientists. If it is planted normally, it can reach 3,000 kilograms per mu, which is an amazing number.

Compared with 6,000 kilograms of potatoes and 300 kilograms of wheat and rice, one is enough to plant roughly, and the other is finely cultivated carefully and will be beaten if you are not careful.
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