Chongzhen waved his hand, and Wang Chengen handed over the wrinkled account book filled with sludge on it. Chongzhen took a few glances and immediately couldn't understand it.

He had no choice but to ask Wang Chengen, who would go to pass the message Lai Fu again. Lai Fu was trembling and explained the contents of the account books one by one.

If Chongzhen was still worried that Zhu Cilang was talking big, then the scared eunuch in front of him would not dare to lie if he gave him a hundred courage. And Lai Fu was right, the watering record recorded in his account book was the precipitation during the severe drought in Shandong last year.

The ministers behind him had already been in trouble, and Zhu Chunchen and his colleagues were whispering. These ministers had land under their names. If these high-yield corn became popular, they must cultivate all their own land.

Because the yield of this corn is too incredible. What’s important is that its drought resistance is surprising. Such a severe drought in Shandong has failed to reduce the yield of this corn.

Chongzhen became more and more shocked as he saw it. His ancestors blessed him. God brought such a magical crop to me, the Ming Dynasty: "Ci-Yang, where did this thing come from?"

Where did these seeds come from? Queen Yi'an Zhang Yan also asked herself this.

Zhu Cilang has long been accustomed to lying: "Last year, Erchen dared to leave the palace privately. This, when he was drinking with others in Zuixianlou, he met a Nanyang merchant. It was the merchant who gave it to Erchen."

"Oh, there is such a master. Who is this person's surname? I want to check it out."

"This..." Zhu Cilang shook his head: "I don't know this son, I only know that this person's surname is Yuan, and he is a kind-hearted and beautiful old man."

Chongzhen was a little disappointed: "It's a pity that if he could see this person, he would definitely let him transport more ships of corn. At least, let's plant it in Jingjin first."

Zhu Chunchen stepped forward and bowed and smiled, "Long live the news. His Highness the Crown Prince got this magical object by chance. It is a blessing for the hungry people of the Ming Dynasty. I didn't expect that the corn from the south will still be so prosperous in Beijing. In the future, this thing must be widely popularized and let the people cultivate it."

"That's right, I'll discuss it."

"What Duke Chengguo said is extremely true, and I also agreed with you."

"This thing should be a life-saving food for our victims. I have a discussion. Please give me the order to transport corn seeds from all over the south to the capital for trial planting." Zhu Chunchen suddenly said again.

Zhu Chunchen is not a good thing, but this sentence touched Zhu Cilang, and Zhu Cilang nodded: "Yes, Father, there are many corn in the south. Why not, let's transport some to try planting it, maybe it can solve the food problem of hungry people. With food, those bandits will not be afraid."

Why did the thieves Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong grow rapidly? To put it bluntly, they are hungry. Wherever they go, they eat there and eat poorly, and this place becomes a hungry person. Then they join the thieves' troops and continue to harm the next place. The snowballs are getting bigger and bigger, and it is difficult to deal with in the end.

If there is food, the people can eat enough. Only fools will follow these bandits to rebel. This principle is easy to understand, but the Ming Dynasty has no money and no food, so what can I do?

The court said "hmm" and was a little uncommon. It was not that he was not moved, but it also cost money to transport food from the south. Moreover, it was not a small amount of money.

How much money and food have to be consumed along the way? Now the court is struggling everywhere, and there is still this ability there.

Chongzhen changed the topic and looked at another peanut land: "What is this?"

The value of peanuts is slightly smaller than that of other crops. Zhu Cixuan introduced to him: "Father, this product is peanuts. Although it can be eaten, it is more used to squeeze oil. Peanuts can be fried and cooked, or used as snack auxiliary ingredients. The biggest purpose is to squeeze oil."

"What is the yield?" What is planted now doesn't matter, what is the yield that Chongzhen is most concerned about.

"This one is not too much, not too much, there are still six or seven hundred pounds."

This little prince is really a lion's mouth, and he can't call him six or seven hundred kilograms? Even if it's rice in Jiangnan, the maximum amount of land per acre is only this.

During the Ming Dynasty, wheat and rice yields were not very high compared to modern times. When wheat was planted in the north, the yield was about 200-300 jin per mu, one season a year; when rice was planted in the south, the yield was about 500-600 jin per mu.

Zhu Cixuan's understatement of six or seven hundred pounds was enough to make everyone fall out of their chins. But just now, Zhu Cixuan said that peanuts are not used as staple food, wouldn't it be more valuable to use for oil extraction?

"This, Your Highness, I don't know how good the oil yield is for peanuts to use to squeeze oil?" Zhang Zhifa asked boldly.

Zhu Cixuan thought for a while: "You're stumping me, but it seems that I can produce half of the oil. But the bean cakes that are squeezed from oil are also edible."

Bean cakes made from peanut oil are now used to feed poultry and livestock. However, these bean cakes are highly calories and fat, and can be eaten directly and have high nutritional value.

This... there is no thunder, only more thunder. This prince is not shocking and never stops. This is not a grain crop, it is simply a grain savior.

As long as time goes by, relying solely on the two crops of corn and peanut, it will be enough to reverse the national destiny of the entire Ming Dynasty.

However, it would be too naive if they just thought this way. Zhu Cilang also had a killer move. He pointed to another green crop similar to the vegetable field and said, "Father, why don't you ask about this thing?"

As soon as Chongzhen and the others came, they saw that these plants that didn't look very good and were of use as vegetables.

Chongzhen couldn't help but sneer: "Isn't it just some vegetables? What's so strange?"

Zhu Cilang smiled slightly: "Father, these things are not as simple as vegetables. This thing is called sweet potato, also known as sweet potato, sweet potato, and sweet potato, and is full of treasures. Tubers can be eaten, and leaves can also fill hunger in the year of disaster. It can be said that everyone in the body cannot eat it."

Chongzhen said "Oh": "So that's it. This is the first time I have seen it. This thing is pretty good, so what about the output?"

"This is the same as corn, and it has been planted in the south for a long time. However, the father and emperor don't know that the yield of this product can be described as against the sky. Just this acre of land, there are probably a lot. If you think about it, it's probably ten thousand kilograms."

Ten thousand pounds!!!

Chongzhen was shocked and his body was shocked. Zhu Chunchen and his officials couldn't help but take a step back. Ten thousand kilograms, and the yield per mu of sweet potatoes was 10,000 kilograms!

This is a new variety that Zhu Cilang traveled through the front line. Originally, this sweet potato technology was used for high yields, but because it was too high yields, the taste was slightly worse. But in the Ming Dynasty, it was enough to save the people.

You should know that the yield per mu of sweet potato is usually 4,000 or 5,000 kilograms. The highest per mu of sweet potato is Mianyang City, with the actual yield per mu of 5,015.84 kilograms, exceeding the 10,000 kilogram mark. If you want to increase the yield of sweet potatoes, you must be a variety of short vines and high water and fertilizer plots, and combine them with short and turbid greens to control the growth of the above ground.
Chapter completed!